Thought i'd start this thread so all those harboring old hurts from lost opportunity can get it all out. My own story, came together yesterday. As i've hunted deer very little in the past with a muzzleloader, i've never taken a blackpowder deer. The BP bug hit me hard over the summer and I aquired a .50 white mt. carbine for the purpose. I had a heck of a time finding a projectile it liked but settled on 370gr maxi's. I was in my stand saturday am and at 8am the largest racked 8pt i've ever seen came out of the mist and came straight to my foodplot. He stood broadside to me at 30yds and literally looked the other way as I carefully sighted and in my mind, I knew I was about to harvest my biggest deer ever and with a ML'er at that. When the smoke cleared, there was no deer, no blood, no hair...nothing. I spent 3hrs searching, half of that time on my hands and knees. I tracked his hurried flight out well past 100 yards and never found anything to indicate a hit. I was in shock, how could I have missed? Went back to the spot he'd stood in and under the leaf litter found the spot where the big slug drilled in the earth under the deer. I sat down, shot a 3 shot group into a stump and found that somehow, my open sights were hitting a full foot low at 30 yards. I'm still sick about it, although thankful for the experience and thought i'd come on here and cry about it:-)