Almost had it moment that still bugs you

Stonecold

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I had a massive buck at 40 yards, perfect shot and my gun jammed. I still think about it three years later. What's your hunting story where everything was perfect except one thing went wrong?
 
Hunting mule deer near price Utah. Only saw one buck (A large one) and it was at 500 yards. The guide had seen me take several wild hogs and deer @ 400+. I passed to let a nimrod take the shot. He missed by a mile!

Not me but a Utah elk hunt and it happened to two buddies. I had taken a 6x7 bull the day before and was lazing in camp. Heard the story when they got back. Seems they were on a stand and one of my buddies was bugling. Another friend was piddling around and had removed the striker from a Browning Safari in 375 H &H. All of a sudden, a bull answered from 50 yards behind them. Jack peeked over his shoulder and there was a 5x5, a cow and a yearling. Jorge was frantically trying to re-assemble his bolt! The bull bugled & Jack bugled back! The bull walked off. Jack bugled and it returned! Finally, the bull got bored and wandered off!!! They came back into camp all dusty and Jack had tear streaks down his cheeks from laughing! I was more knowledgeable on firearms, so they asked me to look at it: I screwed the striker in as far as it would go, used my belt buckle to pull it back a little further and got the extra 1 1/2 to 2 turns needed.
 
I saw a bull walk into an opening I had already ranged. When I got ready to shoot, I had to wipe my scope since it was foggy, and he was gone!
 
Huge royal crown bull here in Washington that I archery hunted for 4 seasons I had his, and the lead cow's tendencies patterned to a T. Started out at 2 am, and biked and hiked to get in and set up on the only clear spot in the Mountain Alder that they lived in. My son had to work, so I had my Dad in there with me, about 100yds back up on top of a bluff to call, and it was working perfectly. He came into range, but never in the open, and then he and the herd left and went back down into and across a canyon like they had many, many times before, and it was over for the day. I still spent an hour there to make sure they weren't coming back, and I could still see him and his herd across the canyon. I backed out, while Dad was still calling. He couldn't see them, and our radio schedule wasn't for another 45 minutes. He called right on schedule and was whispering, "do you have a shot?" I "no I'm back out where we split up". Silence for a long 5 seconds or so, and then a whole bunch of bad language. Bull had come back and was exactly where he needed to be for a top pin broadside shot. He'd never done that before, and never did it again, and to my knowledge, didn't make it through that winter. Was the last time Dad was able to hike that far. He'll never let me forget it, as if I could.
 
Hunting mule deer near price Utah. Only saw one buck (A large one) and it was at 500 yards. The guide had seen me take several wild hogs and deer @ 400+. I passed to let a nimrod take the shot. He missed by a mile!

Not me but a Utah elk hunt and it happened to two buddies. I had taken a 6x7 bull the day before and was lazing in camp. Heard the story when they got back. Seems they were on a stand and one of my buddies was bugling. Another friend was piddling around and had removed the striker from a Browning Safari in 375 H &H. All of a sudden, a bull answered from 50 yards behind them. Jack peeked over his shoulder and there was a 5x5, a cow and a yearling. Jorge was frantically trying to re-assemble his bolt! The bull bugled & Jack bugled back! The bull walked off. Jack bugled and it returned! Finally, the bull got bored and wandered off!!! They came back into camp all dusty and Jack had tear streaks down his cheeks from laughing! I was more knowledgeable on firearms, so they asked me to look at it: I screwed the striker in as far as it would go, used my belt buckle to pull it back a little further and got the extra 1 1/2 to 2 turns needed.
I forgot to add that, two nights before opening day, a couple of male moose (a couple of yearlings) had decided to "re-arrange" camp and torn down all the tents. We were still setting things back up! The next year, a porcupine got into the tent and ate the leather handle of my Randall knife and I had a feud going with some deer mice who moved into the tent!
 
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