Okay here is the story.
The morning started out in my treestand. Along comes a doe..right where I expected. I have clean shot in my main lane. I line up the scope right over the heart. Take a breath...squeeze the trigger. SNAP! (not a bang!). I think to myself..***!. I look up and the doe is still standing there ...sort of looking at me. I can tell she can't quite make me out. I can only see one of her eyes...but she is just looking and not really spooked. So I pull out another primer...get my little tool out and reload the primer. Line up again...take a breath...SNAP!...Yup...my powder is bad. So I sit there and think for a second...welp..nothing to do but get all of the darn tools out and break this gun apart. So when I move to reach back to my backpack hanging off the tree. She decided to move on. I don't think she ever spooked.....Lucky day for her. I reload and sit for another hour, then head on in for breakfast coffee and complaining.
So the evening hunt comes. This time I figure my scent is all over that treestand spot, so it's time to move on to another spot. This time I go to the back corner of the property. I have about a half mile walk after we park. But its nice out, and I am feeling sneaky. Plus you never know, so I walk about a hundred yards, then get my sneak on... This means I generally walk and move really slow and stop every 20 yards and scan. At one point I was getting tired and thought I might just hunt the road a little. So I sat for a few minutes to cool down. I always try to prevent any sweating if I can. I get a little chilled and think..I guess I will move on. I walk another few hundred yard and spot a fresh rub. Just one. right in the road. I pull out my phone, take a picture of it. Then I start looking around for a place to sit. As I am looking around, I spot this buck in front of me about 40 yards away. He doesn't see me, hear me, or smell me. I shoulder the rifle and take a standing unsupported shot. Boom!. He looks up at me...then bolts over the hill. I hear him crashing a few seconds later. So I sat down. Took a few breaths, reloaded the rifle. Then slowly walked up to where I shot him and look for the blood trail. There he was..as you see in the picture about 100 yards down the hill.
It was nice and cold that night, so he hung overnight and butchered him the next morning.
Great hunting day! Meat in the freezer.