I’ll spare the gory details but back in the mid 80’s, on a week long hunting trip with a couple buddy’s, first morning we had an unscheduled rodeo which left me on the ground and my horse thinking he was at the Kentucky derby dragging all my gear through the bush. While I got up and dusted myself off, my 2 buds chased after and caught my horse a couple miles away, picking up riggin’ on the way. My new Ruger #1 .338 came back with the butt stock at about a 45 degree angle at the wrist. About a 2 hour drive home to fetch my .348 for the remainder of the hunt. Fast forward to 1994, sheep hunting with my brother and Dad with that same Ruger #1, lying prone, crosshairs on a ram @ about 70-80 yards, pull the trigger….”click”….WTF????. Now I don’t know if this is a misfire, hangfure, or maybe an empty chamber??. I’m laying on my ammo pouch so I roll to the side, retrieve another round, roll back, then open the action making due that the breech is pointed away from me (in case it is a hangfire), out pops a round, I insert the new one and, of course now the whole band is at a dead run. They turn to go up the hill maybe 150 yards away, I locate that one I wanted and shot it. When I got home I pulled the bullet on the “dud” and there was powder in it, the primer failed to detonate. Only time in my life that has happened. While this incident was not a hunt ending one, it had the potential to change the outcome.