BIGGEST FAUX PAU On opening day

[flinthead]

Yeppers, I climbed into a ladder stand one very cool winter morning and prepared to snipe a certain nice wide 10 that was constantly on camera right at daybreak.
I settled into the seat IN THE DARK and prepared the mighty Excalibur to do its job. Being exceptionally quiet and stealthy, I might add!!

I loaded the bow, got my binos at the ready, no need for a rangefinder, for I had hunted this stand many times in the past.
As the morning sky began to brighten, I slowly picked up the binos and began to scan the woods. After several moments of scanning, I lowered the binos. As I laid them on the seat beside me, I glanced at the arrow nestled in the Micro 355. I was in shock!!

I had loaded the bow with a field point. I grabbed the quiver from my backpack, only to discover I had grabbed the WRONG quiver when packing my bag for the upcoming event.
It contained NOTHING but practice heads!!
The closest broadhead was 5 miles away.

Just as I sat there cussing my stupidity, the 10 strolled out at about 20 yards. I watched him mill around the mineral site for what seemed like an eternity, and then wander off back into the woods.

Needless to say, I eased my downtrodden self down out of the stand and skulked homeward.
Something about the "best laid plans of mice and men sometimes go awry".

And NO, I didn't get another shot at him... As far as I know, he died of old age.

Dang brother… that hurt me just reading it!

[AJ01]

Yeppers, I climbed into a ladder stand one very cool winter morning and prepared to snipe a certain nice wide 10 that was constantly on camera right at daybreak.
I settled into the seat IN THE DARK and prepared the mighty Excalibur to do its job. Being exceptionally quiet and stealthy, I might add!!

I loaded the bow, got my binos at the ready, no need for a rangefinder, for I had hunted this stand many times in the past.
As the morning sky began to brighten, I slowly picked up the binos and began to scan the woods. After several moments of scanning, I lowered the binos. As I laid them on the seat beside me, I glanced at the arrow nestled in the Micro 355. I was in shock!!

I had loaded the bow with a field point. I grabbed the quiver from my backpack, only to discover I had grabbed the WRONG quiver when packing my bag for the upcoming event.
It contained NOTHING but practice heads!!
The closest broadhead was 5 miles away.

Just as I sat there cussing my stupidity, the 10 strolled out at about 20 yards. I watched him mill around the mineral site for what seemed like an eternity, and then wander off back into the woods.

Needless to say, I eased my downtrodden self down out of the stand and skulked homeward.
Something about the "best laid plans of mice and men sometimes go awry".

And NO, I didn't get another shot at him... As far as I know, he died of old age.

Dang brother… that hurt me just reading it!

As they say where I come from " it happens"!!
Needless to say, I still haven't gotten over it, but the psychologist says we are making progress"!!!