Part 1:
I met a Snow bird once that was, in his words, "a decent hunter" he didn't have a place to hunt as he had just moved here. I could tell talking to him he wasn't a very experienced hunter, he couldn't ever remember off hand what caliaber his 1 rifle was.
Well I have a few places to hunt, some of which are on power and pipe lines and can be fairly long shots. So I asked him how far he would be comfortable shooting, he replied...." OH, I don't know, probably around 1000 yards."
I said "you mean 100?" He looked at me dead serious, and said "No, I mean 1000"
I do know people who can get a 5 shot group inside of 6" at 1000 yards, but he ain't one of them, and the ones I know would never hunt at that range.
An even better one is a guy I worked with told me once that he shot a deer with a 30-06 and the bullet passed through the deer and hit a broken disk blade then ricocheted back at him and he "caught it" in his teeth.
To be honest this guy lied like a rug about everything so this wasn't really out of character for him.
As far as part two:
It's not so much a hunting story as a unbelievable deer story. I was about 17 at home working on my beloved 65 Mustang when my Beagal started barking. I looked up to see him chasing a med sized doe over a hill in the pasture, no big deal, it's a deer, he was a Beagle. Well a shortly after that the barking stopped and started back, when I looked up I saw a med sized doe chasing my dog.
Oh, it gets even better. My dog ran all the way to the shed I was under and ran under my dads boat, the doe in pursuit tight behind ran all the way up to the shed jumped over the disks attached to the back of the John Deere.
Then she was close to the boat but still in front of it, between the disks and my mustang, probably 10' from me. I was steeping backwards to find cover, lol.
Then she turns and runs out of the shed, which is open on 3 sides, only a back wall. So I'm thinking this is nuts, at least she's gone now BUT the stupid Beagle went after her again. He doesn't get far, maybe 25-30 yards then the doe turns stands on her back feet and comes down with her front two and starts beating my dog.
Me, being stupid myself, didn't want to see my dog killed, which is what it looked and sounded like, run toward them hollering and screaming like a loon and when I was about 20 feet away the deer jumps up, stares me down like she about to attack ME
and then runs off, for good this time. My dog did lived another 8 years after that and I can't ever remember seeing him chase ANYTHING else.
I basically don't tell anyone I actually know this story, I wouldn't ever believe it. I remember when my dad came home from work I told him and didn't even believe me until we walked outside and he saw deer tracks right between my mustang and disks on the tractor, stunningly to me he inspected my dog and didn't find any major injuries, a few minor ones but that is normal for a outside Beagle. It looked like he was about get beat slam to death.
I should add ALL of this took place in about 1-2 mins
From one of my hunting buddies "I was out in my real tree suit when i sat down for a minute and a doe came up and sniffed my elbow."
I can ALMOST believe that because once my grand parents gave me some apple scented deer attractant of some sort for Christmas and I was on the ground by a tree and had put some of it out here and there when I noticed it said not to put on metal so being mischievous and curious I had to put some on metal.
There was an old diet coke can near by so I grabbed it and put a dab on it. I watched it and it did nothing, I smelled it.... Nothing. So I tossed it out of my way. A little while later a little yearling walked right in front of me maybe 20 feet away circled around and put her nose right to the can which was slightly over arms length away, I mean 4 feet probably. Funny thing was she appeared to be looking straight in my eyes, I tried to turn my head just a little and duh she took off like lightning.
I blame all typos on the iPhone auto correct.