My maternal grandparents lived near a timberline out in rural eastern Illinois, not far from the Indiana border. One night their horse...err...dog (Great Dane/German shepherd mix) started going nuts. Bark to the west of the farm...run to the north and bark a bit, run to the east and bark a bit, then the south, bark a bit...repeat until Grandpa got curious, pulled out his .22 rifle and a flashlight. The door to the house faces east. The first thing he sees reflected back at him from the flash light is about 80 pairs of glowing eyes. A herd of deer had come all the way up to the farm proper from the eastern field. He goes north. Loses count after 100 glowing pairs of eyes. Over 50 to the west. Another 60 or so to the south. The whole house was just surrounded by deer.