The worst bottle fed buck we had would have to be 12 hours from the last feeding the begrudgeingly get close enough to suck on the end of the nipple, but he loved my wife and would run up to her and cuddle with her, "I am a confident heterosexual and was not threatened"(Dc was gonna ask)as he grew he warmed to me by summer as a yearling he would come to get his ears scratched and made sounds like he really, really, really, enjoyed it. His aggression started that fall he was in a pen next to the breeder buck and one day "Bobby"was pushing with his antlers on the fence near the breeder and wheezing , when "Lurch" hit the fence it was the first time that I had ever seen a deer fly backwards, lesson learned, he was no match for 350 lb Lurch, so one day a week later when he turned to me, one good whack and he new he was number three or lower. at age two same thing, used him for breeding and because of him aggression we cut his antlers, age three more of the same, calm as a kitten from Feb. to Sept. , during the rut I just stayed away from the breeding pen except to feed, mid Jan. back in the pen feeding... everything good, one day feeding don't realize that the bigger doe fawns in the next pen are starting to cycle, look up and have just enough time to swing feed pail between me and freight train, I was out for a second after my the back of my head hit the ground ( first time ever I flew backwards) now still holding and empty feed pail I used it to protect my head as "Bobby" tried to shove me into the ground with his sawed of antler nubs, Bobby was now 350 lb and I was no match for him I was trying to pull myself to the fence because there was no way he was going to let me get up, when our dog showed up and distracted him(Our house was a mile from our deer farm and she never usually followed me to the deer,) I was cut and scraped and black and blue and a really pretty shade of purple from my ankles to my shoulders.
You can do everything right and still fail dramatically, It has not happened since and as I am opposed to repeating histories failures, I guarantee it will never happen again.