The first year that Indiana allowed handguns, I let my BIL talk me into going out with him. We had actually finished our hunt and were walking out across the dam on the big lake, when a buck stood up in some brush down at the base of the dam.
It wheeled around and took off as he pulled his Taurus .357 out of its holster, open sights and all, took aim and fired. The buck jumped a fence, ran about 15 yards onto the neighbors place, and dropped over. Totally amazing, lucky shot.
Wrestling an 8 pointer over chest high woven wire, and up the backside of a weedy, brushy dam was no picnic. I haven't been deer hunting since.
