Thread: hunting incompetence

My problem is deciding which hunting disaster to talk about. The one still doing the rounds in the family is the wallow story. I was hunting the ridge above Bealey Spur up towards Jordan saddle (by myself). Got close to turn back time and saw a hind beside a wallow about 500m downhill. Went home and told the father in law and we both came back a week or so later. Was surprised and elated to find the hind in the same spot. FIL was having trouble spotting the hind so I loudly acknowledged his eyes were failing with age. Understandable and I was really very gracious about it. We decided to get closer by sliding downhill to lose some height. About halfway down on the face opposite us my FIL spots 2 chamois (neither of us having shot one before). I insisted we let them quietly pass as we were after venison. Got a bit closer and the hind that had been patiently stationary with just some head movement had transformed into a shrub beside a small wallow...the wallow was mortally shot by me in my self-loathing. My FIL enjoyed the following hours by telling me what an idiot I was...and still does to this day, 20 years later.