which bullet? pm if you don't want to say it here
No, I'll say it here. I bought a rifle, Ruger M-77. Burris 4-12x scope on it. Guy wanted $400. Gave me several boxes of cartridges with it. Asked why he was selling it. He was moving up to a .300 Win mag because the .30-06 wasn't knocking animals down anymore. I laughed at him in my head since that was not my experience.
Went home, no intentions of using that rifle, just the scope. Broke the extractor on my fav the day before hunting season. Grabbed that M77, guy had it dialled in for 165gn Remington CoreLokts. Checked the zero, it was right on. Took it hunting.
Shot a large cow moose the next morning. It turned around and kept grazing. Shot her again, she walked off into the woods, not overly concerned. Myself and 4 friends looked for her, or any sign I had hit her, for four hours. Finally, convinced I had missed twice (hard to take on my ego, but reality) we quit looking.
A week later, I come into this field where I KNOW a large buck hangs out. When he comes out, with his nose in the doe's tracks ahead of him, I range the shot, fire, so steady, I saw the bullet hit, EXACTLY in the middle of the boiler room.
He stumbled, ran across the field and jumped the fence. I went to look for signs he had been hit. There was a cough right after he jumped the fence. Went back to the truck to wait. After 15 minutes, I went out to track him. 25yds past the fence, I busted him out of a bed. Went back to the truck. Repeated this for 3 hours.
Finally this animal died. Gutting, I ALWAYS want to know what the bullet did. This time, it hit a rib, glanced fwd, penciled through both lungs, hit the off-side shoulder and blew up. Shrapnel from the shoulder damaged the off-side lung.
Bulllet failed to expand. I had never used CoreLokts befo and I will never use them again. CGN member from Lloydminster was talking them up and I told him he could have all of these. He came to get them. Hope his luck was better than mine.
Just after the new year, a friend who owns a farm near where I shot that moose, finds a dead cow moose in his field. I didn't miss her, I just didn't kill her. His wife went out to see it and fell down on the ice, breaking her arm (he posted that on Facebook, so I went to look). Sure enough, when I got her pried open, there were two wound tracks, pencilled through both rib cages and lungs. ZERO Expansion.
This was the buck, about an hour before he finally died. He would lie down for about 20 minutes, gather enough strength to make a 25yd dash and then lie down again.
Same rifle, my handloads. 268yds. He had held up on the wood-line when I shot him. He took 1 10-metre jump and piled up in the scrub poplar. Heart and both lungs were jelly.