Speaking of which... I hope the cold-chamber risk managers don't speed on their way to hunting camps this year. No mud tires, either. Or jacked-up rigs. Damn things are a hazard to everyone on the road.
And no bacon, either. Take that baby aspirin...
The blacktail buck I cut up today wouldn't have died that evening if I'd been sitting there "cold". At least not for me. One of you real sourdoughs might have pulled it off, though that doesn't put meat in MY freezer....
Muzzle discipline is the key... It's all just a question of degree, anyway. EVERYONE unchambers if things get wierd enough- climbing a cliff or whatever. Or at least they should.