Shitty luck incendiary.
In other news I went out today at around 2:30-3:00 and sat for awhile. At about 4:30 three start walking up a p heavily used trail... that comes within inches of my feet.
The first one walks up the trail to the left and gets about 8 paces from me. It stops and stares directly at me. I didn't move or blink for a good thirty seconds. It broadsides for a second then turns around and starts back down the trail.
At this point I'm like "Shit they are all going to go back and I won't get a shot."
Then it turns and left and walks up the hill to the direct left of me. Again it stops and looks at me, another stare down. It turns around and heads back downhill again but it's head goes behind a tree, this gives me a chance to bring the gun up. I follow it with the bead for a few seconds, find the spot and fire.
One shot and it goes down, rolls down the hill and stops.
I paused for a second to see if it would get up again and bolt but it doesn't so I eject my shell, pick it up, pocket it, turned on my safety, and walk down hill.
It's down and not moving but it's still breathing and blinking, send my dad a text to hurry over with a knife so we can kill it and field dress it. It dies before he gets to me but in that time I check the animal.
I cleaned him, tagged him, and brought him to the SUV. He's now hanging in my garage draining so we can skin him tomorrow.
If anyone wants to know the shot got him right above the shoulder and cut his heart clean off it's aortas.