Best/Luckiest/Worst shot I ever made was all one in the same and happened 45 years ago when I was 8 years old. Momma Mallard always put pecans out in a bird bath in our back yard for the squirrels to eat. I was in the back yard with my Big Chief bow…(you know those little fiberglass re-curve jobs with the blunt arrows)….one summer day flinging arrows at anything and everything and suddenly a big fat squirrel hops up in that bird bath and starts to munch down on the free pecans. Well, ‘ole Smiling Mallard made a very effective 10 yard stalk and unleashed a monstrously long 4 or 5 yard shot that hit said squirrel square in the head killing him instantly. Being a kid I was absolutely thrilled and ran into the house excitedly telling Papa Mallard and Momma Mallard of my shooting prowess.

Best shot ever because everyone knows you couldn’t hit anything with those bows using your hand as an arrow rest and that incredible 15 fps arrow speed. Luckiest shot ever….for the same aforementioned reasons. And Worst shot ever because Momma Mallard was some kind of pizzed that I had killed one of her “pet” squirrels. My elation quickly turned to tears when Momma Mallard gave me several swats to the back side and then took my beloved bow and my Daisy BB gun away from me for three weeks. I remember like yesterday though, my dad walking by me as I sat dejectedly on the couch and saying “Nice shot Bud”.

I rattled in my first and largest buck at the time. He came running in and at about 50 yards or so I picked up my rifle and took the shot at the front of the chest. He turned and ran to my right through some trees. I wanted to get a second shot in him so I followed and squeezed the trigger when he passed an opening. His head fell down and he flipped end over end. The shot entered just behind the ear and exited the back of the jaw on the other side. It cut the spinal cord off of the brain. It was very lucky because I was shooting for the chest. Definately not the greatest, but the luckiest.

DRT is DRT!

My greatest shot was just last year. It happened to be an average size doe. To tell the story correctly let me recall some history.

Memorial Day weekend 2007 I went to the hospital not feeling well. End result was a quadruple bypass. Spent the summer rehabbing. Ended up missing hunting all year except spring turkey season.

Jump ahead to 2008. The day was July 14, 2008. I had been back to work several months. That day started off normal. After being at work awhile my right arm started hurting and I had a pain in the back of my neck. I finished the day and went home. That night I was having problems walking. I went to the hospital and the next day the MRI said I had a stroke. That day I became disabled. Lost some use of my right side. Yes I was right handed. Not a good day in my life. Thus began a long road ahead of me.

Seasons 2008 thru 2009 were written off. No one hunted in my immediate family. My Father gave up hunting years ago. My FIL always came up with excuses. Several times I thought about selling all my fishing and hunting equipment. The decoys are gathering dust and the boat has become a shade spot for my Lab.

The year 2010 was not a good one in the beginning. My soon to be ex-wife served me with papers and wanted out. Not a good thing when you are going thru therapy. Bright side is I retired my wheel chair and became good friends with my quad-cane. Then I could venture outside with my Lab.

All those years I had been entered dilligently into the TPWD drawn hunts. I was drawn in 2010 for an alligator hunt at Murphree WMA. Even though I had a boat no one seemed wanting to assist me. It is heck being a disabled hunter. So I missed out on a gator hunt.

That same year I was drawn for an either sex deer hunt at Brazos Bend. I was not going to miss that hunt. I had been driving for a while. I had learn to become left handed. Now the challenge was to shoot left handed. Went to the range and shot for the first time since 2007. About a seven inch group at 100 yards. Not bad for one handed.

The morning of the hunt I drove to the park. I had called ahead to let the staff know I was coming and I would need assistance. The staff was great. They took me out for the hunts and helped me into the blind. The blind was nothing more than a circle of concrete mesh and burlap but it felt good to sit in it.

Two days of hunting and no deer but I was still upbeat. The last morning came and I asked for God's Blessing. Something was going to happen I just felt it.

I was sitting in the blind since 5AM and watching the woods come alive. About 7:30 five does came out. Resting my 6MM on the blind I aimed for one of the does and shot. I knew I pulled the shot. When I shot I aimed for the shoulder but hit her in the head. I managed to crawl out of the blind then grab my cane and hobble about seventy yards to where she laid. I had no one to share that moment with but God. I knew he guided my shot. Yes I thanked him.

The staff was very helpful in taking care of my deer. You see knives and balance issues do not mix well. I drove home that afternoon. The next day went to the processor and taxidermist. Of course I had the hide done. That doe is a trophy.

I will never forget that shot. I have one photo of the doe with my cane taken by my cell phone. I just do not know how to post it on here.

Well that is my greatest shot. I still remember that shot as if it was yesterday.

All great stories but it just doesn't get much better than this. God is great !!

Not necessarly lucky, but funniest.

I was bowhunting in Bosque County in a tree stand. I had a small 6 chasing a doe all around until a big 8 came through. He started chasing the 6 and the doe all around beneath me. I drew back about 4 times to see them run off and come back. Finally the 8 stopped for a shot close to the 6 and doe. I drew and sent the arrow about 25 yards away. What I did not see was a small stump about 3 feet off the ground and about 2 inches in diameter right next to the deer. My arrow nicked the side of the stump causing the back of my arrow to whip around and smack the 8 right upside the head. I had a mechanical broadhead and it expanded against the stump causing it to flip around. I wanted to vent something fierce but could not help but laugh at the fact the big 8 thought that poor little 6 had "B---H" slapped him. He chased that little sucker all over the place in full stride, non-stop for quite awhile.

The mental picture I get reading this story has me in the floor and nearly crying LAUGHING!!!