I was hunting with a buddy of mine back in the late 70's When I was stationed at Ft. Benning Ga. I didn't see anything all morning. I told my buddy I would meet him back at the truck at 1030. I got down from my stand at 1000. I walked about 100yds in the direction of the truck. I decided to sit down at the base of a big oak tree and wait for my buddy. I had my 12ga 1100 across my lap and I dozed off for a few minutes. I heard a noise in front of me, I opened my eyes and saw a 4 point Buck about 20 yds away walking straight at me. I knew if I moved to put the gun up I would get busted. So I figured I would wait till he turned off the trail and I could get a broadside shot off. He never turned, he just kept coming straight at me. I froze and waited till he was about 10 feet in front of me. I threw the gun up in one quick snapshot like I had just jumped a quail and put a Brenneke slug in his chest. He fell about 8ft from my boots.
