The story of the 30 yard buck has some humor:
In '07 I'd suffered some injuries and had just gotten through surgery. I also had a non-resident mule deer tag for Wyoming, but my outfitter went out of business. I was in no shape for a backcountry hunt. Some wonderful people stepped up and offered to let me hunt their property. I gladly accepted!
On the morning of the hunt I was sipping coffee in their home talking, when a young, tall-racked 4x4 walked by outside the house, along with a few other deer. I gulped, but didn't get too excited and off we went to do some chores and such in town. After lunch we returned to the property, where my host and I climbed up into his hay stack. He had arranged a blind of sorts atop the stack with the hay bales.
I spent a fair bit of time glassing a large, mature 4x4 that was at about 440 yards, but just the other side of the property line. Didn't have permission to take a mulie on the neighboring property, so I was waiting patiently... Had the 100 gr Barnes TSX sighted in at 300 yards.
While I was glassing the bigger buck intently, my newfound friend put down his coffee and asked "You remember that tall 4x4 we saw this morning?" I admitted that yes I did. "Well, he's right behind you." Not quite understanding what "right behind" meant, I turned and there he was a mere 30 yards from the hay bales, completely unaware of our presence.
Not one to look a gift mulie in the mouth - I shot him. Down he went instantly. The Barnes did it's job and penetrated through, pretty much destroying the heart.
I'm forever grateful to the kind people who let a banged-up fellow hunt their property. Saved my hunt that year. Did think it was pretty funny that I had this terrific 300 - 400 yard rifle, plans for a horse-pack hunting trip into the Wilderness, and ended up taking that particular buck at 30 yards from a haystack...