OK here goes. A few winters ago during PAs flintlock season my buddy was doing a push for me. He was up on the ridge and he busted 3 deer. I saw them coming through the woods down the mountain on the snow covered ground. They came down the opposite side of a rise where I lost sight of them. My bud broke the ridge and I saw him flop down and a few seconds later saw the puff of smoke and then heard the shot. I was well off to his left and he knew exactly where I was. About a min or 2 later one of the deer came trotting out in front of me. It turned and started walking straight away. I was tracking it with my T/C Hawken .50 flinter, the set trigger already pulled. Waiting for her to turn one way or the other. At about 60 yards I realized she wasn't going to turn broadside. She was standing there looking in the direction my friend was facing directly away from me. I set the bead just below the base of the tail and touched off the shot. In the cold January air there was a big cloud of smoke. Once it cleared she was laying right there stone dead. When I went up to her I couldn't find a bullet hole. Not until I opened her up did I realize I had given her a .50 R.E.A.L. bullet suppository that made a total mess of her insides.