Originally Posted by inghamtr

Had a new place to hunt,it was rolling hills and a mountain that backed up to a state park.Mountian was like an ice cream cone turned upside down.When you got to the top,it was a flat about a hundred yards..All the hollows looked the same ,if you dropped down the wrong one,you would be misplaced(lost).After my first time ,I decided to hunt the fields.Nice old oak blow down,been there for years.I had to have a cig. one morning,put it out and caught the stump on fire,had a heck of a time putting it out,after that it was referred to as the smoldering stump.I had my TC Scout 54 rifle,it was a shooter if it went off and 3 speed loaders,I had just discovered them.A buck came round the field,nose to the ground,he was about 160 yards off.It was now or never.I shot n he moved,gut shot,ran down in the creek bed and stopped.I reloaded quick and shot again,this time I hit high n split the hide.(didn't know this until later).He went a few more yards and is shaking.I load again,an in my haste,I put the sabot in backwards..I shoot again and its a true whistler and another hit.Buck goes another 70 yards n drops.I am pumped.I fire up a cig,take a few drags and lol,the buck is looking right at me.I have one shot left,he is too far away for another shot..He gets up and heads to the woods,if he makes it 200 yards or so,,he will be someone else trophy.He makes it to the woods and the fence, looks at it for a moment,turns and disappears in the tall grass..This is where it gets interesting..If you like to know the outcome,,share a good story,lol,,it gets deep after this but its true.