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<blockquote data-quote="RidgeHunter" data-source="post: 1247156" data-attributes="member: 4319"><p>Last day of muzzleloader season, 2007.</p><p></p><p>Beuatiful day, though a little warm. I'm sitting on my favorite ridge top and have not seen any activity. 9:15 a.m., I'm in that state of half-consciousness I'm often in in the deer stand after a couple hours of silence when I'm jolted back to reality by what I can only imagine to be a herd of wildebeests running through the dry oak leaves down the ridge.</p><p></p><p>70 yards out I see a doe trot by. Antlers low to the ground behind her, close behind her. Big antlers, really big. Multiple tines, long G2's. They are moving fast, and I need to stand to get a better view. No way to shoot supported. </p><p></p><p>I stand up, level my muzzleloader in an opening through the trees. When he is almost to it, I almost scream "MEHHHH!!" to stop him. It works, he stops, doe keeps going. She is not interested in my screaming. He is standing there looking at me, vitals dead center in the lane when my open sighted muzzleloader goes off. Good, the suprise of the gun going off usually means I'm not going to screw it up. Perfect, this is too good.</p><p></p><p>I lose him in the smoke. I know I have the sumbitch down, I've made much harder shots no problem. Smoke clears, guess who is STANDING THERE LOOKING AT ME!!! Mr Bucky. He is looking for his doe, he could give a damn I just shot at him. I'm shaking like dog by this point, and it's all I can do to get that speedloader and load the gun. I probably lost 20 grains of powder from shaking. The whole time he is standing there looking around, even while I'm banging the aluminum ramrod around like a mad man, making all kinds of noise. Somewhere between putting the ramrod back in the stock and trying to cap it, I glance up to see him walking out of my life forever.</p><p></p><p>I shook like they just pulled me from a frozen lake. I couldn't even eat back at camp. Son.of. a.gun.</p><p></p><p>That's my epic miss.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="RidgeHunter, post: 1247156, member: 4319"] Last day of muzzleloader season, 2007. Beuatiful day, though a little warm. I'm sitting on my favorite ridge top and have not seen any activity. 9:15 a.m., I'm in that state of half-consciousness I'm often in in the deer stand after a couple hours of silence when I'm jolted back to reality by what I can only imagine to be a herd of wildebeests running through the dry oak leaves down the ridge. 70 yards out I see a doe trot by. Antlers low to the ground behind her, close behind her. Big antlers, really big. Multiple tines, long G2's. They are moving fast, and I need to stand to get a better view. No way to shoot supported. I stand up, level my muzzleloader in an opening through the trees. When he is almost to it, I almost scream "MEHHHH!!" to stop him. It works, he stops, doe keeps going. She is not interested in my screaming. He is standing there looking at me, vitals dead center in the lane when my open sighted muzzleloader goes off. Good, the suprise of the gun going off usually means I'm not going to screw it up. Perfect, this is too good. I lose him in the smoke. I know I have the sumbitch down, I've made much harder shots no problem. Smoke clears, guess who is STANDING THERE LOOKING AT ME!!! Mr Bucky. He is looking for his doe, he could give a damn I just shot at him. I'm shaking like dog by this point, and it's all I can do to get that speedloader and load the gun. I probably lost 20 grains of powder from shaking. The whole time he is standing there looking around, even while I'm banging the aluminum ramrod around like a mad man, making all kinds of noise. Somewhere between putting the ramrod back in the stock and trying to cap it, I glance up to see him walking out of my life forever. I shook like they just pulled me from a frozen lake. I couldn't even eat back at camp. Son.of. a.gun. That's my epic miss. [/QUOTE]
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