Scary Hunt Friday (but I scored)

OK so Thanksgiving Day my Grandma asks me if I will kill her a doe because she is out of deer meat... and I guess my uncle and cousins have not been having very much luck this season.... So I tell her yes (like I would tell my grandma no) I will kill her one tomorrow (Friday)... LOL Uncle calls me a show off and tells me that since I was bragging I would not even see a deer.... I was starting to think he was right when I saw one come running right toward my stand... I grab the shotgun and watch her (she is about 80 yards away and closing at a decent trot) and I notice a couple more deer behind her... there were 6 total all does (I was hoping for a rack but no such luck) the lead (and biggest) doe was about 30 yards away and stopped to look behind her so I pull up and out the cross hairs on her heart and squeeze the trigger..... "click"... my first thought was a 4 letter word for deification... she looks right up at me so I am very still and try to wait her out... but of course she knows... she takes off running so I swing the shotgun around to the deer behind her (still standing looking around) as I shuck the dud shell out.... Get her in the scope as I am shucking the new shell in... and all of a sudden "BOOM" from right below me... scares me about half to death and I jump and pull the trigger and miss by a mile (killed the heck out of a small tree about 2 foot above her)... Glance down and there is no one there... now does are running everywhere.... I pump the empty out and pump a new shell in... find a nice yearling running across in front of me at about 20 yards... get my slight lead on her and drop her in her tracks (entered in the neck and exited out the shoulder on the other side).... sit and wait for all the does to get out of sight and I climb down... Right at the base of my tree is a dug up spot with the dirt thrown the opposite way my stand is facing... only two empties down there and I can't find the dud shell....

Yep you guessed it... The dud went off when it hit the ground... not sure if it landed on the primer ( but i don't think cause then the slug would have came up in the air and not dug in to the dirt) or if it was just a very slow burn and went off after it landed (this is what I think happened considering all the stuff I managed to get done by the time it went off).... Either way.... I got very very lucky...

I am going to send a letter to Winchester about it... although I am sure it is just a fluke because the other 2 shells that did work all came from the same box... but still I figure maybe I should let them know in case it has happened to other people....

Anyway doe dressed out to about 115# (my guess) and is going to provide plenty of meet for Grandma this year....