Mine was several years ago while Deer Hunting on a WMA in south Ga. I was on one side of a steep valley about 75 yards wide and my buddy was down about 5r00 yards. I heard something coming fast and readied my 30-30 and then 2 Deer were running along the opposite side of the ridge and I estimate 60 yards from me, when they were directly across the valley The Deer on my side, closest to me was a buck with a nice rack. I took aim with the iron sights, they were moving too fast for the scope, I fired and damned if the inside deer dropped immediately and the Buck kicked onto high gear and vanished down the valley toward my buddy truck with mu butt tighter than nobama's purse strings, scared I'd hear someone say, hold up Mr, and turn to see a man in a green uniform.. I quickly scoped the down deer and its head was slicker than mine, a Doe no doubt and it wasn't Doe day so I quickly gathered my stuff and headed to the truck with by. My buddy came out about a half hour later and could tell I was shaken and he said why th hell didn't you go gut that deer and call me to help drag it out. I told him I has shot at the Buck and hit the doe and went to the truck, he said no you hit the Buck, it was about 150 yards down the valley and when I came up on it there was 2 Mexicans that were heading into the woods gutting it, he couldn't speak Spanish so he left them to it since he wasn't sure what had transpired. So my best accidental shot was 2 for 1 2 deer 1 39-30 hand load.
