Pietro........Not too fond of getting too close to deer capable of using those nasty hoofs on me. One day took a desperation shot w/a .62 Jager rifle at a doe 'bout 140 yards distance , standing broadside. The ball dug into the top of the spine so it would only jump up and down until it got tired , lay down , then repeat. Dunce boy ,that would be me , lost his extra bullets in deep snow. My son only brought one bullet in his .50 and missed the deer trying for a quick dispatch. We assessed our options , all we had left was a drag rope , and a gutting knife. Ok.......The 10 " snow allowed for me to get a rope underneath the deer's neck making sure not to touch the deer 'cause it would go berserk, and told my son to get the other end of the rope around a sapling nearby. I dispatched the deer w/ a quick neck laceration and when the rodeo began the deer kicked me twice , so quickly there was no time to react , once in the chest and once on my hand. Lesson learned....never stand on the business side of a live deer . We got meat and a great story............oldwood