About 20 years ago, I was hunting with my grandfather. I heard him shoot twice, so I headed over to where he was sitting. I got there in about 30 minutes...he was sitting there grinning and shaking his head. He said he hit a BIG 8 point and knocked it down...it got back up, and he knocked it down again (he was shooting a 16 gau). I sat and ate lunch with him, waited about 30 minutes, and started off on the blood trail. I followed the blood for about an hour, and it ended in a gut pile. Poor gramps.