Closest Miss and Worst Shooting!

Well I once emptied all 3 rounds of an 1100 Rem 410 Skeet at a ruffed grouse sitting in a branch, eye level to me and maybe 10-12 yards away. Was shooting 1/2 oz. # 7.5 and never cut a feather! I was too confused to get disgusted and walked away laughing. The bird just sat there watching me, with a smirk I might add as I got back in my truck and continued on looking for unblessed birds!:p
 
I missed a 10 point buck at about 50, 40 and 30 yards with the shotgun probably 10 years ago. I guess everytime I shot the sound would echo off the bush behind him and I guess he thought I was on the other side of him because he would keep getting closer with each shot.

When he finally ran off after the 3rd shot (gun empty) I can remember grabbing the box of ammo out of jacket, all frustrated trying to open the box I ended up just ripping it open and throwing it as far as I could out of the treestand (shells and all). Man I was pissed. After I calmed down I climbed down and picked up all the shells and packaging, laughing to myself saying " your a friggin goofball" hahah
 
This has got to be some sort of record...

My first shotgun was a browning Auto 5 with the raised front bead, not vented rib. I was about seventeen at the time.

Over the course of four seasons I shot about twenty boxes of ammo at canada geese, well within range, and brought down NOTHING.

Then I bought a Beretta A303 and the birds started falling like rain...
 
Rifle: About 70 yards on a flat out run (I lead him with a .257 weatherby) on a 195-200" typical mule deer....

Bow: 12 yards... 200" typical mule deer... (I really don't want to tell that story)

Ironically enough, both were within about 400 yards of each other and 8 years apart...
 
Cow moose at about 30yds with a BLR .308 when I lived in the N.W.T. Moose was trotting directly at me and I held center of her chest face on - didn't notice the 3" tree 10 yds from me in the scope. Moose veered off and I would have had time for 2 or 3 more shots through the sparse bush, but like the superior hunter I am, I waited for the moose to discover that she was dead. Closer inspection found the center-punched tree, no moose hair and no blood for the 1/2 mile I followed her tracks. Tried a slo-cooker but that tree was still tough and not too good!
 
Missed the biggest buck I have had the chance at this year. Watched him coming from 100yds with my little beagle yelping over the top of the hill behind as he just been jumped out of his bed. I stood there not moving as he trotted down a long hill in the hardwood for fear he'd see me. He turned to cross the road at a trot 50 feet from me & I raised the rifle, carefully aimed below his head & pow! The second I pulled the trigger my mind kicked my ass, I knew full well he was too close! & to slow! for that much lead :rolleyes: Being a retired dogger most all my deer have been taken running & usually fairly fast but a bigger brain fart I have probably never done:redface:
 
Missed a finishing shot that was supposed to be in the neck of a deer that was laying down about 10 feet away. Deer moved, I didn't shift my aim.
 
Guilty, with an explanation...

About a month ago I picked up my buddy to go call some coyotes. But first I wanted to take a few pokes out of the 22-250 cause I thought it was a little 'off'. Got that straightened out but promptly dropped the rifle in the snow, action open. Man. Took it inside and dried it all out with the hair dryer, spray it with G96, couple more shots to make sure all is well and off we go.

Couple of dry stands but the last stand of the day a coyote appears out of some scrub in front of me about 80 yds. Just showing me his head and shoulders but with the 22-250 off the shooting stix that's a gimmie right? Take careful aim and ...click. Firing pin frozen. Rack another shell, and anticipating another misfire, give the trigger a vicious yank. Bang. Clean miss. Coyote gone.

I did however redeem myself with a nice offhand shot about 10 minutes later on another coyote that came in behind us.

Hey a miss is no fun without an excuse right?
 
Mine was a doe at abou 10yds with my muzzle loader, it was my first year hunting alone. It poped out of nowhere and I took the shot, couldn't see much at this distance but a big patch of brown hair in the scope. When I got off my stand I noticed my scope was loose as hell but didn't think much of it. I got to the spot I shot it and all I could find was hair and a bit of blood. I looked for that doe for about 2 days and I never found it. Hopefully it wasn't a Vital shot. Lesson learned: Use Loctite on everything! lol
 
This year i was hunting inside a old shack with windows all around and with the door missing.I was watching 2 bambies out the side window about 20 yards away for half an hour when suddenly a doe comes out to join them.With the window missing i had to hide myself and to not stand in the window so i went over to the door and cranned my neck to watch them out the window..After about 5 minutes the doe decides to come my way..with the trail running past the door 5 yards away..so i just barley point the barrel out the door and wait till her head comes into my scope..sure enough along she comes 5 yards..yes FIVE..5...FIVE yards away.i pull the trigger and bang...haa clean miss...I for some stupid reason thought the gun shoots high so close so i put the cross hairs just under her eye...and i flat out missed her..at five yards..it will be hard for me to beat that so only better from here on..but i did get her on the run then at 50 yards...but man was i disappointed.
 
1st shot ever at a deer. Nov. '88. Remington ADL, 30.06. 40 yards, broadside. Can't miss. I miss! I went to look. Tracks leaving. No blood. I set the rifle where it rested on a rail fence. I looked through the scope. Saw something blurry. I still have that 3/4" thick cedar branch with a 30 calibre trench through it.
 
Oh man! Great stories! feels like I'm sitting around the dinner table after the last day of the hunt swapping track soup stories. However, It's a little embarrasing that nobody's mentioned doing this yet: :redface:

I was the rookie in the group, and in the previous 5 years had taken 5 does - all one shot; one kills. So on my sixth hunt, I get a chance at a buck sneaking up behind me. There's a grass covered burm between us, but I can see glimpses of antlers working teir way toward me - 30 yds away now. I figured if I rose up slowly over the burm, he'd see me and bolt. I thought my best bet was to pop up quick and nail'm before he had time to think. I had seen how quick and potent my new slug gun was shooting 3" Magnum Slugs with a red dot. So I held my breath, flicked the safety, and jumped up swinging the gun around and... I still couldn't see his vital below the grassy burm! Panicking, I put the red dot where his vitals ought to have been (below the crest of the burm) and pulled the trigger: BLAM!! dirt and grass exploded straight up and as the report echoed and faded away you could hear all the debris slowly trickling down in the leaes around me. I heard a "whoop" from my cousin who was just finnishing a drive and was running over to see wat the fuss was about. I stepped over the burm execting to see a white bouncing tail dissapear into the woods, but instead, there he lay both front shoulders smashed broken. Surprised, I quickly stalked closer for a kill shot (the firts time I'd ever had to fire one) then from about 12 feet away I raised the muzzle...

"Wait!" My cousin said running, panting, out of breath. "That's your... first Buck... Man! You're gonna... blow its... head off... with that thing... Here!" he said, thrusting his old 30-30 int o my hands. So I aimed, took a guess at where to set the front sight in the rear of the iron sights and BLAM...missed. Blinked twice, reloaded, turned red, aimed lower and BLAM... missed... again... from 12 feet away. I handed the rifle to my cousin who put it out of it's missery for me.

The "golden child" rookie who never missed, just missed two 12 foot shots at a stationary, nearly dead, deer.

Venison for supper, but humble pie for dessert:redface:
 
scruffee said:
Mine was a doe at abou 10yds with my muzzle loader, it was my first year hunting alone. It poped out of nowhere and I took the shot, couldn't see much at this distance but a big patch of brown hair in the scope. When I got off my stand I noticed my scope was loose as hell but didn't think much of it. I got to the spot I shot it and all I could find was hair and a bit of blood. I looked for that doe for about 2 days and I never found it. Hopefully it wasn't a Vital shot. Lesson learned: Use Loctite on everything! lol
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Hopefully it wasn't vital? So it could run around gut shot or rot to death?
 
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