Here's how that one played out:

It was 2cd week of Jan and I had been bowhunting for a few days without much luck. There was also a gun hunt that weekend so I had my rifle with me as well. Since I was struggling to see deer, I left the bow and took my rifle to slip along slowly in an area I hadn't hunted before and stalk hunt while I looked for sign that I might would want to come back to. Although there was no one parked close to where I was, I ended up bumping into two people that had come in from different directions and were close to the area I was headed. At this point it was getting late and I was a little frustrated so I headed back towards the boat to just finish out the afternoon close to the river bank where I knew no one was. To this point I had covered a good bit of ground and saw very little sign, so my hopes weren't very high. Once I got back and made my way down the bank about 100 yds it started getting a lot thicker. Once I got inside the thicket it was like someone turned on a switch and I started seeing a good bit of sign. I eased in another 75 yds or so and came upon a shallow pond inside the thicket that was about 30 yds across and about 50 yds long. Being it was not but about 45 minutes of light left, I just found a big oak set against where I could see along both edges of the pond.

I had only been setting for about 15 minutes when I heard something tearing thru the thicket headed in my direction. It turned out to be a spike chasing a doe hard and they busted out of the thicket, went straight across the pond about 30 steps from me and entered the thicket on the other side. I would not have shot him anyway, but they were gone before I even had a chance to get my gun up. I remember laughing and thinking to myself "what if that had of been a 10 point". About that time I heard a stick break in the thicket from where they had come from and a good buck busted out of the thicket at a dead run following the path of the other 2. This time I was ready (I thought) and squeezed as soon as I got him in the scope. I was surprised that he didn't fall, but just kept on at a dead run. I then followed up with two more shots and apparently the aim wasn't any better. Finally I knew I had one shot left and put the crosshairs on his nose just before he entered the thicket on the other side. When I squeezed he cut a complete flip head first. The bullet had went thru the center of both shoulders.

It all seemed to happen in very slow motion and I still don't know how I got off 4 shots with a bolt action on a deer at a dead run within an area about 30 yds wide.