The first was on a 7 pt buck. He just 'materialized' in a small clearing I had been watching for hours but was looking straight at me about 100 yds. It was doing muzzle loader season. I sat still watching and praying that he would turn but after 5-6 mins slowing raised the rifle and took the shot. Being black powder, the haze obliterated my sight but I heard him run and then crash less than 20 yds from where he started. When I dressed the deer, his heart looked like it had exploded.
The second was pure luck. When brush hogging I always carry my S&W K-22. I was mowing and suddenly 3 crows flew up out of the tall weeds about 20 yds in front of me. I stopped the tractor, pulled the pistol, cocked it and swung on the closest one. I squeezed the trigger and that bird (to my amazement) crumpled and fell.
I kept that crow in the freezor for a couple years to show people when relating the event.
