I grew up dog hunting but I always wanted to still hunt. I rode to our club where there was a fresh cutover with wind rows. I did everything perfect getting to where I wanted to sit. I got into a plied up wind row so I could see about 200 yards. After bout an hour I see a line of deer coming across a hillside. They were at a rather fast pace. Then about 40 yards behind was a really big buck. as soon as he hit an opening I let the 25-06 rip. He kept running and circled to within 50 yards of my setup. Well the rookie that I was had tried to unbolt my spent shell and shift another one in too fast. I had a jammed rifle with the buck standing there starring at me.