I done that one year deer hunting. I thought the season had ended, and then was talking to a friend who asked me if I was headed out in the morning. I told him season was closed. He then told me, that the State had extended the season. I mean all my gear was put away, my stands down, blinds in, rifles cleaned... But I did grab some hunting clothes, and walked around a little that following weekend but saw nothing.
I think the worst... not legal day was... fishing. In one part of the State, Large Mouth Bass season was open (where I was from). In a different part, it was a week later (which I did not know).
My friend and I was out in my boat and hooked into the biggest Grand Daddy Bass of my entire life. I battled that thing for ages on an Ultra Light and finally landed it, in my boat. I mean this thing was huge. My friend fishing with me then announced, shame Bass season is not open. I argued with him for a few minutes but really was not positive. I mean this was the wall hanger I urned for all my life, and of course no camera in the boat. I then told him I would (and did) throw it back, but if I learned he was not telling me the truth, I would stomp him back into the stone age. He was right, and is still alive and my fishing buddy. But he loves to tell people of the day I threw a monster fish back.
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"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, a total wreck, screaming Yahoo, with a big smile on your face."
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