I went out tonight after not having much time to hunt this season and thought I'd do some ground poundin'. Well, as I aproached an opening in a field I stopped to glass and spotted a doe. There was nothing between she and I except 80 yards of two foot tall grass, so on the belly we go. I crawled across the field in the direction of the doe racing against daylight. Finally at my destination I raised to my knees to situate for a shot and noticed that she was walking right towards me, I didn't think this could get any better. I sat and waited for her to clear some brush so I could shoot but what came out the other side wasn't her. It was a very nice P&Y 8 point! he was walking right past me, upwind with a slight quarter away, no clue I even existed. I estimated the shot to be in the neighborhood of 23 yards, a comfortable shot. I raised my bow, drew the string to my cheek, and sent the arrow on it's way, right past his antlers!
I can remember at the "moment of truth" thinking "I finally done it". Then I began to come apart all in that half second while releasing my arrow.
Guess that's why it's called hunin' and not killin'. Anyone else had these type of bonehead moments at the "moment of truth"?