3 inches of snow. Still falling. Overcast. Johnny Stewart caller squaling. Decoy flopping pretty good at the end of the stick. Predator bomb stinking up the place. 30 minutes gone. Finally, had a big male coming in. Pouncing over the hill. Looked confused, but still curious. Stopped once behind a tree. Lopped in some more. Staring at the decoy, doesn't even see me, yet he's coming straight at me. Turns toward the decoy. I know he's coming in closer. I know he's gonna keep circling and end up 10 yds. from me. Yet, I rush the shot and miss. He pissed all over the place on the way out. Damn.

Don't you just hate when that happens!

Ouch! I don't know how ANYBODY could miss a shot like that!!!

Yet I've done it more times than I want to remember.

The pain never totally goes away. Over time it will subside....to some degree. Best medicine is to wait 30 days and go back and kill that bugger.

To bad we don't get "Do overs", If I had only done this or done that or or or.