I was on a hunt in Ohio and I was sitting on the leeward side just off the top of a hill and I rattled. It was about 2-3 o’clock in the afternoon and the sun was hitting me just right where you get the urge to nap which is why I rattled. It was PEAK PEAK rut and bucks were running does hard that week. So I knew I had to be ready but damn did that sun feel good.
Anyways a small 8 came working his way towards me with a limp and I had made the decision that I was going to put him out of his misery if I got a clean shot but he hung up and went the opposite way.
Well I zoned out after he walked out and I turned to my left hearing what I thought was a squirrel and here comes the buck of every hunters dreams. Mass, width, old white mature white face and the kicker was he had double drops. He’s coming on hard with his little rut March like he’s got somewhere to be. I hurry to get set and I range the opening he’s walking through and I got 33 yards. I miss twice with my release and finally hook the loop. Draw back settle in and watch in horror as the arrow skips off the top of the bruiser’s back. After it unfolded and I got myself together I ranged the spot again and I shaking so much I must’ve ranged past him. He had been at 26 yards.
I still sit in bed some nights thinking about him.
The outfitter said Nobody ever shot a deer like or even saw one. He said he ran trail cameras and asked the neighbors it was like he was a ghost
And before you ask yes we searched for blood and the deer with just a few hairs and the arrow had nothing on it.
Let my failure be a lesson to us all and spend significant time if you can ranging all the spots from your tree so that you are ready because your ghost buck could show up at any time