I will always remember one time while hunting with my grandfather we were sitting near a rock wall and two deer came walking out, The next thing I knew, Grandpa shot his gun, and when he did he rolled over backwards and laying on the ground on his back he shot again. After the deer had ran away, he looked at me and asked me why I didnt shoot, I told him that he fell over backwards and did a summersault, I wanted to make sure he was okay. He then proceeded to tell me how he was fine and I shold have taken a shot. He utterly missed the deer, but it is a time I will never forget. Grandpa shooting away and chewing my ear out about not shooting.