ok people lets have some fun.we all miss,if you havent you havent hunted very long.we have heard all the standard (my scopes must have been bumped,my arrow is bent,my tounge was held the wrong way)whatever.excuses can run the full spectrum.i want to hear the not so standard excuses of why we miss.as a matter of i missed a deer this morning.a big ten point came in and when i stood up to take the shot my wifes panties rode up so high i couldnt breath and i missed.it wasnt MY fault.get creative and have some fun.
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OK I'll give this a whirl.Last year while doing the pre-season scouting thing I found a great spot down on a creek branch where this buck had a line of rubs and scrapes going down one side of the branch.I sneaked in and set up a tripod on the opposite bank and backed out and left it alone untill opening morning.Now it had rained for two whole weeks right before season opened.The tripod was on a little bit of a slope but I never gave it no thought.While getting up in the stand as I was about to go for the swivel seat it started going over with me.Luckily I had placed it right beside a tree and I stuck my foot out and caught it.I managed to get back on the ground and pulled the legs out of the ground and swiveled the stand enough that being myself I figured I could try again.Same scenario as I was getting to the seat it started going over again.So while laying kind of sideways with my foot propped against the tree I looked over and here goes my buck trailing a doe along the other side of the branch.I put up my rifle sighted in (sideways) and squeezed the trigger.NOTHING.Then I remembered I'd never gotten to the point of chambering a round.Never saw that buck again all year.But I will be looking for him this year.Wasn't exactly a miss but was definately a missed oppurtunity.This being just one of the many I've gotten myself into over the years in the woods.See that wasn't hard.
I luv dis. lol
Rock
I luv dis. lol
Rock
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Alright, so i'm assuming that these dont have to be true 
soooo... i was staring down my scope at a beautiful 14 point buck, and as i was about to pull the trigger, and angry mob of liberal envirmentalist attacked me with sticks... the bullet flew just past the ear of the deer and the treehuggers stood in front of it, not allowing me to take a second shot. the deer gave me a wink and walked off into the sunset!
soooo... i was staring down my scope at a beautiful 14 point buck, and as i was about to pull the trigger, and angry mob of liberal envirmentalist attacked me with sticks... the bullet flew just past the ear of the deer and the treehuggers stood in front of it, not allowing me to take a second shot. the deer gave me a wink and walked off into the sunset!
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and whats that supposed to mean??
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gotta hate the stick weilding hippies......
*looks around nervously*
*looks around nervously*
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Im not a good one with the made up versions. The year before last i shot at a doe and my excuse was my scope must have been off. Yeah yeah thats what my hunting partners said. I would have said the same thing if i were in their shoes. This was about a 20 yard shot. All i found was some white hair. I loaded up my gun on my front rack of my 4 wheeler and start riding down the mountain. Halfway down i notice my scope bouncing around and about to fall out. I guess the screw were vibrating out because the 4 wheeler. Thats my excuse. I never did tell the other guys about that because they would just say i was searching to hard for an excuse.
Then last year i had a monster buck at about 40 yds. I never got a shot at it and was disappointed. Now im glad i didn't. I shot the gun a week or so later at the range and did not even hit the target. It was a muzzleloader in both instances.
All my other misses i have no excuse for. I just missed.
Then last year i had a monster buck at about 40 yds. I never got a shot at it and was disappointed. Now im glad i didn't. I shot the gun a week or so later at the range and did not even hit the target. It was a muzzleloader in both instances.
All my other misses i have no excuse for. I just missed.
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My Turn?
About 4 years ago, just as the rut was hitting high gear, I made my way into the woods to my favorite stand. About 23 feet above the ground, overlooking a spring fed pond to my west, a plum thicket to my north, and two of the largest funnels in the woods one would ever see. It was not unusual to see 12 to 15 deer each time I hunted this spot. It was the kind of spot a guy could be real picky.
Anyhow, for an evening hunt, I crossed the fence to the land, made my way around the pond, and headed for my stand. As I approached the area of my stand, I discovered a doe with her back leg stuck in an old section of wire fence. She was still as I approached, but began to thrash and scream as I got closer. I was sickened by the sound of the doe, both in pain and shock, trying to get away from me only to cause her legs to become more tangled in the old fence.
After a moment or two I knew I had to do something. I did have a doe tag and she was a fairly mature doe, perhaps 4 or 5 years old. With my bow in hand, and a fairly empty freezer, I knew what I had to do. As I raised my bow and came to full draw, the doe laid her head down and stopped moving. What happened, I thought? I lowered the bow and looked again at the doe. She was looking at me without moving her head, almost resigned to the fact that her time was about up. I noticed an extra large white patch on her upper left shoulder. It seemed unique to me at the time. I stood there for what seemed like forever, probably less than a minute, and decided to see if I could reach her legs without her getting excited or trying to get up again. I did.
I bent down on one knee and began to see if I would be able to remove the tangled fence from her legs. With a twist to the left, then a twist to the right, I was able to free her legs from the fence. I stood up and took a step back, as if to give her some space to realize she was free. But nothing. She just laid there. I approached her again. She lifted her head and looked at me in the eyes. I patted her on the hind-quarter softly and kinds made a "gettieup" sound. As if a deer would know what that meant. She did. Without taking her eyes off me, she shook her hind legs and realized she was free. Slowly she stood and began to walk away. After a few steps, perhaps 5 or 6, she turned her head and looked at me again. Without much fan-fare, or even as much as a thank you, she sprinted off into the woods, showing no sign of any damage.
I have seen this same deer MANY times since this fateful day. As a matter of fact, I see her, white patch and all, each year during the rut. For the past three years, she has entered my hunting area, with a nice buck in tow, and paused in clear view, just long enough for me to shoot here male friend. Is she doing it on purpose, her way of thanking me? I'd like to think so but who knows.
The most famous shot I ever missed was the one I decided not to take, and it's paid dividends to me for many years.
About 4 years ago, just as the rut was hitting high gear, I made my way into the woods to my favorite stand. About 23 feet above the ground, overlooking a spring fed pond to my west, a plum thicket to my north, and two of the largest funnels in the woods one would ever see. It was not unusual to see 12 to 15 deer each time I hunted this spot. It was the kind of spot a guy could be real picky.
Anyhow, for an evening hunt, I crossed the fence to the land, made my way around the pond, and headed for my stand. As I approached the area of my stand, I discovered a doe with her back leg stuck in an old section of wire fence. She was still as I approached, but began to thrash and scream as I got closer. I was sickened by the sound of the doe, both in pain and shock, trying to get away from me only to cause her legs to become more tangled in the old fence.
After a moment or two I knew I had to do something. I did have a doe tag and she was a fairly mature doe, perhaps 4 or 5 years old. With my bow in hand, and a fairly empty freezer, I knew what I had to do. As I raised my bow and came to full draw, the doe laid her head down and stopped moving. What happened, I thought? I lowered the bow and looked again at the doe. She was looking at me without moving her head, almost resigned to the fact that her time was about up. I noticed an extra large white patch on her upper left shoulder. It seemed unique to me at the time. I stood there for what seemed like forever, probably less than a minute, and decided to see if I could reach her legs without her getting excited or trying to get up again. I did.
I bent down on one knee and began to see if I would be able to remove the tangled fence from her legs. With a twist to the left, then a twist to the right, I was able to free her legs from the fence. I stood up and took a step back, as if to give her some space to realize she was free. But nothing. She just laid there. I approached her again. She lifted her head and looked at me in the eyes. I patted her on the hind-quarter softly and kinds made a "gettieup" sound. As if a deer would know what that meant. She did. Without taking her eyes off me, she shook her hind legs and realized she was free. Slowly she stood and began to walk away. After a few steps, perhaps 5 or 6, she turned her head and looked at me again. Without much fan-fare, or even as much as a thank you, she sprinted off into the woods, showing no sign of any damage.
I have seen this same deer MANY times since this fateful day. As a matter of fact, I see her, white patch and all, each year during the rut. For the past three years, she has entered my hunting area, with a nice buck in tow, and paused in clear view, just long enough for me to shoot here male friend. Is she doing it on purpose, her way of thanking me? I'd like to think so but who knows.
The most famous shot I ever missed was the one I decided not to take, and it's paid dividends to me for many years.
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Hey Buck that really happened to me just the other day. I just mounted a plastic gun boot on my 4 wheeler and noticed that it bounced around way too much. So I fired my gun and>>>>>5 high 4 left, from a previous dead on zeroed at 100 yds. So I got my inch increment targets and resighted. Luckily I tested it before hunting. Man I was so ticked. I ended taking the whole thing completely off.
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thats a great story stalker!
maybe i was out of line making that rude story up about treehuggers attacking me...
sound like that doe has been widowed manyyy times by you!!
jkjk
maybe i was out of line making that rude story up about treehuggers attacking me...
sound like that doe has been widowed manyyy times by you!!
jkjk
I thought I missed.
I once shot a small buck that had passed me at basically what I call point blank range. A doe came pass me first within 10 or 15 feet away from me, with a young buck hot on her tail.
The doe caught me by surprise, and was able to enter the thicket before I could put her in my freezer, but I was ready for the buck. I pull up on his vitals only 10 or 15 feet from me, with my british, and squeezed the trigger. I expected him to drop in his tracks.
He didn't, he was able to make the thicket, which was only a couple of jumps, hot after the doe. I just stood there in amasement, wondering how I could have missed a broadside shot.
I looked for signs of a hit for a half hour, in the small area that was open. I could find no evidence of a hit anywhere.
The buck and the doe was running parallel with a woods road. I decided that even though I could find no evidence of a hit, that I would investigate more. So I headed back out to the road and proceeded in the direction of the deer.
After about 300 yards I heard leaves rustling. I thought maybe it was the deer again. As I watched and listened I couldn't see any deer, up on the hardwood ridge that I was watching, but could hear the rustling leaves.
So after a bit, I decided to proceed up on to the ridge. I hadn't gone maybe a hundred yards or so, and there he was laying in a hole. I grinned and said I knew I couldn't have missed.
As I set there looking at the deer, it dawned on me to follow the blood trail backwards. There was little blood, and I was only able to trace it back about 70 feet or so from the deer.
When I dressed him out I realized he only had bits and pieces of a heart left, there wasn't even enough to bring home to the frying pan.
And the moral of the story is, sometimes we may think that we missed, when in fact we didn't, and should always make absolutely sure.
It's very easy to miss evidence, if that evidence isn't where we believe it ought to be.
AJHunter
I once shot a small buck that had passed me at basically what I call point blank range. A doe came pass me first within 10 or 15 feet away from me, with a young buck hot on her tail.
The doe caught me by surprise, and was able to enter the thicket before I could put her in my freezer, but I was ready for the buck. I pull up on his vitals only 10 or 15 feet from me, with my british, and squeezed the trigger. I expected him to drop in his tracks.
He didn't, he was able to make the thicket, which was only a couple of jumps, hot after the doe. I just stood there in amasement, wondering how I could have missed a broadside shot.
I looked for signs of a hit for a half hour, in the small area that was open. I could find no evidence of a hit anywhere.
The buck and the doe was running parallel with a woods road. I decided that even though I could find no evidence of a hit, that I would investigate more. So I headed back out to the road and proceeded in the direction of the deer.
After about 300 yards I heard leaves rustling. I thought maybe it was the deer again. As I watched and listened I couldn't see any deer, up on the hardwood ridge that I was watching, but could hear the rustling leaves.
So after a bit, I decided to proceed up on to the ridge. I hadn't gone maybe a hundred yards or so, and there he was laying in a hole. I grinned and said I knew I couldn't have missed.
As I set there looking at the deer, it dawned on me to follow the blood trail backwards. There was little blood, and I was only able to trace it back about 70 feet or so from the deer.
When I dressed him out I realized he only had bits and pieces of a heart left, there wasn't even enough to bring home to the frying pan.
And the moral of the story is, sometimes we may think that we missed, when in fact we didn't, and should always make absolutely sure.
It's very easy to miss evidence, if that evidence isn't where we believe it ought to be.
AJHunter
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Hey Buck I knew that and I'll never use a gunboot again. It was just weird timing how that happened to me and then see a similar situation that you mentioned. Crazy
well lastt year I shot at a bign and missed cause a late drinkin treehugger atackd me with a carot stick and told me that i was a black coffe drinkin hunter and that I was a meenyweeny I think she was with oh yea Pita and Chiken fried stake was here enemy lol
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How 'bout, sitting on a wood platform set between four trees... There had been a fifth but I cut it off about 12" from the top of the deck (for a shooting rest) ... deer comes in right in front of me but the way I'm sitting, I had to lift one leg up and over the stump to get into position..... Had pork & beans for dinner the night before. What was that???? A new grunt call??? Maybe a new cover scent????
Mr deers eyes got as big as saucers and before I could do anything, all I saw was a tail flying away from me back into the woods!!!! Can't even think up an excuse for that one, but it's stuff like that that makes each years hunt memorable and just funny at times.
Mr deers eyes got as big as saucers and before I could do anything, all I saw was a tail flying away from me back into the woods!!!! Can't even think up an excuse for that one, but it's stuff like that that makes each years hunt memorable and just funny at times.
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next time take some beano:w00t:
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Well Ya'll ain't gonna believe this but it is true, I swear!
This was sometime back in the early eighties on news year’s day, which used to be the last day of the season. My brother and I took a trip to a place called Jump Off TN, which is up near Buckfever country. After a two-hour drive on paved road an hour and a half in four wheel drive and a forty five minute hike down off the bluffs to the second bench I am ready for daylight to come.
It was an odd morning hunt. The fog would roll in and be so thick you couldn't see the end of your gun barrel then just disappear and you could see forever. After a couple of hours of sittin on a big house sized rock I had to move. I moved down the backside of the rock when the fog came in and went around to the front.
About the time I get to the front of the rock the fog clears and there is a HUGE BUCK walking from left to right about twenty yards away not having a clue I was there. I couldn't believe it, finally some luck, this was far and away the biggest deer I had ever seen dead or alive.
I wait until a big oak tree is between me him and I raise my riffle thinking how easy this was going to be. When he steps out from behind the oak tree I put the iron sight of my 30-30 on the sweet spot and pull the trigger. BOOM! Now remember he isn't but twenty yards away. I remember standing there looking down the barrel of that gun and that huge buck just standing there looking back at me back down the barrel of the gun. What the ...... how could I have missed? After a few minutes he decided I wasn't a threat to him and he resumed his walk. Another big oak between us and I chamber a round. He stops at the sound but can't see me so after awhile he continues.
Now he's even closer I thought I would put it on the neck and drop him, no way to miss. BOOM! Now he's had enough and the biggest buck I have ever seen dead or alive turns straight away and trots off. I'm thinking he has to fall over any time as he disappears down the side of the mountain.
Well in just a minute I hear boom, boom, boom, silence.... then from down off the mountain yelled so loud you could hear it in the next county.... YEEEEE--HAWWWW!
Stunned I just sat there trying to figure out what just happened. As I looked at my riffle I notice that the front V sight had somehow fallen off. All that remained was the two pins that held it on and that is what I was sighting down. I shot just to see where it was hitting and at twenty yards it a foot and a half low.
This was sometime back in the early eighties on news year’s day, which used to be the last day of the season. My brother and I took a trip to a place called Jump Off TN, which is up near Buckfever country. After a two-hour drive on paved road an hour and a half in four wheel drive and a forty five minute hike down off the bluffs to the second bench I am ready for daylight to come.
It was an odd morning hunt. The fog would roll in and be so thick you couldn't see the end of your gun barrel then just disappear and you could see forever. After a couple of hours of sittin on a big house sized rock I had to move. I moved down the backside of the rock when the fog came in and went around to the front.
About the time I get to the front of the rock the fog clears and there is a HUGE BUCK walking from left to right about twenty yards away not having a clue I was there. I couldn't believe it, finally some luck, this was far and away the biggest deer I had ever seen dead or alive.
I wait until a big oak tree is between me him and I raise my riffle thinking how easy this was going to be. When he steps out from behind the oak tree I put the iron sight of my 30-30 on the sweet spot and pull the trigger. BOOM! Now remember he isn't but twenty yards away. I remember standing there looking down the barrel of that gun and that huge buck just standing there looking back at me back down the barrel of the gun. What the ...... how could I have missed? After a few minutes he decided I wasn't a threat to him and he resumed his walk. Another big oak between us and I chamber a round. He stops at the sound but can't see me so after awhile he continues.
Now he's even closer I thought I would put it on the neck and drop him, no way to miss. BOOM! Now he's had enough and the biggest buck I have ever seen dead or alive turns straight away and trots off. I'm thinking he has to fall over any time as he disappears down the side of the mountain.
Well in just a minute I hear boom, boom, boom, silence.... then from down off the mountain yelled so loud you could hear it in the next county.... YEEEEE--HAWWWW!
Stunned I just sat there trying to figure out what just happened. As I looked at my riffle I notice that the front V sight had somehow fallen off. All that remained was the two pins that held it on and that is what I was sighting down. I shot just to see where it was hitting and at twenty yards it a foot and a half low.
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