was walking an old logging road and spied a small blackie 60 yards ahead rooting alongf the edge of a cut line. i shouldered the .303, and took aim just as he spotted me and started to bolt. i hit him with a running headshot, more luck then anything, he went down instantly. walked up to him and realized he was a lot smaller then he appeared. both my partner and i thought he was at least twice the size he was when we first saw him. he was probably last year's cub, and when dressed out only comes in around 40 pounds. if i had fully realized the actual size i wouldn't have taken the shot, don't like the idea of shooting the little ones, but there was no changing that. at least it will be nice and tender, not tough and stringy