NO, my license is somewhere at the top of a mountain in God's country. (and He is the only one who knows where it is!)

Semi, no beer was involved. That night when I got back to the cabin I opened up my black powder shooting box and switched out the insert. The next morning at the camp I picked out a flat rock about 10" in diameter at around the same distance that doe was and took a shot at it. Hit the darn thing dead center too. Swabbed the bore and reloaded.
Every time I think about this I just shake my head and laugh at myself.