I started hunting when I was 12, but didn't get to the killing until much later on! My first rifle kill wasn't until I was 29 (back in 2008) on a drop camp elk hunt that I had dreamed of all my life. After that hunt, I knew I wouldn't spend a fall not chasing elk.
Fast forward to three years later and it was the first year I really got into the application game. I happened to luck out and draw a OIL elk tag to archery hunt the Valle Vidal in New Mexico. I booked an outfitter for the hunt and fall couldn't get here fast enough. It finally came and the hunt was the most amazing hunt I've ever been on. We were in on multiple bulls over the six days, but it's archery hunting in there's no guarantees. On the last evening of the hunt (after hunting our asses off for those six days), we were chasing bugles on a ridgetop and started working a small herd with a 320 class bull. We couldn't quite close the distance or had obstacles in the way of decent shots.
Finally two cows broke off into a clearing to my left and the bull started chasing them up a ridge. I quickly got in position and ranged him at exactly 60 yards right before my guide stopped him. I got to full draw and settled the 60 yard pin on the perfectly broadside bull. At the end of the day I think I just rushed the shot as it all happened so quick. My arrow hit about a foot right of where I wanted -- a miss would have been preferable to the gut shot that I made. We searched to no avail before a late evening storm forced us down the mountain. That was the first time I ever loosed an arrow at an animal and the result left me contemplating whether I wanted to again.
There's a lot of things I contemplate on that hunt. Given how hard we hunted, for things to come together like that and for me to blow it absolutely kills the competitor in me (I've always liked coming through in the clutch). I do all of my practicing now at 60 yards and beyond to better prepare for a shot like that. Of course the thing that sticks with me the most is the pain I put that animal through. I take some solace in the fact that nothing in nature goes to waste, but you never want to see it end like that. Since then, I've successfully taken two whitetails, a mule deer, and a bear with my bow and haven't missed another shot -- although I'm still scoreless on archery elk! They say if you hunt long enough it's only a matter of time before it happens. That maybe true, but I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure it doesn't.