I think I related this story once before, but yes I did. I was hunting towards the end of the season on a bitter cold morning when a bunch of doe came across the oak flats to the rank and file plot of red pines where I was standing. I spotted a buck mixed in with the does and waited for him to cross the alley I was watching. he was near the end of the bunch. he stuck his head out and very cautiously stepped out. when I could see his shoulder thru the 4x redfield, I tickled the trigger. he dropped right there and the others moved on but didn't bolt, they sort of lingered, but I was so frozen I could hardly wait to shove my hands up inside that steaming cavity. When I got to him(about a 60 yard shot) I put down my pack and shed my holsters and coat and heavy wool shirt and put on my latex gloves. I grabbed his leg and rolled him over. About the time I realized that he had no horns, I discovered he had no twigs and berries, and he had no bullet hole, and I was thinking "what the heck???"nowI was too cold to be crazy, but I was having a time trying to figure this out. There was a little speck of blood on the snow and in front of HER there was a larger speck and a little ways a bigger spot. I grabbed my backup blackhawk and started following the blood trail that developed quickly. Forty yards away was the buck. I had shot him thru the heart and shot her thru the nose halfway between the eyesocket and the end of her nose. I had a doe tag, but the landowner had asked that I shoot only bucks. he was nearby and heard the shot, so he came to see what was up. I thought he might be upset, but he was tickled and knew that I had only fired one round.
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