i've tried sabots to see how they shoot over round balls....i have a .50 T/C hawkens flinter....and love it....i shoot the T/C cheapshot sabot in 240 gr hp....and i'll tell ya it does a job on deer out to 100+ yds....and for a 20 pack it only cost about 5 bucks at wal-mart....i've lost two deer this past oct pa muzzleloader season in 2003 with prb's....both shots where under 50 yds....and i was hitting 1.5" groupes at 50 at the range....thats why i switched to the sabots.....................bob
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I guess there is a long history of firing objects from the barrel of a ML that weren't meant to be fired in the first place. Why not plaz-tik?
"One evening a wolf came into camp as I was engaged cleaning my rifle, one barrel of which was still unserviceable, and a long hickory wiping-stick in it at the time. As I was hidden by a tree, the wolf approached the fire within a few feet, and was soon tugging away at an apishamore or saddle-cloth of buffalo calfskin which lay on the ground. Without dreaming that the rifle would go off, I put a cap on the useless barrel, and, holding it out across my knee in a line with the wolf, snap-ph-i-zz-bang went the charge of damp powder, much to my astonishment, igniting the stick which remained in the barrel, and driving it like a fiery comet against the ribs of the beast, who, yelling with pain, darted into the prairie at the top of his speed, his singed hair smoking as he ran." Ruxton, "WILD LIFE IN THE ROCKY MOUNTAINS"
"One evening a wolf came into camp as I was engaged cleaning my rifle, one barrel of which was still unserviceable, and a long hickory wiping-stick in it at the time. As I was hidden by a tree, the wolf approached the fire within a few feet, and was soon tugging away at an apishamore or saddle-cloth of buffalo calfskin which lay on the ground. Without dreaming that the rifle would go off, I put a cap on the useless barrel, and, holding it out across my knee in a line with the wolf, snap-ph-i-zz-bang went the charge of damp powder, much to my astonishment, igniting the stick which remained in the barrel, and driving it like a fiery comet against the ribs of the beast, who, yelling with pain, darted into the prairie at the top of his speed, his singed hair smoking as he ran." Ruxton, "WILD LIFE IN THE ROCKY MOUNTAINS"
