I have told this story before;
On one of those magic mornings I had bucks chasing does around my stand to a degree I have never seen before or since. The problem was they went by a full speed, grunting and bellowing and never seemed to catch their intended.
After the fireworks ended without a shot, I noticed a nice 8 point sauntering down the ridge in my direction. He was out of his mind with lust, swinging his head from side to side, his eyes were bulged out and he was slobbering like a baby.
He stopped at 5 yards broadside, I set my trigger and started to lower the sights on him, BOOM, my cold finger touched the trigger before I felt it, the shot was over his back. He slowly turned, walked about 10 yards and started horning a bush.
I reloaded but pushed the ball too far into the bore before I cut the patch leaving the tag ends of material. The buck was still rubbing the bush as I rammed the ball home. I tried to extract my ramrod and the dang thing was stuck in the bore by the tag ends of material. The buck was still rubbing the bush.
I pulled and twisted on the ramrod, even thought about shooting the buck with the ramrod, the ramrod was STUCK! The buck was still rubbing on the bush.
After 3 or 4 minutes of pulling I felt the ramrod start to come out but it pulled the patch and ball out with it. The buck was still rubbing on the bush.
About the time I got the extra fabric folded over the ball, rammed it home and primed my lock the buck started a lazy walk toward the pine thicket on the hill. When I finally got the sights on the buck at 25 yards the only shot I had was a texas heart shot, I let him go.
I couldn't pull the ramrod with my cold, patch lube greasy fingers.
I carry one of these now, just in case.