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>first time ever hunting and I go with my Father
>6 godamn fucking days of absolute silence still hunting
>end of the 6th day maybe 15 minutes before end of hunting hours
>so dark I can barely make out my cross hairs
>a doe walks out in front of me not 20 feet away and stop broad side on
>I am braced against a tree and have her dead to fucking rights
>*click*
>misfire, I am sure as I am living that sound would send her flying but she just perks up her ears and keeps standing
>painfully recock the hammer with an extra click as it sets
>*click*
>2nd misfire I got a shit round
>she is not liking the situation and begins to walk away
>cycle a new round which sounds like a bomb going over compared to the hammer falling
>she stop and and turn broadside on maybe 30 feet away
>*click*
>3rd misfire doe fucks off into the woods
I am so godamn fucking sad lads. Checked the rounds when we got home and weak primer strikes. Yet we had fired dozens of rounds through it earlier that morning. I am guess the cold got to the spring or something. Bringing my fucking AR10 next time because that was absolute bullshit.
