So let me set the scene for you. I'm sittin there at one of the bike bridges I got built crossin a crick on my property (cause draggin deer over 3 mountains and across 4 marshes is no fun) but last year only 3 days before deer season, the snaggletooth brigade decides to make a pond outta this part of the crick.
Fast forward to after deer season. I got some 30 cal Barnes 165 grain ttsx collecting dust on the shelf. So I make up a stupid accurate load with 56 grains of reloder 16. Then as I'm sittin there playin with myself. Wait, I mean... The bullets. I get the bright idea to take the blue tips out of 5 of them. Let me tell you about a hollow point!
Fast forward to yesterday. I'm sittin at my bike bridge and here comes the snaggletooth brigade. First one up on the dam to give the bait stick a little whiff, a little tongue ticklin... WHAM! 165 grain ttsx outta the old dirt ought six broadsides that vermin. It's flopped a second aaaand dead. Looked like a fmj went through it.
Here's where thing's get real interesting. Big old papa wood choppa gets up there ten minutes later. WHAM! Remember those ones I took the tips out of? Hooooey! Broadside I watched the entire offside of that critter from shoulder all the way down to the back hip fly out and land in the water for about 15 feet in ever direction!
The next two samples after that were the same results, carnage I've never seen before in my life!
In closing. I may have found a way I can believe in a mono bullet now
Fast forward to after deer season. I got some 30 cal Barnes 165 grain ttsx collecting dust on the shelf. So I make up a stupid accurate load with 56 grains of reloder 16. Then as I'm sittin there playin with myself. Wait, I mean... The bullets. I get the bright idea to take the blue tips out of 5 of them. Let me tell you about a hollow point!
Fast forward to yesterday. I'm sittin at my bike bridge and here comes the snaggletooth brigade. First one up on the dam to give the bait stick a little whiff, a little tongue ticklin... WHAM! 165 grain ttsx outta the old dirt ought six broadsides that vermin. It's flopped a second aaaand dead. Looked like a fmj went through it.
Here's where thing's get real interesting. Big old papa wood choppa gets up there ten minutes later. WHAM! Remember those ones I took the tips out of? Hooooey! Broadside I watched the entire offside of that critter from shoulder all the way down to the back hip fly out and land in the water for about 15 feet in ever direction!
The next two samples after that were the same results, carnage I've never seen before in my life!
In closing. I may have found a way I can believe in a mono bullet now
