I was told not to try, but I had to see. My goal this year was to take a deer with each gun I have, starting with black powder. After a summer of working up the load and practicing with my Pietta 1858 Sherrif I knew I would have to have a 25yd broadside shot with time to get a good aim. So, I made the decision to carry it for my secondary as most shots would be around 50yds. Then I would have it with me if the opportunity presented itself.
I didn't get to sit for the season opener due to being in S. Carolina. But I sat all day yesterday and most of the day today. At 1:05 a young buck stepped out and turned up the holler toward me. Once he reached 30 yds I moved from the caplock rifle and drew my revolver. I knew there was a chance of him presenting the shot. Either that, or he would walk another day.
As he approached the 25 yd opening in the fence and turned broadside, he paused. The Sherrif was loaded with 30grains of 777 3F, a dry wad, a cast Lee REAL, lubed with Bore Butter, and a homemade cap. I pulled the hammer from half to full ****, decided on my shot, and let the hammer fall.
The bullet struck high shoulder, in the brachial quadrant, dropping him where he stood. The shot was dead on.
He was small. But my family and I are about to enjoy some fried backstrap. And, I had a clean harvest of a deer. Not to mention, it was my 1st with a pistol. And the Sherrif proved some fellas wrong.
I didn't get to sit for the season opener due to being in S. Carolina. But I sat all day yesterday and most of the day today. At 1:05 a young buck stepped out and turned up the holler toward me. Once he reached 30 yds I moved from the caplock rifle and drew my revolver. I knew there was a chance of him presenting the shot. Either that, or he would walk another day.
As he approached the 25 yd opening in the fence and turned broadside, he paused. The Sherrif was loaded with 30grains of 777 3F, a dry wad, a cast Lee REAL, lubed with Bore Butter, and a homemade cap. I pulled the hammer from half to full ****, decided on my shot, and let the hammer fall.
The bullet struck high shoulder, in the brachial quadrant, dropping him where he stood. The shot was dead on.
He was small. But my family and I are about to enjoy some fried backstrap. And, I had a clean harvest of a deer. Not to mention, it was my 1st with a pistol. And the Sherrif proved some fellas wrong.