The 17th of this month was opening day of the regular firearms season. I haven't hunted with a cartridge gun since 1996. I carried my 58 caliber flinter. At 8:50 am I saw him coming down the hill. headed for the swamp. He was slowly walking toward one of my shooting lanes. When he stepped in, I said, "Baaaa" and he stopped. I did a double lung shot and he ran about 35 yards and crashed. I was shooting a .570 patched round ball, lubed with bear lard and pushed by 85grs of GOEX fffg.