i'm still sick about it.
hunting on the ground, armed with a 30-30. 3pm, sittin at the base of a pine tree, enjoying the day. i hear a twig snap behind me. i look over my right shoulder and see this huge rack comin toward me, 40 yards. his head down, mozyin along nice and slow. he strolled behind 2 big pines which gave me the chance to swivel around and get set up for the shot. perfectly comfortable, with my elbow propped up on my knee, right in my sweet spot. i **** the hammer on my 30-30 and wait for him to appear. he steps out from behind the trees enough to take a shot. the only thing between him and me was a small sapling about 5 feet tall, no leaves and minimal branches. i put the bead right on his front shoulder and let it fly. well he bolted outta there, back the way he came and disappeared down the side of the ridge. i watched him bound over a stone wall, and i tell ya, this deer was well over 200lbs. he was huge... i went over to where he was... no blood, no hair, no nothin. i couldn't belive it!!

upon further inspection, i see that my shot hit the sapling and apparantly had deflected the bullet just enough to miss him. at that close range, that woulda ripped right through him no problem. i tracked him for about a mile, looking for blood or any sign that he had been hit, but nothing.
i still can't get that out of my head, and it's been keeping me awake at night! and to make things worse, i have to sit here at work! it's absolutely killin me!!! man, that was a bruiser...
this was only the 2nd time i've hunted this area. the first time, last year, i shot a big 8 pointer that dressed out at 185. i think i'll be going back...