Close enough that when the little 4x4 buck took two jumps, I had to turn a full 90 degrees to face him again.
I was riding a horse through an aspen grove when the buck stepped into the trail in front of me. As I pulled the Win 670 in 30-06 from the scabbard and slid from the saddle to the ground, the deer took those two jumps.
All I could see was hair in the scope at 12X. I lifted the rifle and found an antler tip, then followed the line down and shot him in C-2.
People who choose to brew up their own storms bitch loudest about the rain.
