After days and days and days of seeing nothing moving while on stand, I observed a beautiful, old, long-tined, 6-point at the roadside gate of an occupied farm house after shooting hours while on the way home. With the Ruger Blackhawk in 45 Colt right there on the seat, it was tempting, but I slowed, stopped and speaking right to the buck at a distance of 15 FEET, asked that old boy to please go back into the woods and come out tomorrow in front of a tree stand, then I drove off...all of which of course he observed, heard, and ignored!!!! Go Figure...