I think eleventy billion is the number of stitches I have now. In all fairness, if someone had shot the injured bedded doe when it was five feet away, I would not have had to take a quick shot through the trees without having my cheek welded.
Seriously, you guys would laugh if you saw this scope bite. Beware - properly shoulder your firearm, including getting that cheek on the comb. Oh how I miss bow hunting.