Quite a few years back, I was woodchuck hunting with a .22 rimfire rifle. Sitting with my back to a tree along a hedgerow, alfalfa field in front of me, woods behind me. Heard something behind me, but didn't move.
A young deer walked up beside me- he was looking out into the field. I gently reached over and poked him in the ribs with the muzzle of the rifle.
He went straight up into the air, came down, and tried to run in 5 directions at once.
I suppose it doesn't count as a shot, but it kept me laughing too hard to shoot for the rest of the evening.