Two years ago when I was 14. It was about nine in the moring the last day of ohio gun. Some other guys had started a drive. I saw 3 does come running straight to me about 200 yards up in a corn field. I got my gun up waited till they got about 40 yards and grunted at them. They all stop I was aiming for the 1st deer. My grandpa who was behind me told me to shoot the middle one. So I did. I hit one lung it went about 30 yards fell got back up and went another 30 yards and dropped dead in the middle of the field. It was a button buck.