Thread: hunting incompetence

I have a few.

After fallow one morning in England and set up on extendable shooting sticks up looking down a ride in a close wood when a spiker popped out 10m in front of me. I took a quick aim and squeezed off the shot just as one leg of the sticks collapsed. I missed by a mile and we both stood there stunned for ten seconds before he ran off. My old Labrador Sam looked at me with a “WTF” look on his face.

Another time I shot at a roe buck from 60m or so and Sam the Labrador lunged forward at the shot just about pulling me off my feet by his lead. He broke the shooting sticks and I missed again.

Others that spring to mind are driving for an hour only to realise I had left my bolt at home, and arriving at my hunting ground in winter and realising my gum boots were at home. I stalked around in the mud in my shoes for hours, but did shoot a nice fallow buck. My hunting mate David forgot his gum boots that day too. What a crack team of deer managers.