Misses that eat at your soul

reminds me one that happened to me in france.
if you know deer fever boar fever is way above that and the reason mainly is up to mid 80s a boar was more a ghost than really often seen at hunts.

the season before we moved to Canada our hunting club gave me the honour to go on the place were the biggest boars always were. i thought lol no way.

so here is the phil on a very high seat surrounding forest and plain far enough that i can stop any siege attack from the brits (it was in burgundy). my partner that became my wife and known as the bear stopper told me that she heard a noise not far from us ...

and suddenly appears that big boar not doubt a he ... i will say 120 to 140kgs a monster and nicely took the pose against a tree to rub his back.

8 meters high no way he can see me lol and he continues his job scratching it all and i had to shoot maybe at 15 meters.

i aimed at him actionned the bold loaded one and shoot and missed him ... and he did not wait for a second round ...
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i went down and reloaded in case i wounded him, no blood nothing around. i put an handkerchief on the ground (to prove i checked my shot for the blood tracker later) and one the tree to check my rifle.

with the scope at leat 10cms too high and with open sights dead on. do not know if it was the angle or the mount (eaw with qd system) but at least it was a clean miss or maybe i shaked that bad ... only the god of hunters will know. too old to remember that part lol ...

i imagine that boar had a good life and gave life to few piglets that are still destroying crops around ...
 
This one eats me the most. November 2014, too long of a shot. Stupid. Tracked him for over a kilometre. Was back there a year later and found this within 50 yards of where we had finally given up the search:

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ninepointer said:
This one eats me the most. November 2014, too long of a shot. Stupid. Tracked him for over a kilometre. Was back there a year later and found this within 50 yards of where we had finally given up the search:

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That is a heartbreaker.....I had similar..... Not a miss, but a hit.....

Trail looked like someone ran through the woods with a red paint can with a hole in the bottom..... Crossed itself many times and I lost it..... Tried to follow it the next morning with same results.... Snow on the ground and everything....

Found it two days later when I saw the flock of crows....
 
Young and green, me a buddy and my Dad had been bumping a buck around a five acre piece of bush for a couple hours one morning and my buddy had to get to work. Had to walk out to the trucks so I beat it around the other side of the bush and the other two would try and move the buck out of cover.

I get to where I want to be and just before I get there I see perfect buck tracks, toe drags and all in the unusual, early, November snow. Step off the trail and set up by a fence line and figure I better have a leak before the boys start through. go about my business and as we all do I am looking down. Mid stream and I look up and standing broadside at 6 yds is a beauty of an 8 pointer, steam coming out as he breaths, he glances my way, then looks directly the other way as he heard the boys coming through the bush. All while standing up by the fence.

Me thinks" It's now or never" and heart doing 90mph, I reach for my gun against the fence post and start to slowly pick it up. All while continuing to piss on myself like a dedicated woodsman cause I figured the real gun should be in my hand. Get it waist high and doesn't the buck turn and give me the stink eye. Now I can hear the boys coming and the buck turns back looking for them and still perfect broadside at 6YDS. Shoulder the gun, at the time a TC New Englander.

For those that don't know, when cocking a side lock they click and rather loudly. To prevent this, the usual procedure is to LIGHTLY, hold the trigger while engaging the hammer, then pull the trigger.

Well as I shouldered the gun, pulled the hammer back, started bringing it down and the sight was 6 inches above the bucks back, I let off the hammer and BOOM. Buck dropped to a crouch, came straight up and over the fence, and gone like he should have been the 20 seconds earlier when he came upon me. My buddy and Dad, both now passed had quite the laugh coming upon me covered in my own filth and no deer, with the tracks telling the whole horrid tale.

I thank both of them and the deer gods each year when the meat is on the ground and wonder what a hunt with both would be like today
 
Yesterday, my last chance at geese at my blind at a nearby waterway. Had a sandwich my hand and my earmuffs off.

Here come two geese right at me, low down. Drop sandwich, put muffs on, geese fly past at 35 (estimated) yards. I swing on them and Boom, Boom, Boom with the 870. They flare up unharmed and fly away to make goslings.

Damn! Damn! Damn!
 
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