When I was younger my buddy and I were working through antelope season and it was looking like we would not have time to punch tags before general season started. We finally had an afternoon to get out and I had an opportunity on a running antelope about a couple hundred yards. He was trying to tell me something as I shot and a buck balled up at full speed. It came to a rest in a cloud of dust. Jon was ecstatic, back-patting and congratulating me on hitting the biggest buck like that. I hit it right under the ear. Turns out he was telling me to take the second antelope, the biggest buck--the one that I shot. He thought I was a genius; I didn't tell him for years that I was trying for the boiler room of the first buck.
