Last bow season I meet this 20 year old kid that just moved to my town from Missouri. I met him while scouting deer one night on this farm down the road from my house. Apparently he got permission from the owner of the farm who he met while working at a local hardware store.
He tells me that some of the local guys are giving him a hard time. bla bla bla. Anyway I take him to get his NY hunting license so he'll be all set for opening day. On the way there I start to see why he's having a hard time with these guys. He's bragging about knowing Jerry Martin, and about all the deer he shot. I mention to my wife that I was going to take this kid with me opening day, but he's such a BS'er that I'm changing my mind. Of course my wife gives me the "you were 20 once too" speech. So I take him.
I meet him at 4am opening day of archery and we wish each other luck and go to our spots. It was a light rain all day, but there was enough leaf cover that I barely got wet. Idiot boy is sitting uncovered getting soaked for hours. Fortunately for him it was nice weather.
Anyway, with about 30 minutes of light left, PRIME TIME, he come walking over to my spot. Rather than yell at him I calmly explain that in the future, I'll meet him at the trucks.
So we are walking back along a hedgerow to our left going downhill when we spot two does about 120 yards ahead of us walking along the hedgerow in front of us that goes from right to left. They are walking right toward the corner.
So Robin Hood decides that we should keep walking right up to them and shoot them. I explained to him how stupid that Idea was and suggested instead that we are fortunate that one of the paths through the hedgerow is to our left and we can get to the other side and set up on the other side of the corner where they are headed.
Note that based on the lay of the land, this was a no brainer. They never saw us and we had the wind as perfect as it could be.
So we cut through and walk down the other side of the hedgerow. We are just about the get to the other side of the trail they are going to come through, but instead of just standing there and waiting. $%^&head decides to go ahead of me in one of those "Great Moron Hunter" head down positions. I tell him to wait, but he ignores me and walks right to the trail. Then I watch in amazement as he make a right onto the trail and starts walking toward the deer who were now just 50 yards form the corner and would have come right to us in a few minutes. He draws back his bow and takes a 60 yard shot in medium-heavy rain. Then he turns to me and tells me he thinks he got her right in the heart! He was close to getting a shot in the jaw. That would have been the only shot he was going to connect with.
I was so ****ed. Mostly because I though that he was selfish for running up to shoot one of the deer instead of trying to go for a double. But also because he had no chance to begin with. He didn't even have a range finder.
If only one deer came through I would have let the kid take it, but selfishness is worse than stupidity for me in most cases.
He even had the balls to try and tell me that he found the deer the next day and this guy helped him field dress it.
I told him that he probably shouldn't eat the meat since it was so warm. Ultimately, he told so many guys these BS stories that he was laughed off the farm.