Your Worse Miss Come on guys lay it on the line !!!

Fall - 1982

I was 14 years old & hunting for the first time with my bow. I accidently managed to get within 12 yards of a mule doe. After coming to full draw and settling my 30 yard pin on her..........

Well, you guys can pretty much pencil in the rest of the story.
 
On Vancouver Island back in the mid 90's, I was out with a friend & had my ol .303... We came across a bunch of deer on a clearcut so I hopped out of the truck we were using to get to the regular spot & took careful aim, uphill... The bullet just went a couple inches above the deer (my partner watched it)... A nice 4 pointer. As I was reloading to take a second shot, I realized the extractor had broken, as it didn't eject the ol bullet, but only pulled it back. As I was fishing the spent casing out, the entire herd disappeared. I did check for blood sign, but of course there was none.

Fixed the damn extractor the next day...

Oh & the deer... Were only 20 yards away...

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My worst miss was crossbow.
At camp, in fact just behind the building. I crept along the side of the hunt camp, knowing a good buck was in the field just around the corner of the back shed.
i rounded the corner, and fired. He was maybe thirty feet from me, and I looked OVER the back sight! :redface: The arrow sailed over his back, and he sailed off into the bush.
All witnessed by one of our guys from the kitchen window!:redface::redface::redface:
 
2007 - Last hunting season in other words. I was drawn for Antlered Mule Deer in WMU 230, which takes 3-4 years to get, and "Lordy-Lordy" there was a decent sausage buck at no more than 70 yards. Trusty Winchester M70 in 7mm Rem Mag and Redfield Widefield scope right on him. You're as good as in the truck I thought to myself as I squeezed off the shot (160 gr Sierra Game King SBT). At the shot, he walks 10 feet and stops again. I go, "WTF????" reload, re-aim, and let fly yet again. He looks my way for a second or two, and then calmly trots into the bushes with the does.

On another matter, does anyone have a good recipe for tag soup? :D
 
hehe Good quote! The story of my life..

My dad and I went hunting about 10 years ago up behind Hedley, BC up in the Stemwinder area. We were out all day and had a single tag for white tail (and since I was still technically a minor I was under his license). We split up and I went left and he went right, staying within eyesight of each other but about 100 yrds apart. I came across a beautiful hollow with about 3 or 4 deer laying in there, one a gorgeous buck. I quickly raised my .303 and took aim but as I was about to squeeze the trigger off popped 2 or 3 quick .22 rounds to my right with my dad hollering "I think I got one!!".. Grouse that is.. Or I should say as it turned out to be a dark bump on a fallen log. The deer were gone in a flash. That is the only time in my life I have ever considered turning a firearm on someone :D And I still rub in it to this day. LR
 
Years ago I had my .30.30 in hand and sat were I thought I would be in the 100yd range from where I though the deer would come out.

Turns out I was way off on my yardage and just made a nice heavy 4 x 4 jump and run when I shot. A little hair and no blood.

I was actually 160 yds out:redface:
 
Opening day for antlered mule deer, raining heavily riding the quads into this spot where i like to hunt as i look to my left i spot a nice 4 point up the hill with a doe, i slam on the breaks and jump off grab my 300wsm and plan it with my dad in a flas, plan was he would continue down the road (around the bottom of the cut) and i would go try to get a shot at this beuty of a 4 point. Welll i scale the hill and get up and there is the 4 point standing there facing me BESIDE A WHOPPING HUGE BUCK ANTLERS WERE huge not wide but so tall i rest on a stump and crank ym scope to 9 and geuss about 100 yards i wish i hadnt touched my scope aim at the cheast and let a bullet fly, turns out he was about 150-170 and i shot between his legs gave him a face full of dirt heard my dad roll off a few shots at him from down the hill but he never hit him. As i stood there in the pooring rain wondering wth happened i decided to head home and go back to bed.
 
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