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The One That Got Away

Discussion in 'Hunting' started by wgp, Jan 4, 2015.

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  1. wgp

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    Deer season is winding down for this year. I have shot my share of nice bucks over the years, but every year I find myself thinking about a whitetail buck I did not get in the mid-80s. I was invited to a seldom-hunted farm, and early in the day I spotted a breathtaking buck at about 150 yards. I got into shooting position, got the buck in the scope, but hesitated a moment thinking he'd turn a bit more broadside to me. Instead, he spooked and was gone, just like that. I never saw him again. He was only 8 points but had the greatest mass of any deer I had ever seen or have ever seen since. I remember the place, what I was wearing, what I was shooting (a Ruger Ultralight .257 Roberts, which I still have), and boy do I remember that deer.

    I suspect many of you out there have a similar story about the one that got away?
     
  2. retrieverman

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    My "one that got away" was last year, but I remedied the situation this year.:cool:
     
  3. witchhunter

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    Long story short, I missed a huge buck on my first muzzleloader hunt in northern Elko county, Nevada back in 1977. I still remember everything about him. I walked out on a rimrock late in the day, he looked like a bull elk laying there. I was shaken, bad! I couldn't line up the sights and I couldn't hold still on him. It was so bad, I swung on him like he was moving and jerked the trigger when the sights went by. When I shot, 7 bucks jumped up and ran off. The smallest one was close to 30", he was 40". I have hunted that area several times since then, killed some nice bucks, never even seen anything like that one.
     
  4. Davek1977

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    I've been lucky....I've managed to harvest some really nice deer over the years. That said, there are a handful of bucks in the last 25 years that left their impression on me. When you end up hunting the same deer, year after year, it becomes almost an obsession. You see the deer in your dreams......you see him in every shadow, in every flicker of movement. Evey rustle is him sneaking by.....every glint is sun shining on his antler. You can't close your eyes without seeing him, or reliving the last encounter you had with him. Other deer come and go, maybe distracting you for a few minutes, an hour, a day....but then, "HE" creeps back into your mind, haunting every shadow, almost mocking you. Sometimes, I swear I hear laughter in the desolate brush....yeah, you could say I'm familiar with what you speak of....
     
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  5. hq

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    A couple of years ago, in a driven hunt, shooters were placed at the edge of a field 150 yards apart. Towards the end of the drive, I spotted a very nice 14-pointer across the field, running directly towards me. I waited for it to get close enough and at 80 yards or so I raised my rifle. The deer spotted me and turned broadside, still at full speed. I followed it with the scope, wasted the crucial couple of seconds thinking about how much I should lead it and when I was about to take the shot, it had slowed down to jump over a ditch and my friend was directly behind it.

    It vanished into the woods. I could've taken the shot, even if it wasn't a perfect one, because it had literally nowhere to go - 4 other shooters lined up on either side and a dozen armed drivers less than half a mile behind it. It would have gone down but I somehow didn't want to be the one to wound it first and I was the only one who had a good opportunity for the first shot.
     
  6. buck460XVR

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    Yep....I've got several of those "one that got away"s, in both bow and gun hunts. Also a coupla big Muskies, pike or bass that broke the line or got off before they were brought into the boat. Kinda what makes us go back, ain't it?
     
  7. Davek1977

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    It sure is.....still remember the heartbreak of seeing a football shaped smallmouth throw the hook at the shoreline....landed several since, but remember that one every bit as much as any I've actually caught....Fishing the Missouri river here in SD, I occasionally hook into fish that basically laugh at my medium weight spinning gear...stripping reels, maiing the drag sing like no tomorrow....wondering whats on the other end as you watch every last bit of line leave your reel? Priceless.....
     
  8. 41 Mag

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    The two that haunt me,

    First one I was in high school and had taken one of the fellas in my metal shop class up to our farm to do some fishing and squirrel hunting. It was late season and everyone had for the most part gotten their deer and were done. In most cases dreary days we could skirt the lake and pick up a limit of squirrels pretty easily, but this morning was different for some reason. We slipped around the lake like I usually did this time of year and saw nothing. So I went to my back up plan which was an old plywood box stand that had been out in the back woods for years. Again a solid place to pick up a limit as you could usually get inside, and use a couple of quarters one cupped in one hand the the edge of the other dragging across the ridges would get them perking up and looking around. Similar ot a bark.

    So we got inside the stand and I let my friend sit in the chair to do the honors. It took about 3 minutes of clacking those quarters before we heard leaves rustling. He said "thats amazing", of course I thought he was talking about how I had gotten the squirrels up and going again, WRONG...His face went blank, then faded to pale, as he attempted to point out the window I was sitting by. Now he was toting a 22 rifle that was chambered in 22 short and you had to pull the shells out with a pocket knife. Me I was packing the "big" gun in a Mossberg bolt action .410 loaded with #6 shot. Well I eased up and peeked out the window at what he was blankly staring at, and OH MY GOD what a buck. He was a solid typical 10 with about a 18-20" spread and tines up around 10-12 inches long. He was the biggest I had ever seen at the time and still probably one of the best ones I have ever seen on that property, and he was standing broadside looking right at us at about 30 steps. We sat as still as we could and were as quiet as we could be and he eased on off into the woods. As soon as he was out of sight up the hill, we eased the door open and literally ran back to the house to get a REAL rifle. I hunted that area the rest of that season and the next and never saw him again.

    The other one I was at my friend property and had been sitting my bow stand. The river was up and we figured they would be running along the edges of the high water moving between bedding areas and food sources. My stand was perfect to intercept them. The afternoon started off nice with a decent breeze right in my face but it quickly dies about an hour after I got settled in. Then the vampire bats came a calling. These are some of the biggest mosquitoes I have ever been around. They can actually be felt when they land on your ball cap, and can bite through several layers of clothes. They drink Deet instead of coffee every morning as well. I had two thermocells going, one on each side of my seat and was being eaten alive.

    After about an hour of this I had all I could stand and was not in anyway being still having to keep those hypodermic F-16's off my back and neck. So I decided to call it and eased down. I gathered up everything and then I heard a low grunt. I knew it was a good buck by the tone being so low so I eased up to the edge of the wood line and got a better look. The one I was hearing was a typical 9 that my friend had hit solid on the shoulder two years before with an arrow. It penetrated about 2" and he broke it off on the first tree he went by on his way out of there. This was a sure nuff hoss of a deer, and would easily push the 160 class with his heavy tines and beams. Well as I watched him, I see another 8 point, young, and full of vim and vigor attempting to steal this ol boys thunder. So the ears go back, the hair stands up, and things get crazy for about 5 minutes in this pasture in front of me. Everything is happening out 150-200yds in the wide open middle of this pasture, as this big ol moose of a buck proceeds to take the young testy one to school. So after the clash of the one titan into the young testosterone filled 8, the 8 heads to the woods on the far side of the pasture. I see a chance while big boy is worked up and hit my grunt. He started my way, then he must have heard the other one grunt as well and didn't like that one bit as he turned away from me and headed straight for him again. About this time another one walks up out of the creek bed from behind the 8 and at first I thought it was deformed. I mean I have never before seen anything like it or since.

    This buck had two, for lack of a better tern, post sticking up out of his head which looked like antelope horns. The difference was these were about 2-3" or so in diameter and came up close to 24" and instead of any branches or a main beam it was simply solid mass sticking up and covered with stickers about 1/2" to an inch in length from top to bottom, in every direction, like a Saguaro Cactus. I about fell apart. I have NEVER been shaken up as bad as I was on that one deer. THere wa sno way to get around to him and no way to get across the 150yds of flat pasture in order to even attempt pulling my bow back much less actually complete a shot. After seeing him and hunting for him for over two seasons I at least DID see one of his offspring, but he was typical framed 6 point and the crapper of the deal was he wasn't wide enough to be legal, even though he was also close to 2' tall.
     
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