dragnetbill
36 Cal.
On the second afternoon of our Muzzle loader season I returned to the scene of last years failure (shot a handful of white hair off the bottom of a doe at about 75 yards) and sat down. I can hardly believe that I'm going to say this, but I sat on the ground; I must have looked like Hatchet Jack without broke leags and all the ice and frost. Luckily I wasn't there more than ten minutes when this small doe worked her way in eating acorns. I watched her for at least five minutes weighing the pros and cons of taking a young of year animal.
When she worked her way to nearly the same spot as last years doe I took it as a sign of offering for redemption and I decided to shoot.
I hit her high in the left shoulder; the ball passed just above the heart and passed through and out the right side. She turned and went a mere twenty yards.
My rifle for this hunt was a JP McCoy Classic .50. I used a .490 patched round ball in front of 65 grains of 3f.
When she worked her way to nearly the same spot as last years doe I took it as a sign of offering for redemption and I decided to shoot.
I hit her high in the left shoulder; the ball passed just above the heart and passed through and out the right side. She turned and went a mere twenty yards.
My rifle for this hunt was a JP McCoy Classic .50. I used a .490 patched round ball in front of 65 grains of 3f.