Re: anyone admit to making a terrible shot
My 'terrible shot' happened with the first whitetail I ever shot at. My friend Paul and I were hunting a shotgun only area on a very warm late November day. It had been very dry that fall and one couldn't take a step without crunching the leaf litter of the forest floor. I was carrying my brand new Remington 870 with a 20" smooth bore slug barrel. In the tube were 3 Brenneke rifled slugs.
We were walking down a fire road because it was the only way to move around without making a lot of noise. When off to our right and out of sight, in a drainage, we hear a lot of noise coming our way. I quickly put my back to a huge sugar maple to breakup my outline and Paul likewise gets in front of another tree to my right and behind me. The commotion continues for a few moments when 3 or 4 does appear slightly to our right, pass right in front of us, trot past then disappear to our left. They passed about 30 yards in front of us and never saw us. They didn't seem to be spooked, just making tracks to get somewhere.
That was close and as we're relaxing for a moment before continuing when more noise from our right. This time a 6 point buck comes up from the drainage, just as the does had a few minutes earlier. The only difference is the buck stops about 25 yards in front of me! Broadside, and slightly quartered away.
The deer, Paul and I are standing there like statues waiting for something to happen. Finally the deer turns its head away enough for me to bring the gun up, aim and shoot. The next moment, the deer is on the ground struggling to get up and as it does, I shoot again and miss cleanly. With that, the buck bounds off, white tail raised high, never to be seen again.
I’ll admit I had a good case of first time buck fever. Paul said my shaking was more like a horror movie electrocution gone awry. Either way, we walk over to where the Buck fell to look for blood and find none. No fur. No blood, nothing except ……… a piece of antler with 3 points, freshly broken off at the main beam.
Today, I still have the shotgun with a couple of slugs from that box… and a piece of antler on the bookcase. Can’t say I haven’t missed again in the years since, I have. But I have gotten the buck fever in better control.
"The 'tolerant' left has come full circle... and has now become what they so despised."
We hang the petty thieves and appoint the great ones to public office. -- Aesop