I was a relatively new deer hunter. Probably about 30 years a ago.

These scene was NW SD and I was hunting with a bunch of my college buddies. We had spent the morning in the Buttes and I had set my cheap Tasco at 10 power while looking at a far off critter.

After lunch we were going to drive a big willow thicket. I was a designated blocker while others drove the grove. I see a large 10 point moving through the willows and I'm pumped. Finally, the drivers push him out, he runs through a low spot and pops up at my feet. I shoulder the rifle and can't see anything as the scope is still set at 10. He clears my ridge and drops into another draw never to be seen again. All this in the clear view of the gang. It was a lesson ill never forget. I'm constantly checking my scope setting as hunt.

I still get razed about it to this day.