I was heading out deer hunting in northern Montana, south on I-15 just under the Canadian border. It was before dawn, but I think a few guys had started a little early. A nice big whitetail buck was running flat out from my left across a field. He crossed the northbound lanes, the median, and ran directly into the side of my 73 Chevy pickup, caving in the side just behind my door. I tried to avoid it, but it was like destiny.
I stopped and walked back to him. He had bounced back into the median, and was still alive but suffering. I had my little Model 36 with me, so I shot him in the neck. Nothing happened. I shot him 3 more times in the neck, being a slow learner. He was just looking at me like: you aren’t helping.
Down to my last round in the gun, I put the muzzle hard against his head and fired directly into his brain, ending the whole sordid business.
I wasn’t shooting wadcutters - they were factory FBI +P LSWCHPs. Literally the FBI load, since I got them from the FBI.
I didn’t do an autopsy - I just left him there and went hunting. I suspect those bullets penetrated about three inches of neck muscle and stopped against his spine. My wife drove past him a few hours later and his impressive head had been removed.
Anything can work, and anything can fail.
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Last edited by sigp220.45; 09-28-2018 at 06:48 PM.
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