Is there a past hunt that still haunts you? I missed on a super nice antelope last year and I replay the shot still. I don't know how I missed but I did and it was a big pronghorn.
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Wed, 2010-11-24 17:46
Haunted by the one that got away?
Wed, 2010-11-24 19:51#1
The muley I missed opening day this year was the biggest deer I have ever had in front of me while having a rifle in hand and a tag in my pocket. Every night I close my eyes I see him in my scope and wonder why I pulled the trigger when I did..........
Thu, 2010-11-25 01:04#2
I missed a cow elk two years
I missed a cow elk two years ago, had I killed her it would have given me four years in a row with an elk after them one I shot last year. I do not know what I did wrong as she was only 175 yards away. I think I hurried the shot and shiot right over her back beacuse that poor aspen tree expoled on the impact of my .338 win mag.
Thu, 2010-11-25 06:23#3
So, i am apparently not alone
So, i am apparently not alone in being haunted and with not knowing how I could have missed a relatively shot. Yes, my antelope that I missed will be with me for a long time.
Thu, 2010-11-25 20:54#4
I am not haunted by a
I am not haunted by a opportunity missed because of a missed shot but rather of just two situations that did not come together. The first was on my second hunt ever and I had just earned my radio call sign by throwing down my pack and running 1000 yards in order to get within range of some cow elk on an adjacent ridge. By the time that I got within range, the elk had already made it over the ridge and there was no chance to pursue them. But a giant black bear, the biggest I have ever seen in person, sauntered out into an opening 200 yards away and I got to watch him for 5 or 10 minutes. What kills me is that I had thought about getting a tag before the season started. It would have been a done deal if I would have had a tag. That still eats me up to this day. He was black as night with a white diamond on his chest. He would have made a beautiful rug.
My brother caused me to lose sleep over the other situation that haunts me. I had a bachelor group of bucks bedded within 90 yards of me. I was hunting with a bow and the bucks were starting to actually go to sleep. AHHHH This gets my blood flowing just typing about it. I was getting ready to start crawling the 50 yards I needed to cover to get within range when they all hopped up and ran away. I looked up the ridge behind me and my brother was hiking above me obliveous to the fact that he had just screwed me and my chances of taking my dream buck. It happens but I have had a very hard time giving this one up. I still owe him a good beat down ha.
Thu, 2010-11-25 21:01#5
Cool stories. the one about
Cool stories. the one about the bear reminds me of a similar situation that happened to me. In Kansas you only need a hunting license to hunt coyotes, but a furbearers license to take a bobcat.
We were going coyote hunting and I didn't think I'd see a bobcat so I didn't buy the furbearer license. We set up to call coyotes and my friend that was positioned about 20 yards from me was doing the calling. From a brush pile about fifty yards away comes a bob cat. It is coming right toward me. Now, I can't shoot it because I don't have the tag.
To make things worse it keeps coming right up to me and stops at about ten feet and eyes me up and down. I am praying it does not pounce on me but I don't want to shoo it away because it might go over to my friend who does have a tag.
It finally figures out I am not food and moves away. It stops at a hundred yards and just looks back. Three times I could have shot it. Now I always get a furbearers license just in case.
Mon, 2010-11-29 11:28#6
1992.... Got my first deer
1992.... Got my first deer ever. 1993........ Got my second deer ever, same spot.
1994.... Same spot, buck walked out. Pulled the hammer back, pulled the trigger, and "click". I guess that happens when you load your rounds into the tube, but forget to rack one into the chamber.......
Wasn't a big deer, but it was a legal buck, and I went another 6 or 7 years after that before I got another. Wasn't too happy about that.
Wed, 2010-12-01 13:46#7
Where do I begin. Two years
Where do I begin. Two years ago in Wyoming my dad and I were hiking up a ridge line and my dad spots four mulie bucks heading over the next ridge. Well we decide to walk through the valley and sneak up and peak over the ridge to see if they were still on the other side. Well somehow, I still don't quite get it, I look up the ridgeline that we're on and see a monster 4x4 bedded down 200 yards away. The buck was facing the valley we just walked through with a clear view of every step we would have taken to get there. I put the rifle scope on him and notice he is in a dreamlike state with his head up, but just oblivious to his surroundings. My dad and I of course decide to make the greedy attempt to try and have him get set up on one of the other previously seen bucks and try to take two at one time. Well, as soon as we start to move again, the bedded buck saw us and took off like a bat out of H&%#. Never even got a shot off at him. It is one of the dumbest hunting mistakes I've ever made and I relive it over and over. I have many others, but that is the worst by far that haunts me every day.