Sometimes you have to laugh at yourself.As a younger hunter, I would suffer from "buck fever" and even a forked horn buck would cause the ol' butterflies in the stomach, nervous sweats, and a good case of the shakes. I'm 66 now and my Dad is two years passed on. On one particular hunt, I missed three times at a decent buck. As I returned to a camp full of uncles, cousins, my Dad and brother, I was met with looks of anticipation, as apparently everyone had heard the shots."Did ya get one?" I lowered my head, shuffled my feet, and replied "Naw...missed."
I'm not always a bad shot, as I remember it but apparently was in my younger days, as Dad replied "Awww, heck, kid's been doing that for FORTY years!"
I don't know where that came from, I guess I just missed the nice ones, as I remember a stretch of at least 8 straight years tagging out on a forked horn. (Hence one of my handles is Forky Pete) ;-)