The old saying, “If something can go wrong, it will,” applied to a deer hunter on opening day of the firearms season last Saturday – and the hunter was me.

The old saying, “If something can go wrong, it will,” applied to a deer hunter on opening day of the firearms season last Saturday – and the hunter was me.

About an hour before legal shooting time, I was all set up at my stand waiting for the start of the November portion of the deer season. Just after the season opened, a nice six-pointer slipped up behind me, but not being a legal buck, I watched as he moved away. Then I caught sight of a much larger buck heading my way.

Everything seemed to be perfect. I was ready, the buck was slowly moving toward my stand. Picking an open spot about 30 yards out, I zeroed in on where the buck would be crossing in front.

Slowly squeezing the trigger, I had visions of venison stew, chops and deer chili when I heard the sound no hunter likes to hear. Ready to hear the explosion of my .30-06 Remington, I only heard “CLICK.”  I couldn’t believe it. After checking to see what happened, I tried to slip in another shell, and all the while, the 10-point buck stayed in the area.

Tried as I might, the gun was jammed and before I finally had it back in working order, the deer had vanished.

While reflecting on what had just happened, five does came within 20 yards of me and scattered out along the hillside. Knowing the big buck was still around, I passed them up.

Before heading home, another doe walked up and looked at me for about 10 minutes before moving on. Opening morning and I had seen eight deer, but had nothing but memories to show for it.

It didn’t help any when checking the totals hunters had taken that morning and saw about 50,000 deer had been harvested.

Starting the next morning in the same spot, I watched an eight-point buck heading my way, so I thought I would make up for the previous morning. However, I could only watch as the buck disappeared in some heavy timber never to be seen again.

I know the deer are out there and there’s still time enough in the season to put venison in the freezer. It helped a little to hear several stories from other hunters who never got a deer and hear their excuses for not getting one. Misery loves company.