Oh those painful misses. I killed my first coues buck last year and what a thrill!! The gray ghost in the back of my truck! This year I was amped. The first few days I saw a spike and lots of does, but I new the bucks were in there. Dad had to get back to work so we drove back to the valley where I grabbed my rig and turned and burned back to my unit. After driving and setting up camp I fell asleep without settin the ol' alarm. Woke up an hour and 1/2 late and scrambled to get whereI needed to be. As I was walkin in to my spot I was still beating myself up for wakin up late. I happened to look up to see a deer staring right at me from 80ish yards. I shouldered my rifle and took a look. When my scope found the deer my heart just about stopped. I didn't even bother judging or counting points, I just saw two dagger like eye guards and junk spread out past his ears. Then It was like I was in a trance. I just lowered my sights to the vitals and pulled the trigger. That monster did a bout face and kicked the after burners on. I Missed the buck but slaughtered the oak tree behind him. Checked for blood and follwed his direction for quite a while and determined I had missed him for sure. I don't think I ever felt that sick, but thats the way it goes. To be honest, I feel priveledged just to have seen such a beast and I guess that's why I hunt and will continue to hunt. I consider that buck my White Whale.
White Whale if you're reading this, get your estate in order......I just got a new bow!!!!