Joec7651
Handloader
- Apr 7, 2019
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I had a great trip bow hunting last week but ended up in disbelief. I got a big doe for the freezer but missed a once in a lifetime buck.
I was in my ground blind on the edge of an oak flat that was simply beautiful and LOADED with acorns. I had seen does and a spike all week that I passed. It was about 8:30 this morning and out stepped a bonafide stud. He stopped broadside 15 yards out with no clue I was there. Not a single leaf between the two of us. I’m 49 years old and he was the most impressive buck I’ve ever seen alive, without question. He was bigger than most you see mounted when you walk into a Cabelas.
I already had him caped, butchered and in the freezer. I was so sure of the coming shot that I wasn’t nervous and everything went into slow motion. I drew my bow. Settled the pin behind the shoulder to send the Thunderhead through both lungs. I anchored, the release settled into my jaw, a second passed and I released. Everything was perfect. Except for one small detail.
The lower cam on my PSE hit one of the steel support bars inside my ground blind. I had my bow too close to the front wall of the blind. When the cam hit the blind as it rolled over, I watched that perfect shot that I was so sure of harmlessly stick in the ground a yard before it got to him. I was dumbfounded as I watched him run off with my arrow sticking in the ground next to where he was standing. Completely heartbroken was an understatement.
I’m not joking at all when I say he’s the largest buck I’ve ever seen on the hoof. I’m also not joking when I say at that moment I would have bet my house on the shot I was going to take. It wasn’t to be for me that morning. Boys, don’t put em in the freezer till after you get em strung up and the hide off.
I was in my ground blind on the edge of an oak flat that was simply beautiful and LOADED with acorns. I had seen does and a spike all week that I passed. It was about 8:30 this morning and out stepped a bonafide stud. He stopped broadside 15 yards out with no clue I was there. Not a single leaf between the two of us. I’m 49 years old and he was the most impressive buck I’ve ever seen alive, without question. He was bigger than most you see mounted when you walk into a Cabelas.
I already had him caped, butchered and in the freezer. I was so sure of the coming shot that I wasn’t nervous and everything went into slow motion. I drew my bow. Settled the pin behind the shoulder to send the Thunderhead through both lungs. I anchored, the release settled into my jaw, a second passed and I released. Everything was perfect. Except for one small detail.
The lower cam on my PSE hit one of the steel support bars inside my ground blind. I had my bow too close to the front wall of the blind. When the cam hit the blind as it rolled over, I watched that perfect shot that I was so sure of harmlessly stick in the ground a yard before it got to him. I was dumbfounded as I watched him run off with my arrow sticking in the ground next to where he was standing. Completely heartbroken was an understatement.
I’m not joking at all when I say he’s the largest buck I’ve ever seen on the hoof. I’m also not joking when I say at that moment I would have bet my house on the shot I was going to take. It wasn’t to be for me that morning. Boys, don’t put em in the freezer till after you get em strung up and the hide off.