My very first deer season to be able to shot my own gun a Ivers Johnson 410 with slugs.
Very first day of the season sitting at the junction of two logging roads in the family wood lot two does come running thru the brush cross the first road then the second road. Just seconds a 8 point buck comes running thru the brush crosses the first road and half of the second road and stops about 40 yards away. I jeark that old 410 up and let one rip. That buck just shook his head and stood there. I break the action and insert another slug and let that one rip. The buck just stood there while I shot in his direction 5 times total, then he just walked off. I went and told my dad I had shot a buck and he said ya I heard you shooting the woods up time to go up for lunch. After lunch with more shells and my brother we went back there and found blood. we tracked him for about 150 yards and found him a nice 8 point and one shot in the neck and another one in the brisket.
Dad said latter He figured I was just shooting to burn powder.

Then the last time. I was 57 years old then. Setting in my favorite blind over looking the bay. It is just minutes till the end of legal hunting time so I am gathering all my gear up for the treck to camp. I'm about ready to step out the door when a doe with a big buck in chase flies by not 10 yars out. They get to the cedar island out at the 90 yard mark and the does stops as does the buck.
I got my 300 winny mag laying on the window sill aimed right at the heart lung area and squeeze off the shot. Bot deer dissapper. Mind you that deer blind is seven feet from the floor in the air. To this day I do not know how I got out of that blind. I can relive the whole thing in my mind and remember every bit of it except getting on the ground.
I go out where they were standing and find blood going one way in the 18 inches of snow and tracks with out blood going another way. I tracked that buck for 200 yards when he got up from where he was laying. I shot him this time right at the base of his skull and neck. I walk up to him and saw that both front legs were shot nearly off. When we buchered him the base of the skull showed one shot and the only other damage was the front legs. Unbeliveable I been hunting for over 40 years and do sme thing like that. Forget the years hunting think of all the years I have lived in deer country and they are as common as dogs in the neighbour hood shoot even more common.
I shoot them nearly every day with the camera out the living room window.