I once shot a coyote with my .410 that was in the next county, and killed it the next day. The speed of the pellets went beyond lightspeed, pushing them forward in time. The shot went silent as it left the barrel, and the coyote disappeared. I scratched my head and left disgusted.
The next day I was out there around the same time, looking for some sign were I shot at that dawg. After mulling around there for a couple minutes, the dang thing appeared before my eyes in the same spot I saw him the previous night.
I think I need to change the recipe for that handload...