When I was 13 (my second year hunting), I packed up all my stuff and met my dad, uncles, and brothers downstairs.... dad owned about 1500 acres so a bunch of people could hunt the place. Well, I loaded up 6 rounds in my 30-30 and grabbed an unopened box of shells to which the entire family had a good laugh with, " what are you gonna do, shoot the whole herd?" Well, I was hunting the corner of a hay field at about 10 AM when a big eight point came running literally about 10 yards from me on a full sprint towards the open field. I put a shot right into his kill zone & he kind of " slumped" a bit but kept going..... slower..... slower.. slower, but still going!! He was literally at a walking pace in about 30 yards, but being 13 & excited I emptied my gun at him. Opened the new box & dropped half of them (I was shaking pretty excitedly)..... managed to reload a few shells & fired them off by the time he was 100 yards or so away.... reloaded a few more shots and fired by the time he was 150 or so away and disappeared into the woods on the other side of the field. Maybe 12-15 shots total in about 2 minutes. I quickly ran to the woods and found the deer just inside the wood line. When we skinned him..... he was hit exactly ONCE!!! My first shot. The lesson.... never shoot when you' re too excited & if you hit them well.... they aren' t going anywhere!