It was last fall on my first mule deer. About 30 minutes before dark, I went out with some folks from Montana who were elk hunting. My rifle and gear was back at the hotel but one of the guys said he had a rifle I could use. They dropped me off, I caught up to a group of deer, crawled up and took aim at about 300 yards, and fired once. I hit him just behind the front shoulder and right in the bread basket. I was proud that I had taken my time to get a good rest and the shot turned out as I'd hoped. I'm not saying there was much skill involved as I've never taken a shot much over 100 yards as we just don't get those in northern Minnesota and although I did some practicing at longer distances, I was using someone else's rifle. It was the last hour of the last day so I was pretty tickled...