I was sitting on top of dirt mound with the trusty 30-30 and this mature Doe walks right in front of me at about 10yds. I dont know how or why she didnt see me but I raise the rifle, cock the hammer and all I hear is, "Click". Low and behold I forgot to chamber a round so she just looks at me and runs off. I was pissed but afterwards all I could do was laugh. Thats the joy of hunting, you win some, you loose some but at the end of the day we still pat ourselves on the back and say, "There is always tomorrow".