Actually, around 1981, I went to the top of the field as a relative was in the woods and I was just getting comfortable (at ten below zero) and popped a buck as it came limping out of the woods about 20 feet away from me! I had to finish him off with a 357 Magnum to the back of the head as he was really in pain.
Upon skinning him, I found that someone most likely the night before opening day, shot him in the ribs and broke two ribs with a huge blood bruse about 8" in diameter. He also had a hernia with gangrene setting in. Too bad, as there was a lot of wasted meat on that critter. The only positive thing is I put him out of his misery.
I would say, within about 15 minutes of getting comfortable, he showed up, frankly, I was suddenly suprised to turn to the right and see a buck!
I have not shot a deer since then, even though I hunt every year!