I can't be the only one that has botched a shot at a trophy animal. Am I?
Hardly. Our usual way of mule deer hunting here is to move to a “likely” spot where we can see a ways (like a saddle), then sit and glass. When I’m hiking from one spot to another, I don’t carry a round in the chamber.
Of course you have probably already guessed how that worked out for me once. I was hiking between saddles when a real nice mule deer buck crossed the bare ridge 50 or 60 yards in front of me. He was just walking, and I even had time to drop down prone and rest my rifle on a convenient rock. I pushed my Ruger Model 77’s (30-06) thumb safety off and squeezed the trigger hoping to put a 165gr BTSP in the buck’s ribs.
At the “click,” the buck spun his head and looked right at me as I was trying to chamber a round. I didn’t have time - two jumps and the buck was bounding down the side of the mountain through the brush.
A while back, I wrote about another botched up shot here on THR. My wife and I were sitting in a clearing of sorts, and watching the other side of the canyon when we heard the unmistakable sound of a mule deer trying to sneak through the brush about 30 yards below us. First I saw his huge, 6X7 rack. Then his whole head and part of his neck came into view. I put my 30-06’s crosshairs right behind his ear, pushed the safety off, and squeezed the trigger. BOOM!!! A quaking aspen no bigger around than my thumb, and 3 or 4 feet in front of my rifle’s muzzle, tipped over - as my wife’s 243 barked beside me.
My wife’s 243 bullet went right behind that buck’s ear, and he went down kicking. He was the biggest deer anyone in my family has ever killed. I’d killed a little quaking aspen. My wife called me “Quakey Shooter” for a
long time after that.