Nothing with a bow, but the second buck I got with a rifle tried to gore me. I had dropped him with a spine shot and he rolled down the hill. I thought he was done but when I got to within 30 yards he pulled himself up on his front legs and started to front wheel drive it out of there. I was way too excited so I just pulled up and shot and blew his front leg off right below the knee. I ran up and pulled my knife to finish him, but he tried to gore me with his antlers. At this point I reminded him that I still had the rifle with a finishing shot to the vitals.

That was not my proudest moment as a hunter, but I respect that deer as the toughest damn buck I've ever encountered.