One of my best muzzle-loading stories I am known for is it was during our modern deer season. I was hunting hard but having some bad luck in my area. A friend and I were talking that evening at a local tavern. He said he had a stand with tons of deer at it and actually wanted some of them thinned out. I told him I could shoot a buck and a doe or two does, so he told me to come hunt with him the next morning because he always saw at least 15 does.
We arrived at the walk in area and took our rifles out of the cases. Needless to say he was shocked and even a little upset I think because I pulled out my .54 caliber T/C Renegade loaded with 80 grains of Pyrodex RS and a round ball.
As we walked in he kept saying how he thought I came here to hunt, and didn't I own any modern rifles. I assured him this rifle would do fine.
We arrived at a stand where he placed me. He told me to watch where three deer trails crossed approximately 70-80 yards in front of the stand and he was going to walk around the outside of the rim of the hollow I was in.
He no sooner walked back up the trail and got over the rim when I saw a deer coming down the trail. I got out my binoculars and looked at it. It was a nice little buck. At this stage of the season I was ready for anything so I took my eyes off the deer, put my binoculars away, quietly cocked the Renegade and took a good solid rest on the stand.
I placed the peep sight right behind the front shoulder of the deer, hit the set trigger, let out some breath and squeezed the trigger.
As the smoke cleared, I could see two deer down in the trail. I had no idea where the second deer had came from. The Buck was not moving at all but the one behind it was thrashing around. I then started reloading as fast as possible.
After reloading, I walked towards the deer watching the one behind real close. I then noted the back was broke. It was a nice big doe actually. She could kick her back legs but that was all. So I walked up, and for some reason felt really sad about what had happened. It should not have been this way. And I chewed myself out for not looking closer. To end her pain, I took out my knife and cut her throat.
I then heard my friend yell out... "Buck or doe?" I answered, "Yes." He yelled again, "buck or doe?" I again answered, "Yes." As he walked down the hill he said, there are two deer laying dead? I told him that was correct. He then said he only heard me shoot once. I told him that was also correct. He then said I was too lazy to drag out my own deer and wanted to make sure I had help. I only smiled.
I then explained I had committed the sin of not checking behind my target. He then said you have two tags, what's the problem? I told him it was an accident. He refused to believe me.
I loaded the deer finally after the two mile out drag into my truck. He headed out before I did and went to a little tavern where we all hang out and also register our deer. There he told everyone how I was too cheap to waste powder and ball and let the deer line up and then gang shoot them. Needless to say they had a good laugh, and to this day they think what I did was intentional.