About ten years ago, in early fall, I was traveling through the Adirondacks. Spent the night at a mom-and-pop motel...one of those old-style ones from the 1950s. Well landscaped and kept up...three row buildings, set up in a U; with a grassy commons and a U-shaped driveway bordering the commons.
I came out about 7 in the morning...and there was a doe, right by my car. And came UP to me...obviously, someone had been hand-feeding this deer. She was looking for an easy, tasty breakfast.
Now deer have sharp hooves and can use the front hooves to disembowel enemies...especially two-legged threats. So I kept my distance. Frankly, I was more afraid of this deer, being denied her due, than she was of me.