Last year I shot a nice big doe at 110 yards. I know this distance for sure because last summer I was doing some layout for tree planting and used a steel tape I had with me to verify it. I had a rock solid rest, good shooting light, plenty of time, and she was undisturbed. The gun is flint, .54, 110 gr's FF, 46" barrel with a chambered breech. She went about twenty yards, laid down, and gave it up shortly there after. I waited a bit before recovery and it is a little darker under the Hemlocks, where she went, so I couldn't see very well, but she was quartering away when shot, the ball entered well behind the rib cage, liver was torn up and one lung was pretty shredded. There was no exit wound, I didn't find the ball, but figured it must have lodged somewhere in the off side front shoulder, by the small amount of blood shot meat there, and it probably worked loose and fell out during dragging. That is right at the very end of the range that I will allow myself to shoot, the stars were in alignment, and I knew down to my heels that I would make the shot. I have passed on closer shots that for one reason or another, I didn't feel I could make. Probably comes from years of hunting with a bow and shooting instinctively. You just know when you can and you can't.
Robby
Robby