With 2 hours of daylight to spare and 2 freezing weeks spent hunting public land in Mass they payoff was at hand. While walking in to sit for the last few hours of the season I came across 2 Does and I had a tag to fill. 30 yards away, bounding across in front of me, got down on one knee, aimed, they stopped, looked, crosshairs on the vitals, squeeze the trigger, and... snap. The primer fired and the powder was fouled. My heart broke and is still breaking...
I broke the gun down and found, to my chagrin, that the powder had turned to paste from a hunt probably yesterday or the day before. Lesson learned; always tape your barrel and always change the load... daily.
Attached is a picture of what the load looked like when it was removed from the barrel.
I broke the gun down and found, to my chagrin, that the powder had turned to paste from a hunt probably yesterday or the day before. Lesson learned; always tape your barrel and always change the load... daily.
Attached is a picture of what the load looked like when it was removed from the barrel.