Back in the early 70s, me a non hunter, got convinced to obtain a hunting License, by a friend (who knew all about hunting, and canoing!) Deer hunting in basically a heavily wooded area.
First, wrong entry in to river (He could not find the spot he normally went to)
Going backward in this Canoe, the first one I had ever been in! in shallow, but fast rapids, one broken paddle, and a mile walk back to his station wagon! Is starting to tell me my buddy Bob is no big white hunter.
Now on lake, camp for the night, next morning great bacon and egg breakfast, pack up, as b/4 I got in Canoe first, Bob jumped in to the back end of the bloody canoe! up ended me into the freezing water!
He is helping me up! He was actually hanging on to my Lee Enfield Jungle Carbine I had slung across my back! Good thinking on his part.
Big fire, dried cloths, I had dry under clothes, 2 hours later, him in front me in back! Once bitten twice shy, in the middle of the lake, his rifle was cased, mine again slung on back, 300 yards across lake on shore, two people, one of them fired a shot at us! I could not believe it, till a second shot skipped across the water.
I sent two .303 rounds their way! They ran! We went home.
Some one up there was telling me I was not a hunter, last time in a Canoe, last hunting trip, been shooting all my life, not at game, and after that day, in my estimation, the deer won!