Probably about ‘98 deer season I was hunting on Clear creek north of Florala. The club surrounding ours ran dogs a lot so I decided to take my shotgun with buckshot that morning. And I had my new Browning gold hunter 3 1/2” magnum and I was ready to see what that big load of buckshot would do. I slip down to the creek where the sloughs open up in the hardwood bottoms and spot a doe standing broadside probably 80-100 yards away. I knew that was a really long shot but what the heck I’ve got this big magnum lol. I take careful aim at her head and squeeze off. To my surprise she dropped where she stood! I start easing towards her and realized she is on the other side of a very fast moving swollen Clear creek. I find a log barely above the water line and get to the other side. I notice one buckshot hit her right between her eyes. I cut her throat as best I could and drug her back to the log. I had her back legs in my hands as I slowly worked my way across the log. All of a sudden this “dead” doe that hadn’t moved a muscle became very alive and just about dragged me into the raging creek. Evidently she had breathed water into her lungs and she didn’t like it. She kicked free of my grip and the creek quickly carried her downstream all the while she surfaced two or three times just like a porpoise coming all the way out of the water. I quickly got off the log and ran downstream and caught up to her. She was plenty dead by now from a combination of a buckshot between her eyes, a partially slit throat and a few gallons of inhaled water in her lungs. But I had my doe and was luckily not injured in the crazy ordeal thankfully. Learned a few lessons from that adventure.