[fabsroman]

Stuff happens. Several years ago I shot at a buck that was standing [broadside] behind a tree [with only his front half showing from behind it]. The day before I had sighted in my slug gun and everything was fine. I ended up wounding the buck and couldn't find him that day. It made me sick. I could not believe I had missed, so I sighted my gun in again the next morning. It was shooting 2 feet low which astounded me. After I finished sighting it in, I went back to look for the buck and I found him still alive hobbling around. I killed him with a single shot. When I was able to look him over, I found that the shot from the day before broke both of his ankles right at the bottom of his legs. It made me sick. The only thing I could think of was that somebody got pissed at me the day before I saw him because I had killed 8 does that morning. While I was dressing them and pulling them out of the field, I left my gun at the farm house and can only assume that somebody cranked down the elevation on me. Otherwise, I have no explanation for how my gun was shooting that low.

Sometimes, buck fever causes us to make bad decisions. Sometimes, things just don't go right even when you wait for that perfect broadside shot or the birds to come into the decoys with their legs down and backflapping.