It is daunting when one wanders around out on the prairie with a muzzle loader equipped with iron sights. The chance of getting a reasonable shot seems virtually impossible.

This muzzle loader season has been on going since the first day of December. Yesterday i finally got a shot, when i was headed back to the truck. Five deer were kinda walking toward me about 1/4 mile away. The furthest one out saw me, became very nervous, turned, and walked away. The other 4 walked right by my truck, and continued toward me. I just happened to be next to a group of Juniper,and sat down between two of them with another behind me. The wind was exactly wrong. I 'knew' there would be no chance.

Them deer finally winded me. Even though they winded me, they kept coming towards, and i 'knew' i would never get a shot. As i watched them deer feed, they kept winding me, but continued on a path bringing them ever closer, but not directly at me. After quite some time, it seemed they were as close as they would ever get, and they were quite nervous from my smell.

The shot seemed some too far, and i cannot hardly focus on the front sight. The shot was taken, because i wanted meat. The bullet was guided somehow, and one of them 4 deer came home with me.