We were elk and mule deer hunting outside Leadville Colorado in 1995. I already had my bull and buck down hanging in camp. We were returning to our camp in my partners (Don) Tacoma. I was driving. Just as we are nearing camp a very nice (for the area) buck is spotted maybe 70 yards away. I stop, my partner gets out, loads his rifle and fires, nothing. He cycles the bolt and fires again. Nothing. At this point I am reaching behind the seat for my cased rifle while he aims again. Out of the brush comes a game warden, Tom who we got to know pretty well over the years, shouting, "Don't shoot, don't shoot". A mechanical decoy tail wagging and all. He walked up to Don thanking him for exiting the vehicle, loading an unchambered rifle and wearing the necessary blaze orange. "As long as you have a license and tag you're good to go". All was good and he was thankful Don was not a head shooter where the electronics apparently reside.
