I had a small six pointer walk up behind me two years ago. He was dead-down wind and behind a clump of trees and rocks. I didn’t dare turn around and I hoped he would loop around me to my left. Nope, he winded me and started to snort and stomp on the ground. So I stood up, threw the Ruger up to my shoulder, and hit him in mid air as he jumped between two Spruce trees. Not my biggest buck, and it was only 25 yards away. But I’ll never make another rifle shot as good as that one again! On top of everything else it was on my birthday.
Rootski