WHAT WENT WRONG, AND WHY
Instantly, the muley sprang away and followed his companion, which already had taken off. I frantically chambered another round and tried to pick up the bigger buck again as he bolted across the plain. He reached cover and I waited for the muley to reappear on a treeless, rocky ramp halfway up the hillside about 250 yards away. As he bounded through the opening, I got off another shot, but the bullet hit ahead of his chest and caromed harmlessly off a boulder beyond him. That was all. If the muley stopped to look back, he did so in a place where we couldn't see him.