Now, try not to laugh...
Over forty years ago when I was young, dumb and full of (well, we won't go there) I decided to hunt ruffed grouse on a rare day off from work.
Up on the Echo Trail north of Ely, MN I pulled over to walk an old logging road.
Out of the truck, loaded my 870, started walking.
Well, this "road" was not maintained, so brush and Balsam were growing for several years.
Anyone who has hunted grouse know the sound they make when on alert...
This bird noise was just to my left...on the other side of some Balsam.
"He's right there!" I said to myself.
Took a hungry, desperate, and stupid ground-pound shot through the evergreens and BINGO, got him!
At home that evening I emptied my vest to find the hull I had picked up after my shot was a .................
Yup, a slug! Took the bird"s head off!
To this day I have no idea as to how that slug ended up in my 870, let alone my birdshot box and to have got that ruffed grouse! Lesson learned....
Oh, BTW the bird was
HUGE!