Captcurt
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The doe turned broadside and posed at about 40 yards. The smoke boiled from my Ruger in-line obscuring the results. Much to my surprise there was no white belly in sight, After reloading I eased to the spot to find a blood trail going off of a 30-35 degree grade. The deer had gone 50 yards down into a hell hole and had started up the other side for 25 yards before running out of gas and staggered back down to the bottom. I field dressed it and retrieved my little 4-wheeler. I always carry a climbing harness that doubles as a drag harness. The 100 yard drag up the steep hill reminded me of a stress test except there was no doctor present to call a code blue. You can bet your favorite muzzleloader that this 70 year old Grandpa will shoot the next one in the middle of the road.