Today was the first day of deer season (general) down here in Texas. October was bow and Black powder seasons. November and December are "whatever is legal" months.
I took this 9 point buck this morning. I used my trusty old lever action Marlin 336CS 30-30 using the factory install iron sights, just like I have for the last 25 years.
An "interesting" incident happened during this morning's hunt.
While lining up to take the shot, I noticed that I was having a little difficulty getting the post and notch to line up right on the deer. My first thought was, "OH, Sxxx. Old age (65) has hit and I'm gonna have to break down and spend money on a scope."

Well, finally I decided my sight picture was as good as it was gonna get, so "BLAM!!!"
The deer crow-hops a little and runs off stage right, but not at a dead run, so I figure "OK. I hit him. Now let's wait a while."
I usually wait about 45 minutes before chasing after a deer that doesn't drop dead in its tracks. So I pull out my book and sit in the blind reading to pass the time. I got engrossed in the book and before I knew it, an hour had passed. I put the book down, traded out my reading glasses for my "far-seers" and went down to where the deer was standing when I took my shot.
Sure enough, there were several spots of bright red blood on both sides of where he was standing. "Well, looks like a lung shot. He's gonna have run a bit." Went and got my "blood trail tracking supplies" (a roll of toilet paper) out of the blind and started marking the blood trail.
About that time, my phone rang. It was Kenneth (my B-n-L) asking if I had got one (he had heard my shot from the other side of the farm.) Told him, "Yep, but I got a blood trail." He said he'd be right over with my nephew and great-nephew, who were also hunting with me today.
By the time they got there, I had about 40 yards of blood trail laid out. Kenneth started helping with the trail and the other 2 started making circles out to see if they could find it or cross the trail by chance. With Kenneth's help, the tracking went faster. After about a total of 85 yards of tracking through heavy brush, we spotted the buck lying in an opening. When we got to the buck, I looked over and saw that we were only about 30 yards from my blind. The buck ran in a circle nearly double the shot distance (50 yards), dropped and died at a little more than half the distance from my blind that I shot it at.
All that is just a standard sequence of events in a Texas brush country deer hunt.
What was "interesting" was that shortly after Kenneth started helping me trail, a branch caught at my glasses and flipped them off. I caught them before they hit the ground. To my surprise, one of my fingers went right through one of the lens holes. There was no lens in the left side of my glasses. I looked around but couldn't see the lens anywhere. Crud!!!!
After we got the buck dragged through the brush and a gully up to the truck, Kenneth and I started looking for the missing lens while the other 2 field dressed the Buck. Kenneth started looking along the path from the blind to the kill zone while I worked my way back to the blind. When I got to the blind, I looked inside. There on top of my outer jacket was the missing lens. Apparently the lens fell out when I took them off to glass the buck when he popped out of the brush.
No wonder I couldn't seem to get the sights on target!!!!! I was trying to aim without the left corrective lens in my glasses. I was lucky to hit the buck anywhere, much less a kill shot. The other three had a big laugh over it. I'm pretty sure I have not heard the last of this incident.
