My .50 cal flinter goes with me first day, unless they are calling for soggy weather, in which case I take my .45 caplock. Go ahead, call me wimpy, but my caplock with its primitive Saran wrap rig goes off in the hardest of rains. Only, with the .45 I limit my shots to broadside or neck shots. Trauma to the central nervous system anchors them, right there, and neck shots are duck soup from a rest at typical distances in my woods.