I klatched the lock four times on a really nice buck less than fifty yards away before he casually strolled away. I was sitting on my comfy cushion with my back to a fairly large oak and stayed there looking over my rifle for obvious reasons for no fire. After maybe ten minutes I hear a blow very close over my left shoulder. I eased my head around to see and there he was less than five yards away looking me in the eyes. I eased the cocked rifle around and was able to aim, all the while he is still blowing. I pull the trigger, klatch, no spark, no fire. Off he goes. I call it a day. Back at the shop I look closer as to the problem and discover a light film of rust on the frizzen. Cleaned it and problem fixed. Now scotchbrite is always in the possibles bag.