Last Friday while riding in to work, about 7:30 AM, I came across a deer walking calmly up the country lane towards me. Assuming he would scarper through, or over, one of the hedges as soon as he saw, me I just kept going, but so did he. He had to know I was there, but showed no sign of fear.
I started to brake, concerned about his size, pointy antlers, and general capacity to cause me damage; he was still coming straight at me with what I now took to be an evil glint in his eyes.
When only about 3 or 4 metres away he calmly turned off through an opening in the hedge into a field, without even breaking into a trot. I think we both knew who was boss.