I spent 5 days in North Western Oregon with my 7mm slung over my rain drenched shoulder. I was stalking a a pair of deer that were marching up a creek in the middle of a 5 year old clear cut. I was listening to the crunch of brush 200 yards down the hill. When they came to a clearing, and saw that they were on the wrong side of the creek, (cant shoot across water), I started to slowly creep towards them. BANG!! BANG! ... what the.. BANG! The lucky slob that had just walked over the opposite hill suddenly came upon a nice buck and his doe. He cranked off 3 shots into the buck. I helped track it for a couple hours. The bush was so thick, it could have been right in front of us. He finally found it, and I was super disappointed in my luck.
That said, I had a great time hiking in the rain in some of the most colorful country on the planet.