Hunting with my cuz one morning many decades ago and he sends me off to a stand with his typically vague instructions. Finally found in a tree that was about 8 feet above the road in. I start climbing for what seemed a long time using some sort of spikes driven into the tree until I got to a little Baker type stand. It was COLD and I had so many clothes on I could hardly move. Anyway got settled in this tiny thing and sun starts to rise. As the sun rises I wonder why I could not see the ground and finally realize I got about a 40 foot drop below me. No safety anything back then. Anyway I am looking over a big clear cut and lo and behold a nice buck pops out about 150-200 yards out. Of course it is to my right and I shoot right handed. No way to get the rifle pointed to it due to all the clothes I had on and the fact I was sitting on a death trap, so I decided to shoot left handed. Boom, after the recoil and getting the scope settled I see the buck standing up looking like nothing happened. Jacked in another round and sent another and down he goes. Cuz came to see what all the blasting was about. We go out into the cut and I see the buck. About that time Cuz sees the other one. Apparently there was a buck following the first one I shot. First buck dropped into a little ditch and second buck stepped out from behind the trash pile.And to top it off I cut the crap out of eyebrow with the scope and bled like a stuck pig. Great times