Back in the late forties: a real good friend of my Grampa Denman was hunting up in "Peekamoose". He jumped a real big buck out of it's bed, and he pulled off a quick shot as it took off. He walked over to it's bed, and sW hair and blood in the snow. Not much; but enough to start teacking it. The Buck led him up the mountain, and crossed several streams over the next couple of hours. He finally caught up to the Buck after about a four hour chase, and put it down. It was a real nice heavy ten-pointwr. He went to pull out his knife; but it had fallen out of it's sheath during the chase. He took the spent cartridge He had there, and found a rock that he could break loose from the fro?en ground. He used the rock to pound the .348 Win case mouth shut, and then used the rock to put an edge on it. It worked well enough for him to open the deer up, and field dress him.