It must be 15 years ago now but haunts me to this day. It was just breaking daylight on a cool, damp, and misty morning on the first day of the white tail hunt. I put the magazine in my 740 and worked the action gingerly so as not to make too much noise. About a half hour later as I walked through the hardwoods slowly and quietly a few steps at a time I suddenly spotted a nice buck about 100 yards away walking down off the side of a knoll and heading pretty much right in my direction. I stopped in my tracks and at the first opportunity went to one knee, raised my rifle and removed the safety. He came closer and closer stopping periodically to graze or eat an oak nut. Finally he stopped no more than 40 yards away with his nose to the ground and quartering to me. I took careful aim at his vitals and squeezed the trigger. Nothing. No bang, no click, nothing. What the hey? Had I forgot to chamber a round? I lowered the rifle and worked the action as quietly as possible which was anything but quiet. His head went straight in the air. Up came a cartridge and jammed in the breach behind the one that was already in the chamber. I had a full blown jam. The last I saw of that white tail was his white tail bounding back up that knoll. When I had gingerly racked the first cartridge earlier in my attempt to be quiet the bolt had not closed. Big lesson learned.
Ron
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