The moment we all dread...

Yep, it happens to all of us. I missed a gimme last week and assumed that I had jerked the trigger. The week prior I had missed another gimme and blamed that one on looking into the sun. When I shot the next one dead on at 65 yards and clipped his left shoulder it finally dawned on my thick scull that something was amiss. Sure enough, my scope was off. Keep after them and thanks for sharing.
 

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Sambobocel said:
i am posting this for other newer hunters to not feel alone and something for you vets to laugh at knowing the feeling. I have been coming off of a 5 day streak of blank stands (have not had much time to put long hours into multiple stands being as i am in collage and sneak away for the last couple hours before dark when i have time) After spending countless hours studying youtube videos, podcast and forums such as this one, i was bound and determined to end my streak and frustration, I picked a spot a couple years prior i got my first double, wind was just right for the spot the temperature finally took a little dip last night here in central Alberta i knew it was my time. As i make my way onto the frozen slew all i could see in the skim of snow is nothing but coyote tracks everywhere i look, with high hopes i pick my spot to sit. It was a wind blowing to the north i set up facing east looking across the 600 yard long 400 yard wide slew, i set my foxpro hammerjack2 upwind of myself about 85 yards. the set was seeming to be perfect. i started my sequence off with 3 minutes of female long howls followed by 2 minutes of silence then threw on mfk yo mama after about 30 seconds 400 yards down in the north east corner i see a coyote poking out of the weeds, my heart starts to pick up speed, then he locks eyes on the call and starts charging the call as fast as the ice would let him finally after all my frustration here he comes, a beautiful dog i wait until he gets about 100 yards straight infront of me my hearts in my throat i let out a low whoop he hammers on the breaks... I line up between the eyes and yank the trigger! yes i did say yank the trigger.... in all my excitement all of my shooting fundamentals went out the door and i yanked the shot right over his head and watched him slip back into the weeds never to be seen again. i sat with my heart broken more frustrated than when i started, let a kiyi play for a few minutes in hopes one was possibly trailing behind that one and nothing... Ive seem many guys say how frustrating predator hunting could be and i am starting to see why. it is the most addicting way of life. i love every minute of it the good and the bad, i soon realized i was having an issue with pulling blank sets and ended my streak of blanks i ended my day on a positive note. pay attention to every situation and dont forget your fundamentals. When the stars align dont forget to align the crosshairs.
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I make mistakes every year, and I’ve been calling for over 47 years.
 
It definitely happens a lot and to everyone who’s gotten that coyote fever. I had two out at 65 yds last weekend. I set up and even took the time to get into a better shooting position and tell my hunt partner that I was going to take a shot since we had come upon them while heading out to the stand. I steadied and even let a slow exhale, let the trigger break and watched as a 220gr .457 HP absolutely obliterated…the dirt.
The shot impacted easily 3 foot past the coyote. I was absolutely dumbfounded and even walked out to make sure I hadn’t mistaken the dirt in the thermal for blood raining down. Turns out I was on the wrong zeroing profile for my optic. So yeah, I was so excited to get out and hunt with a buddy that rarely gets (permission from his wife) to go that I missed what should have been a chip shot.
 
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