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Today was the first day of PA's early muzzleloader season (anterless only) and I have a really funny story. After going in about 1/2 hour before light and sitting for a few hours I decided to head back to the truck. I had my new Knight Disc Extreme slung over my shoulder. Now keep in mind that I'm a lefty so I had the rifle on my left shoulder.
So anyway as I'm walking out I see a doe walking straight toward me close to 100 yards out. She saw me abut the same time. We had a brief stare down and as I took the rifle off my shoulder keeping my eye on her, she turned and was slowly trotting off. I flipped off the safety as I was shouldering the rifle (I had the plunger safety already off) and found her instantly in the scope. As it was fairly open I tracked her and started squeezing the trigger. NOTHING. What the heck? I lowered the rifle and looked at it and the bolt was up! It mush have bumped against my pack as I was walking. Oh well. It was fun and the score now is Deer 1, Clem 0.
So anyway as I'm walking out I see a doe walking straight toward me close to 100 yards out. She saw me abut the same time. We had a brief stare down and as I took the rifle off my shoulder keeping my eye on her, she turned and was slowly trotting off. I flipped off the safety as I was shouldering the rifle (I had the plunger safety already off) and found her instantly in the scope. As it was fairly open I tracked her and started squeezing the trigger. NOTHING. What the heck? I lowered the rifle and looked at it and the bolt was up! It mush have bumped against my pack as I was walking. Oh well. It was fun and the score now is Deer 1, Clem 0.