My Dad, "PA" to us worked 2nd shift as a welder, he would get up some mornings and take his English Setter "Babe" to the fields that joined our pasture land and hope to shoot a couple of birds. Carried a beautiful 12ga double he called his bird gun. Normally 3-4 good coveys and he loved watching his dog work and just being outside This morning he watched her get birdy and point at a pile of brush about as big as a table that had been laying there for years, he eased up on her and the biggest buck he had ever seen in his life stood up out of it. He carried buckshot in his pocket, popped the breach and the shells popped out reached into his pocket to get his buckshot and the deer just stood there and looked at him. Pa said I just looked back at him then just told him to go on and watched him walk off. He looked down and Babe was still on point never breaking, she was the best setter we ever owned. I saw the deer a couple of times later he was at least a 6-7 year old, big 10pt and had turned all grey around his face. Pa had never killed one in his life and he said he enjoyed seeing that one were he was not on a wall, that was how Pa always looked at things. Thanks for the posts on this, brought back great memories.