Another epic miss...or something like it........was hunting out of my stand over looking a 1/4 mile section, no big trees just brush and little thickets of saplings. Well I see some movement and draw a bead on it through my scope. A beautiful 8 point comes trotting out and starts heading my way. I could feel myself smile from ear to ear. "He's mine, " I think. Well he gets up about 60 yards starts looking my way, figuring there is something there i guess and broadsides me. Could this get any better? Well i put the cross hairs on him and ease the trigger back..."click." Nothing. Misfire. I worked the bolt like a mad man. Well i guess he saw my frantic attempts up in the tree and took off behind some black berry thickets, never to be seen again. I stayed in that tree till dark and never saw a thing the rest of the day.