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Dumb things done while hunting, that you knew better, and it cost you.

larry ipock

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Thanksgiving Day 1995. Slip hunting with a .243 watching a creek bottom below me. Suddenly, I see a nice buck slowly walking along the creek bank. He stops, bout 60 yards out. Broadside, clear shot, right? No, being cocky as I was back then, I decided I could get closer. Wind was in my favor, closed the distance to 40, and was preparing to take the shot, when PHsssst!, doe just to my left. I look back to the buck, he is trotting back up the creek with no chance for a shot. I was watching him while he was watching the doe and she watched me the whole time I slipped to close the distance. Anyone ever make a dumb move like this when you knew better?
 
last year I was in a ground blind and had nice wide 6 come out. he was about 40 yards I got my crossbow out and my red dot scope Died.... Needles to say the biggest buck I have killed in my life was a 4 point I was pretty ticked at myself haha. 🤣
 
I could write a book. Let me take that back. A set of encyclopedias. Every time I think the book is complete, I have to add an addendum. I think the whitetail world must laugh at us sometimes. I picture them laughing around a scrape, saying you remember ole Fred. Member that time? The other bucks start laughing before he can finish.
 
When I was a kid, maybe 7, I was hunting with my uncle and we hadn't seen a deer all season until an 11 point walked within 20 yards of our blind. My uncle and I were facing opposite windows of the blind and the buck walked up on my side. I told my uncle and he tried to hand me his rifle, but I was terrified of the recoil on that gun and told him to shoot it, as soon as he tried to turn around the buck bolted. I still havent lived that one down almost 20 years later.
 
Two mistakes I can think of, one was when I forgot to turn my scope down after I zeroed the rifle, a small "doe" popped her head out from behind a bush, thinking she was larger I aimed where her shoulder would be when she continued on, squeezed the trigger just as the spots appeared, tried pulling the shot but alas too slow. Turned out to be around 40ish pounds, but very tender. Not very long after (next season maybe), another doe was walking a rut, again aimed where the shoulder would be when she stepped out, and again seen the spots too late, though this one I had to wait until I walked up to it. Now I wait until I have full body in view before I take a shot, though on occasion the nubs still get me, but no spots.
 
I cannot begin to think of the number of mistakes I have made. Some funny, some just stupid.

One of the most heartbraking, I was at LBL, area 13, first gun hunt. Walked til a couple of hours after daylight first morning. Could not find any sign and did not see any other hunters. Finally just found a pretty spot and climbed a tree. Wasn't there long when I heard deer coming. A huge buck chasing a doe. A for sure 150 class or better 10 ptr. They were to my right and behind me. I had to hang my right leg over the seat and turn almost directly behind the tree. They were maybe 80 yards and just standing there. About the time I get settled to shoot the doe takes off and runs to a spot just in front of me still on right side. I had a shooting stick and had it wedged into stand somehow so I picked it up, turned put shooting stick back on stand (so I thought) and got set up to shoot again. Still about 80 yards, maybe closer. As I start to squeeze, the stick falls out from under my gun, not sure if it was on my boot or stand and my finger squeezes the trigger. The buck trots up the hill, I hit him, but it looked like just a graze, but he stops about 20 yards in front of me, it was the gun hunt. I had my muzzleloader, the buck started walking and got out of sight before I could reload, I think about that often.

In La Vergne, saw a buck on land across the road from one spot we hunted, a giant. Both sides of the road were owned by same landowner, except, where the buck was, there was a ridge going away from the road. The right side had been sold, I could still hunt the left side, but since the people who built a house on the side that was sold, did not allow any hunting and it would cause issues, I had told the landowner unless I saw really large buck, I would not hunt that side of the road and I would let him know if I did. This was a really large buck. I called the landowner's phone, knocked on his door, all his windows. Never could get an answer. I decided to try to ease the side of the ridge I had permission to hunt, to see if the doe would get chased to where I could get a shot at the buck. Spent a couple hours easing around, nothing, I had hunted before "work" that morning and finally decided to go to work. There was a block of woods on the side of the ridge where the land had been sold and you could see the house with leaves off the trees through the block of woods, 250 to 300 yards. It was all downhill to an open area behind the house. I was walking to my truck to go to work and just on the side of the hill that had been sold, a doe came running up, looked at me and took off. The buck, he was huge and would have scored well, came running and stopped and looked at me, maybe 30 yards. I had a completely safe shot, I could see the house well to the right of the deer through the block of woods. The buck may or may not have been on the property I had permission to hunt, real close to property line. I couldn't shoot him, I aimed at the buck and yelled "bang" he took off. I finally found the landowner the next day. The couple that had bought the land and built a gigantic house on it, were getting divorced and hadn't been living there for a couple of months. Til the landowner died, he told me I should have killed that buck. As far as I know that was the only time that buck was seen.
 
When I was a kid, maybe 7, I was hunting with my uncle and we hadn't seen a deer all season until an 11 point walked within 20 yards of our blind. My uncle and I were facing opposite windows of the blind and the buck walked up on my side. I told my uncle and he tried to hand me his rifle, but I was terrified of the recoil on that gun and told him to shoot it, as soon as he tried to turn around the buck bolted. I still havent lived that one down almost 20 years later.
Nothing wrong with that , my dad called up numerous turkeys when i was young and kept tellin me to shoot, get ready , shoot . But i was shaking too bad to even grasp the thought of doin anything but sitting still for him to kill it . Thats how great hunters are made!
 
I had been hunting a ridge with a lot of buck sign for a couple weekends. I was in my stand one very cold morning when I heard a deer coming up the ridge in the frozen leaves. I looked and it was a very nice buck and he was going to come right past my stand. I got my rifle ready and when he got to the opening about 30 yards from me I stop him, got the cross hair lined up, pulled the trigger and snap. I had forgot to load my rifle. When I went for a shell on my stock he saw me and bolted. I kicked myself for a while over that one.
 
Muzzleloader hunt in my early to mid 20's. It was my great grandparents farm and we parked at my great uncles house. I had a Knight T5 Woodsman and it used #11 percussion caps. After cleaning and prior to loading I would pop a cap in case any oil was left in there. My cousin said he had never done that and no sense in making noise by their house so I loaded it up. Sitting on the ground I have a buck walking toward me. He's quartering to me at maybe 40 yards and has no idea I'm there. He turns and when he does I squeeze the trigger and get nothing but "pop". Could've choked my cousin out as I watched that buck get out of dodge. After we're both back at the truck I tell him what happened so he points his to the ground and squeezes the trigger. Yep KABOOM! Never did that again.
 
Lever actions are my first love in rifles, even though I use bolts from time to time. Back around 2000, I happened to be carrying one on a hunt, when I stopped on the dike above one of the ponds on our property. Below it is an overlooked tangle of brush and oak trees, and I suspected any wise old buck would migrate to this spot later in season and watch as myself and hunting buddies routinely marched in oblivion toward our stand sites.

Almost on cue, a great buck erupted from cover no more than a few steps away and stopped to look back from around forty yards away. I was shocked that an obviously mature buck would make such a mistake, and I planned to capitalize on it. The crosshairs settled off of his hip as he quartered hard away from me, looking over his shoulder.

The loud and very audible "CLICK" of the hammer striking home signaled to the buck that he'd gotten a free pass and he left like a fart in a tornado.

This was a new big bore lever action equipped with the goofy, redundant, lawyer proof, extraneous, and abomination of a hammer-block safety, and I'd forgotten to take it off as I raised the rifle. For years I'd used older models without them, and it was second nature to just thumb the hammer and tend to business.

I watched him rocket out of there, a buck that to this day is the biggest seen on our farm, and almost impossible to come by there from a genetic standpoint.

Yeah, I'm an idiot.
 
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