Finally got it done and made some meat… in the last 3 minutes of season. I was carrying my Pedersoli 1874 Sharps in 45-70. Lee 405 pushed at about 1350fps by Blackhorn 209.
It is the last day of season and strangely slow. I hadn’t even had a shot until today. Sunset was at 5:09 pm. At about 5:30 I decided it was dark enough that I probably couldn’t see sights good enough to shoot. So I stood up and saw a doe in the cut milo field behind me at about 300 yards. Too far of a shot. My wife was about 1/4 mile from me and the doe was headed her way. I hoped maybe she would make it over to her quickly enough as she was shooting a 7mm-08 with a scope. Then, for some unknown reason the doe turned and headed straight towards me. Closed to about 100 yards then turned and headed to my left. Stopped broadside at the fence line I was standing by at about 70 yards. Up came the rifle, out of the trees there was enough light to see the front sight, hammer cocked, trigger set… boom. She turned and ran into the milo, and down she went. I took the shot at 5:36. Last legal shooting light was 5:39. Nothing like waiting til the last minute !