My Dad's Grove foreman was a meat hunter through and through. He encountered his first Hog when he followed my Dad to South Florida to work. The Hog wouldn't get out of the road so not having a gun he hit it with the truck and jumped out with a ball **** hammer and whacked it between the eyes. Loaded it up.
Anyway as a youngster with not a lot of hunting experience I read hunting magazines and such and encountered articles about buck fever and bullets glancing off brush and other things that could go wrong.
His response when I expressed some of these concerns in his presence was "You don't get no meat if you don't burn no powder".
Dad also said, “God looks after little children and fools.”