Here's my funny close call story. My hunting partners Dad tells it. Sitting on a trail buried deep inside a bushy hemlock he hears movement to his right. It was a big pig of a doe. Adirondacks at that time was bucks only so he sits nice and quiet. The doe walk directly in from of him at a range of 2 feet. As she passes he whacks her on the A$$ with his glove. She jumped so high then kicked - and caught his new scope with the right rear hoof, shattering it. Good thing she didnt kick his teeth out