Went walking into the deer woods early one morning and, as is my usual practice, had the flintlock primed and at half cock with the leather"hammer stall" in place. Settling down in my chair I started my wait. A bit later I spotted an especially fine 8 or maybe a 10 pointer coming my way. I couldn't believe it when he stopped in front of me, broadside about 20 yards away. I removed the leather safety, aimed, pulled the trigger and got a "clack". He looked my way and just stood there. I immediately saw that the prime had leaked out on my trip through the brush..thick brush. With this big buck staring at me I attempted to re-prime. I got the prime in just as he decided he didn't like what he saw. From then on I've always checked the prime after taking a stand and periodically through the morning.
Another time I was in a tree stand - a lot younger then - and nodded off to sleep as the calm Georgia morning turned warm. Since I "hunt" with my ears as much as my eyes, a slight "rustle" snapped me awake. Straight ahead of me was a bobcat walking away from my tree stand directly to the front. It was maybe 25 or 30 yards away. I silently cocked the .45, slowly raised it to my shoulder and sighted along the iron sights. At the blast smoke obscured everything in that direction. But the sound of thrashing leaves told me the shot was good. I reloaded as quickly as I could and started off after the cat. When I got close I saw that the ball had hit exactly where I'd aimed, the spine at the lower back. Not at all dead but paralyzed in the rear so that tabby had to pull herself along with only the front feet; but she was fast. I stood dumbfounded and fired the rifle into the ground due to my excitement. I started the reloading process as I followed and got closer to scrambling cat. Suddenly kitty turned completely around and came after me! I quickly back-peddled while finishing the quickest reload of my career. Seeing that I was moving farther away the cat turned around again, heading for a brush pile. It was a relief when I hustled and fired the finishing shot. Exactly one week later I took another kitty from that same stand.