I have two. The first was a beautiful 4x4 mulie in Wyoming that I completely missed at 120 yards off a rest after about a one hour stalk. To this day I think about it and it still makes me sick.

The second was this bear broadside at sixty yards, which is literally like missing a barn. We had spotted him through a spotting scope and he was backed into a snow bank sleeping like a baby. We went after him and as we came over a little rise the bear must have winded us and jumped up. I missed completely, and my Russian guide that did not speak one word of english yelled "F*CK" perfectly clearly. "Bear fever" is the only excuse I have. I gathered myself, dropped to a knee and sent one through his pump house. Thank God for second shots!

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Mike

Know fat, know flavor. No fat, no flavor.

I tried going vegan, but then realized it was a big missed steak.