Years ago, I bought a call for mule deer, and used to carry it with me. It had a grunt for bucks, and you can flip it around to an adjustable reed for doe or fawn bleats. One day, I came upon a doe and two fawns at 100 yards. I had archery equipment, and wouldn't be able to get any closer. So I started blowing a fawn bleat. One of those yearling fawns came in to 50 yards! There was a log laying across the meadow, and it wouldn't come in past that log, but it was an exhilarating experience.
In one particular coyote/quail hunting area I frequent, there is a spot where I've had does respond to the jackrabbit distress calls no fewer than 3 times, probably more. On one particularly memorable occasion, I had a kid with me, and I called two does out of the riverbed, to 25 yards before they became wary and took off. Too bad it wasn't deer season. I'm sure it was as much of an unforgettable experience for the kid as it was for me.
On another occasion, I spotted a couple does just before dark, about 50 yards away. The were alerted to my presence, and were about to bolt. I thought I would try to calm them down with a distress call- bad idea! They took off instantly.
It's off-topic, but I also have a story about rattling for whitetail. Last Thanksgiving, I was in a treestand in Wyoming. The property owner had some antlers tied to the tree for rattling, so when I saw a little buck, I tried some rattling- it ran in the opposite direction, across the road and into another field. Oh well. A little while later, a pheasant flew by, and landed about 20 yards from the treestand, so I thought I would turn around and see if I could get a shot off. After 15 minutes or so of standing with my back to the field and my face toward the tree/creek, I heard something below me. I turned around, and that buck was standing there eyeballing me! He busted out of the willows and into the field, and stopped and looked at me for a moment, then took off! Then I got a series of text messages telling me that a buck was headed straight for me. The ladies in the house had gotten up for breakfast, and had seen the whole debacle develop. That buck had made a beeline straight for my tree when my back was turned, and they had done everything they could, short of opening the door and shouting across the field at me, to bring it to my attention! I didn't have a buck tag anyway, but that was fun and humbling at the same time. What a dope I must have looked like!