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Originally Posted by Iowanian
I'm not a waterfowl guy at all, But it's confession time.
During the peak rut, I climbed in a good stand
Location at a travel corridor intersection for an afternoon hunt.
I had a hot doe in a creek bed and around me within 10 minutes Andy some small bucks chasing. A little while later I saw a doe trot out of some tall slough grass and behind her antlers above it. .if I saw those it was a shooter. I'd had a day dream of the perfect entrance of a shooter coming in from that direction, up wind and behind a tree so I could draw but given history assumed they'd would come another spot and through a gate.
Not today....the doe came in perfect and a tall 170ish 10 point with brow tines that were at least 10" follows. He goes behind the tree along the creek, up wind, looking at a doe and he stopped at 15 yards broadside with his front leg extended.....suicide. I let an my pink breast cancer G5 fly, he recoils and scampers 50 yards to a cluster of trees Andy begins to circle. I knew he was dead.
I texted my brothers to let them know I'd smoked a good one. 30 minutes later I get down to see if I have heart or lung blood.....and the only thing on the arrow is mud. I missed a complete layup. How it happened I cannot fathom. I'd put a mercy shot on one before that had been hit by a car or something and had a leg falling off....and it went 30 yards.
No idea how I missed the easiest shot I'd ever had at a good buck.
Salt in the wound, I got back in the tree with an hour And a half of light left, and he circled back behind me and stained at me from the same scrub tree I'd see no a monster a week before and couldn't do anything about it.
Stuff like that can make a guy ponder switching to late season muzzy.....
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I’ve lost sleep over a situation very similar to this. It ate at me for a good week and 3 years down the line I still think about it when the season starts up again.