Typical deer encounter, from a few seasons back.
Giant buck jumps to his feet, (boink) distance, fifty feet, dense brush. I get the rifle to my shoulder, (boink) deer is gone! No shot fired, didn't even get to see him over the sights..
I got one quick glimpse, and that was all. Probably the biggest buck I will ever see. Disappeared in one boink!
It made a memory that will stick in my mind to my grave. A beautiful moment, even if I didn't score.
It's this sort of jump shooting that is so typical of still hunting, and deer drives, in Ontario's central and northern brush, that calls for running shots.
Some years, a deer will come out and stand for you. Most of the time, all you see is a flash. If you are ready, you get the deer, if you are not, you don't.