Lemme tell ya'...people always talk about how they get the shakes after they shoot at deer. Yeah, shakes my foot. I was worried about my whole body shaking apart, and I didn't even connect.
Guys, I know that I would have been ecstatic had there been a bloodtrail at the end of this story, but I'm not disappointed in the least. I got a perfect shot on a fine animal. An animal that never knew I was there, and a miss that couldn't have been cleaner. Next to fresh tenderloin, what more could I ask for?
Personally, I'd like to think everything happens for a reason. And if this miss makes me more meticulous on the target butts, and reminds me to aim low in the treestand, than I'm all the better off for it.
In the end, all this world has to offer could not remove the smile on my face after the whole ordeal. Perservere out there, my family. For no challenge is too great, and no amount of effort is too small...