This thread had more interest than I thought it would. As a woods hunter looking into something like 10gaugemag's picture, waiting for a calendar broadside pose reminds me of the line from the song Thirty Point Buck... "There he was, gone". With 600,000 of us out there on opening day, our deer get a mite nervous and shooting something vital at the first opportunity seems the prudent thing to do.
Well, I shot one up the ass hole once. It worked and it certainly didn't go anywhere. But it was a mess I'll not soon forget.
