One year Dad switched to some type of Foster or Brenneke slug. I don’t see them any more- they were a saboted slug with a wasp waist and a trailing ‘skirt’ that was supposed to make them shoot flatter. I was shooting standard Winchester white box rifled slugs. They are frustratingly like lobbing a cannon ball. His slugs were clearly more accurate and a bit longer range.
He shot three deer. One went WAY further than it should have with such good placement, but he watched it go down across a huge corn field and we drove a mile down to the other edge of the section and it was dead in the ditch. One went into the woods and we trailed an almost invisible blood trail until someone who happened to see it told us where it went. It couldn’t get up, but needed its throat cut. The third was close to dark. We looked and looked with powerful lights until batteries went out (they weren’t as good in those days) and never found it. We didn’t have permission for the next day, so we lost that one. Next year he was shooting Winchester white box rifled slugs.
He shot three deer. One went WAY further than it should have with such good placement, but he watched it go down across a huge corn field and we drove a mile down to the other edge of the section and it was dead in the ditch. One went into the woods and we trailed an almost invisible blood trail until someone who happened to see it told us where it went. It couldn’t get up, but needed its throat cut. The third was close to dark. We looked and looked with powerful lights until batteries went out (they weren’t as good in those days) and never found it. We didn’t have permission for the next day, so we lost that one. Next year he was shooting Winchester white box rifled slugs.
