I posted this last year. Its worth a laugh.
I'm 64. Started hunting age 10. Didn't deer hunt 'till I was mid twenties. My dad said I was a very casual deer hunter. I'd only go maybe three times a season. I never even saw a buck...ever...until about four years ago. He did not offer a shot.
Now, skip to last year (2013). Told wifey,"see you about lunch" and headed out. Took rifle and a seat into the woods. Less than 100 yards from the truck. Seven A.M. movement turns into deer. Several doe are moving back and forth. maybe seventy yards range. Then there is a little chasing going on and I can tell its a nice buck!
He chases four does ( right to left) and they go behind a thicket. Then he trots out. Stops right in front of me (about 60 yds) and turns so that I can only see his "front". I line up the shot and he went down,never moved from that spot. Bullet entered low on his neck right into the heart/lung area. No exit.
There he was. My first deer! Weighed in at 132#, eight point. Not large but nice.
To answer the Op...here is the full line. I was on my grand fathers farm (5 generation) that my dad owned. I was shooting a Win. "94" .30-30 that he gave me for Christmas in '66. Shooting my reloads (170 gr Sierra Power Jacket over 29 gr of IMR4064.) Field dressed him with a knife made by my brother in law.
I was glad to miss lunch that day.
Mark