Went out tonight to finish off my season with a doe hunt. Snuck up on a herd of 25 does, crosshairs steady, Snap-silence. Missfire, you have be F@$'n kidding. The deer stared for 5 minutes, then went back to feeding. I popped in another primer and waited for her to get sideways, Snap-silence. What the F#$%, the same thing. To make a long story shorter, I shot 4 primers at this big doe and the gun never fired. Then I found another primer in my pocket and shot one more at another doe walking out. This time the primer hit then the gun went off, kind of. More like a roman candle, you know the first shot that flops out about 10 feet and doesn't impress anyone, especially a doe that is 200 yards away. A little fire ball flew out my barrel and landed 5 feet in front of me. The agony, the irony, the laughter. I'm just glad it wasn't a buck that I flubbed on.
Viva La REal Hunting!
Keep your powder dry and hang em high.
