I have one more to share. This one goes back a ways.
The first deer I ever killed waaaaaaay back when I was just 17 I fainted. Yup, never touched him.
I was walking along with my single shot shot gun with a rifled slug in it. That's what we use in the finger lakes region of NY. Anyways, I came up on this five point buck that was laying down in this little indent in the ground hiding from this other hunter that had been standing there all morning long. I passed by this other hunter and got about thirty yards away and up this bucks comes about six feet away. That's right, six feet. Scared the hell out of me!!
I swung around and let er rip!
The buck did a sideways jump about ten yards and went down, layed there just staring up at me. Now I'm furiously trying to find one of those other slugs I brought with me but couldn't figure out which pocket they were in, probably due to the excitement.
Meanwhile the other hunter was standing there and I was shouting in an extremely excited voice,,,, "shoot him,, shoot him". The other hunter said, "No son, this is your deer, you can finish him. I finally found that damned slug, loaded my trusty single shot and finished the deer off.
When we got him back to the house we skinned him out and there was only one bulllet hole in him, and that was from the second shot. The blast of the gun was so close fainted him.