I was hunting over a scrape and a buck came over the ridge, came running down right to the middle of the scrape, and started doing his buck thang, thrashing overhead bush limb with his antlers, urinating, etc. BANG he crumpled up and fell straight down like a sack of hammers without taking a step.
When I field dressed him I noticed he was packed with corn from his gullet to his bung hole. Stuffed full of corn. When we got him back and hung him up at the camp, we noticed how clean and fat he was. No offensive odor, not a tick on him, heck, his hooves looked polished. General consensus was I shot somebody's pet deer. Must have got all horny and jumped the fence at a nearby farm looking for a girlfriend. Bad decision on his part.