Went out this morning with an old Win 94 30-30 rifle that I traded for. My daughter and I loaded up several dozen Lee 170 cast on top of some H335. Zeroed in the rifle a few days ago. Sitting over the Creek bottom this morning I caught a glimpse coming down the far hill. Two bucks were sparring all the way down the hill. One was much smaller and really taking a whooping. Ranged at 125 and I fired in the bigger of the two. No response they just kept pushing and shoving each other. Thinking I missed I fired again, same response. Well this time the bucks closed the distance and was now 100yds still sparring. The smaller was in clear view so I held on the front shoulder and let the little carbine bark. This time the smaller buck dropped and the big buck started rolling him around on the ground, snorting and grunting the whole time. I topped my rifle back off and looked to see the bigger buck fall stone cold dead. He’d been hit twice and never flinched, just kept fighting until he fell over dead. Craziest thing I’ve ever seen!