I'm saying it was back in the late 80's, my dad took a week off work and hunted every day that entire week. He was basically just walking around on Cheaha Mountain (T'dega Nat'l Forest), which is just crazy low odds of even seeing a deer to be honest. The first day of that week he took a 3" Magnum Rem 1100 with #1 buckshot. Some dogs ran a buck across the ridge he was on and he shot a couple of times at it, said he could see hair fly off, but the deer never let up. Fast forward to Friday of that same week and he was in the same general area, but by his description about a mile down the gravel road, and this time with a 30-06. His story is that he was sneaking down a ridgetop and something "reflective" caught his eye in a blowdown on the opposing ridge from him. He scopes it and it's a buck bedded down, looking straight at him (said it must've been the sun shining off his antlers). Well, he shoots it right there in it's bed, walks over there, and while admiring the deer realizes it's the same deer he shot on Monday!! When we skinned it (I came home form school while he was doing it) there were big bruises and pellets just under the skin all over one side.

We were on the edge of Eternia, when the power of Greyskull began to take hold.