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<blockquote data-quote="jcvibby" data-source="post: 429980" data-attributes="member: 11240"><p>It was with a muzzleloader. Here is the story...</p><p></p><p>My dad and I took a horseback ride with our guide into the deep woods. About ten miles from the gate where the road was closed. Went in before light and right when the sun broke we got on a big sounding bull that we called in but that never panned out. A few more hunts later I found myself crawling up this mountainside for about 150 yards over trees and bushes and crap beating the crap out of my arms and legs trying to get close enough to get a good shot. It was pretty thick woods at this point and we were sounding off our calls and this guy was ****ed off. Thrashing a tree and snorting and barking and all sorts of stuff. I was standing up next to a small 8 inch tree with my rifle supported but could only see his horns as he was up over the hill just a bit. To the left between two trees was about a 6 inch shooting lane and on the right was a 3 foot opening. Of course he went to the left and I tried to squeeze off the shot while he was walking by but the gun never went off and he walked on by back in the woods a little further. I thought I had blown it at this point but he was still talking to us back and forth with our calls. I belly crawled about 50 yards to a 2 foot downed log and I could see his horns while sitting. I took my saftey off and stood up to a 3/4 standing crouch. I Pulled the trigger and heard a POP... I thought you son of a B$%^*... Slowly bent back down behind the down logs and reaching in my pocket for my spyderco to pry off my dud of a cap. Put a new cap on and tried it again. POP. The blood is hot at this point and I am ****ed wondering if I am going to get a shot at this animal. Same thing happened on the third shot and I am now trying to think of other ways to kill this darn bull. Small pocket knife? Rock? Stick? LOL Anyway I put another cap on and stood up slowly for a forth time. I am already fatigue beyond beleif, the knees are wobbling, the legs are gases and am I sweating to death by this time. Stood back up to my 3/4 crouch and finally got a shot off. He was quatering away at 97 yards and I shot him 6 inches in front of my front shoulder aiming point. Stoned him!!! Dead right there. Off course the entire forrest heard me yelling and screaming. It died at 12:30 on Saturday, it took another 6 hours to skin and bone him out and pack him out of the woods. All is good!!!!! </p><p></p><p>(Side note) I challenge anyone to get their heart rate skyrocketed and shoot a muzzleloader off-hand at 100 yards. I tell you what that was the toughest shot of my life.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="jcvibby, post: 429980, member: 11240"] It was with a muzzleloader. Here is the story... My dad and I took a horseback ride with our guide into the deep woods. About ten miles from the gate where the road was closed. Went in before light and right when the sun broke we got on a big sounding bull that we called in but that never panned out. A few more hunts later I found myself crawling up this mountainside for about 150 yards over trees and bushes and crap beating the crap out of my arms and legs trying to get close enough to get a good shot. It was pretty thick woods at this point and we were sounding off our calls and this guy was ****ed off. Thrashing a tree and snorting and barking and all sorts of stuff. I was standing up next to a small 8 inch tree with my rifle supported but could only see his horns as he was up over the hill just a bit. To the left between two trees was about a 6 inch shooting lane and on the right was a 3 foot opening. Of course he went to the left and I tried to squeeze off the shot while he was walking by but the gun never went off and he walked on by back in the woods a little further. I thought I had blown it at this point but he was still talking to us back and forth with our calls. I belly crawled about 50 yards to a 2 foot downed log and I could see his horns while sitting. I took my saftey off and stood up to a 3/4 standing crouch. I Pulled the trigger and heard a POP... I thought you son of a B$%^*... Slowly bent back down behind the down logs and reaching in my pocket for my spyderco to pry off my dud of a cap. Put a new cap on and tried it again. POP. The blood is hot at this point and I am ****ed wondering if I am going to get a shot at this animal. Same thing happened on the third shot and I am now trying to think of other ways to kill this darn bull. Small pocket knife? Rock? Stick? LOL Anyway I put another cap on and stood up slowly for a forth time. I am already fatigue beyond beleif, the knees are wobbling, the legs are gases and am I sweating to death by this time. Stood back up to my 3/4 crouch and finally got a shot off. He was quatering away at 97 yards and I shot him 6 inches in front of my front shoulder aiming point. Stoned him!!! Dead right there. Off course the entire forrest heard me yelling and screaming. It died at 12:30 on Saturday, it took another 6 hours to skin and bone him out and pack him out of the woods. All is good!!!!! (Side note) I challenge anyone to get their heart rate skyrocketed and shoot a muzzleloader off-hand at 100 yards. I tell you what that was the toughest shot of my life. [/QUOTE]
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