10 years ago I shot a small buck at less than 40 feet. The 44 Mag revolver was sighted and I’d practiced an awful lot. The load was a stout charge of H110 under 240 XTPs.
At the shot he ran down the hill I was hunting straight away from me, got snagged in a barbed wire fence, flipped on his back and “death grunted”.
I took my time getting my stuff together, and as I flung my backpack over my shoulder to walk down and get to work he jumped up and ran off full tilt, tail-down. I spent that day trying to track him and turned up nothing.
