Don't even want to talk about it!

Yeah, I get a little excited some times, but usually I'm able to control it pretty well - EXCEPT LAST YEAR WITH "GRANNY NANNY".

Our club harvest rules are that you can shoot two does and up to three bucks. No bucks under five points and only onefive or sixpointer - the rest must be sevenpoints or better. We also have a "bad luck rule"- anyone who hasn't taken a buck by the last ten days of the season can take a third doe for the meat.

Nowlast season I didn't see a shooter buck. Saw a couple of year-and-a-half old six pointers but decided to let them grow. So, the last week-end of the season I decided to take a third doe.

I have a box stand over a food plot that has a timed feeder on it throwing two pounds of corn every morning and afternoon.Well,during ourthree-month long season I would sit in that box at least one morning or evening every week-end. Every time I did the samegroupwould come to the feeder - three adult does, two yearling does, and one button buck. The young ones belonged to two of the adult does. The other adult didn't have any yearlings running with her. She was one of the biggest does I've ever seen in our neck of the woods - probably 130to 135 pounds in an area where a three year old doe will usually run 115 - 120 lbs. Early on I had gotten to calling her Granny Nanny.

Anyway, the last week-end of the season, having not shot a buck I told the gang in camp that I was going to shoot Granny Nanny. Headed to the box stand at oh-dark-hundredwith my dead reliable Browning B-78 25-06 mounted with a 3x8 Leupold.I handload 100 grain Barnes Triple Shocks for this gun and can shoot a nickleat100 yards with it four times out of five. The plan was to shoot Granny just below the ear, call one of my buds with a four-wheeler to haul her back to camp, and be finished with the butchering by lunch time.

So I'm sitting in a real comfortable swivel desk chair in that boxstand when the corn feeder goes off at 0700. Sure enough, a few minutes later the first doe comes in with the button buck. Two minutes later the second doe with two yearling does come in and start munching corn. Now I know Granny Nanny will be no more than a minute behind those three. I ease the gun out of the window and wait. Yep, there she is.

Now guys, I must have seen that deer fifteen or twenty times before, and watched her feed with that group for hours and hours. But for some reason I started to get the shakes. It's funny now, but it sure wasn't funny then. I tried to get a sight picture and just could not do it. The harder I tried the worse it got. By now I had shifted my butt up to the front edge of the chair and was creeping up on the scope like I've never done before. Just when I thought I had the cross hairs where I wanted them and started the trigger squeeze my unbalanced weight on the front edge of the seat caused the chair to swivel and the muzzle to rise about six inches. As I completed the trigger squeeze my brain was shouting OH NO! STOP! STOP! - but, of course, my finger - having a mind of its own - did not stop.

Old Granny looked back at me as though I has passed gas in church, and trotted off with the rest of the gang.By the time I stopped shakingmy cell phone is ringing and one of the guys back at camp wants to know if I want him to bring the four-wheeler. I say "Naw - I just took a shot at a running coyote, and missed." NO WAY am I ever going to tell the guys that I missed Granny Nanny at 75 yards from a solid rest in a box stand.