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Run down on this afternoon's hunting! I went to my honey hole and there were already two deer there at 3 PM when I got there! I snuck within a couple hundred yards of the deer, scoped them several times and determined that they were both does and that they could be left alone! I have a doe permit but it is opening day! So, I sit there for the rest of the afternoon and I start thinking that deer should be coming out around 5! I look at my watch and it says 5:05 and I look across the field and there is a deer! I scope it- another doe! Look! Another behind that one! Crap, doe, too! Wait- there is a third one! You guessed it, doe, too! They are 180-200 yards away and feeding across the field. I scope them in every possible position I can think to contort my body into! Kneeling, sitting, prone, one hand on my pee-pee! LOL- just kidding about the pee-pee- I did that long before the deer came out! LOL! So, the deer act like there is another deer behind them! I wait and keep looking expecting a 400 pound monstah to come walking about behind the three does! No dice! The deer are almost across the field- as a matter of fact, the first deer is starting into the woods! I think- no, actually I say to myself. "Rick, if you want to shoot a fucking deer tonight, now is the time!" I answer myself, "OK." Then I proceed to lay down on the ground with my gun resting comfortably on a log with an absolutely perfect shot lined up! I pretend to shoot the last doe like four times and then I click off the safety! Get everything like I want it and squeeze the trigger! I know this deer is mine and when the gun hammers against my shoulder, I notice the deer had taken a step and I shot directly behind the deer! SHIT! I smack my forehead with my open hand and say, "Jeese, Rick- nice shot! You missed the deer by three feet!" So, aforementioned deer run into the woods, I feel like an absolute IDIOT and still have to walk over and check for hair and blood just incase a fourth deer came out of nowhere and I hit that one! No dice! The good news is my Dad did shoot one and he hates deer meat so guess who gets all that? LOL! Well, off to eat myself back to 200 pounds and sulk! Night!