Your most haunting or embarrassing missed shots.

[88man]

I forget my failures

 

[beginner]

Missed a forked horn at 5 yards away. I didn't know they could jump a string that fast. Dropped to it's belly and then shot up and away.

 

[2peterhunter]

I have two from this year.

First was September in Montana I had an awesome bull at 62 yards. In my excitement I did not compensate for my arrow arch and it struck a branch dead center about halfway to the bull.

The second I had a large droptine buck please see the attached picture that I had 4 different encounters with one miss. In the rain at 52 yards he either ducked my arrow or I shot just a bit high. I will forever remember my arrow just an inch over his back.

 

[2peterhunter]

The buck that was shot during rifle season.

The bull that I missed.

 

[Tufrthnails]

Missed my largest still to date Florida Buck with my muzzeloader at 11 yards. No excuses! I was cranked up to 11! Followed it up an hour later with a raccoon kill at 116 yards. (F&G was trying to control the raccoons so if you killed a raccoon you could get a ride back to camp in the meat truck.)

 

[Farmingdale's Finest]

I have three deer that haunt me. One was a miss , one I didn’t get a shot at and one was stolen!

The miss was a monster 10 point main frame with a 10” drop on its right main beam. I had my 9 year old in a stand next to mine. I heard a deer coming from accross the street into our patch of woods. I told him not to move. I turn to see the deer only 15 yards away behind a bush. Just as it clears the bush my son leans around the tree and the deer sees him and whirls away. I grunt with my mouth and it stops broadside at 20 yards. I shoot and it looks like a great shot until I see the arrow just stop and fall to the ground. There was a vine a couple feet closer to me than the deer it hit it and stopped cold. The deer I didn’t get a shot at was with my son on the ground overlooking a swamp creek crossing. We were in an opening in thick cover overlooking a big oak flat. I have no idea how the deer got so close without me seeing it but I didn’t see it until it was twenty yards away and slightly quartering towards me. Normally I would have taken this shot but my son was with me and he was only about 6. I decide it wait a couple of steps where it will be perfectly broadside. The next thing I know I hear my son start to giggle. The deer heard it and whirled away. It was the biggest bodied deer I have ever seen with about 140” 8 point frame. Finally I shot the largest deer of my life about 150” 10 point again with my son in the tree with me. He was 9. It was a quartering to shot and I rushed it and got minimal penetration. We tracked it about 50 yards and had poor blood so I called a friend and we met the next morning before light. We tracked it about 300 yards across a field and at the hedgerow on the other side we found an ungodly amount of blood. It looked like the arrow got caught and opened up the chest in a big way. We come out the other side of the hedgerow onto the next door neighbors lawn and find a bed with a huge pool of blood about 5 yards from the driveway and 20 yards from a highway. There was a drag mark with blood indicating some one stole my deer. There was a common theme with these hunts. I hunted these spots due to having my son with me and had to accommodate his needs as a small kid and wouldn’t have been there those days or those particular stands if I was alone. In all of those deer he also alerted the deer to our presence. So he’s both my lucky charm and my black cloud! Lol


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[Johnny_Outdoors]

Was about an hour in on some state land in iowa for shotgun opener and all started well, thought I was away from anything that would get pushed. 9 am 5 shots ring off like 30 yards from me and thought I was gonna die. Look up and a booner was coming through woods. Pulled up and missed at like 50 yards, it all happened so fast I didnt have time to get ready or think about it. No hit. Packed my shit up and got out of there for fear of dying.