No deer, but plenty of squirrels!
I thought of squirrel story just now. It was two and a half years ago, in the middle of deer season. My brother and I were hunting on private land in southern Indiana. Dawn came and went, and the day dragged on until it got pretty late. All day long these little squirrels were dancing all around me, like they were teasing me. Finally, I had enough. When it was clear I wasn't going to get a look at a buck OR a doe, I turned on the little rascals. A big, fat, juicy fox squirrel was sitting up on a log about 15 yards out, almost like he was begging to be eaten for supper.
The muzzle of my .357 magnum lever rifle went up, and I drew a bead on his left ear. BANG! It took his head clean off, as he tumbled a few feet. That was the cleanest kill I ever had, and he fried up nice and crispy before going into the slow-cooker for a couple of hours -- not a single pellet of #6 shot in his hide!
I was using a Rossi 1892 replica, chambered in .357 magnum. If I remember right, the ammo I used was Remington full-house magnum soft points.