I’m not an expert deer hunter. I’ve never claimed to be. Sure, I’ve been fortunate to take some nice deer throughout the years. But a fair number of big bucks have escaped due to my blunders, too. I can’t lie. My nerves have gotten the best of me on more than one occasion. And some bucks have slipped away unharmed due to factors out of my control, too.
Some of the most memorable days in the field were days I didn’t come home with deer. In fact, a good many of them were days I might have brought home a deer but didn’t due to a mistake or factor I couldn't help. After all, they do say you never forget the ones that get away. Here are seven of those moments of bucks I couldn’t kill and why I fell short.