I have had many similar experiences as TJD. I like to take my revolvers and walk the hedgerows looking for charlies. I have a shot a half dozen at point blank range.
I was stalking along and scared a woodcuck into his hole from about 30 yards away. I was still moving slowly down the edge of the field so it took me about 5 minutes to get to the hole he went in. Just as I stepped up and looked into the hole with the gun in a ready position he comes up from below and stops in the bottom bend of the opening and looks right at me. We were both frozen staring at each other. The Dan Wesson 357 Maximum was only inches from being lined up. I ever so slowly moved the bead to his forhead and squeezed off the shot. Lets just say the 158gr bullet at over 1,700 fps at 3~4 feet range made a mess of the his noggin.
I also layed one out at 11 feet with an XP 100 in 35 Remington. Messy!! It was a challange trying to line the scope up at that short distance.
I had just gotten a SRH in 480 Ruger in the spring when they first came out. I was out scouting a field and tried to stalk a charlie to get the shot under 50 yards. He spooked on me just before I got to a comfortable place to shoot. So I decided to sit down and wait a few minutes to see if he would pop up again. As I was sitting there it felt like someone was watching me. I looked around and over my left shoulder at 15 feet is a whistle pig standing right straight up looking right at me. His chest was just clearing the tall grass. I ever so slowly turned at the hips and rolled towards him. As best I could and slowly I raised the revolver up in a very akward position, and squeezed the trigger at center mass on the charlie just above the grass line on his chest. There was perfect .475 caliber hole thru his breat bone and out his spine. Funny the big bullets don't expand much on small game. LOL<LOL