I was having a nap after lunch next to a trail during deer season about 10 years ago. I was awakened by a 4 point buck at 2 meters maybe, staring right at me, I slowly brought my gun up and fired killing him. I am grumpy when I first wake up.
Was was following up on a wounded whitetail doe on an island in the South saskatchewanriver. The cover was so thick that I was down to hands and knees at times, looking for blood and trying to see under the brush. I saw "my" doe bedded with her head up and the muzzle of the muzzleloader was no more than 1 yard away when I shot it. The whole head was smoking.
Anyway, at the shot at least 6 other deer, some ruffies and an owl or two took off. I'd managed to crawl right into the middle of all of them and shoot the wrong deer.



























