I remember one day, a very long time ago, I watched the most perfect 8 pointer, for a solid hour, wonder around through an open area feeding, about 30 to 40 yds from me. I was on the ground still hunting when I noticed him. The first thing I seen was a flickering tail, then the head popped up and I could'nt take my eyes of those big ole horns he was sport'n. I surely thought after watching him all of this time, he would hear my heart POUNDING and my legs wobbling. As I said, I could not take my eyes off of those big ole horns. once he srtolled into range I loose an arrow at him. All I heard was the rattle, of the arrow finding it's way, through those "big ole horns he was sport'n".
Don't laugh, that did not blow my chances with this deer ! What blowed my chances, is when I started laughing at myself. First is was a little chuckle, you know, inside, then a full blown out loud laugh, I thought, what an idiot !
I had watched them horns so long, I was fixed on them when I drew down on him.
What is even funnier, this has happened morre then once.
I know try, to not pay a whole lot of attention, to them "big ole horns there sport'n"!
I like the taste of deer meat too much, to worry about big ole racks. I just look for brown and make sure there are no spots, on the other end of the body !
I get the same nervous feeling each and every time I see a deer I'm about to shoot at. I haven't shot a lot of them, but I have a whole lot of fun just the same.
Jerald