Allen, I remember Ross Seyfried writing a story a long time ago about a midwest farmer and his son who came to Africa and for whom Ross was PH. The old man came in pin-striped coveralls, a very worn 270 and something like two boxes of handloads with 150-gr Nos Part's.
After Ross watched the gent settle hash with something like six or seven PG with a trigger pull each, he allowed as to how he came to relenting against his better judgement to let the old man try for a male lion.
The big male was come upon in his bed, rising and broadside as they came within range. The little 150-gr pills raised small puffs of dust on the kitty's side among a bigger, billowing cloud rising from the big cat settling straight down in the dirt, deader than last winter's grass. Paraphrase mine of course.
Someone we know (
) spoke of shooting game with "cocktail time calilbers" and this may be an example of that - stretching things a bit, but...the cat got the point
Gdv
