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Got up my stand this morning right at daylight. I went behind my house to a stand I call the fenceline stand. Its where hardwoods meet pines an an old pasture fence runs down the pine line. I have hunted it for over 30 yrs an have taken a lot of bucks over the yrs my best a 150 inch 10 pt. this one came down the fenceline straight to me an I shot him at a distance of 30 yrds. He was faceing me an I let him have a .527 self moulded ball out of lil sweetheart my Isaac Haines flintlock. The ball went in the front chest an came out near the left back leg. Suprisingly he got up an made it about 40 yrds but left a blood trail a blind man could follow. when I got him home an on the old scales i have he weighes in at 171 field dressed. Not my best but sure not my worst.