Whitetail doe with a 4" Ruger .357 couple years ago. Had to wait for her to walk away from my stand so I didn't mess up and hit the stand. She walked between the tree and my ladder. Was more worried the muzzle blast would mess up my boots.
"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, used up, worn out, bottle of Jim Beam in one hand and a .45 in the other, loudly proclaiming WOW-- What a Ride!"
