My dumbest thing was more silly childhood exuberance than anything else. When I was 13 or 14 I was hunting squirrel and rabbit with my Dad and uncle. We were breaking for lunch and driving down the old logging road from camp when we spot two squirrels chasing each other like they do, over in a small patch of trees. I bailed out of the truck, grabbed my twenty gauge and bagged one of the squirrels. I hopped the fence with all the energy and excitement of a 14 year old and took off to collect my prize. You would have thought it was a 12 point buck! Well, about ten strides into the field I was knee deep in mud and muck. As I tried to get unstuck I realized my boots had quit following me somewhere around stride number eight. My dad and uncle were out of the truck by now and were laughing so hard they actually had to sit down against the truck. I’m still hearing about that incident 22 years later. If I had the money and foreknowledge then, I would have had that dang squirrel mounted.

-Brad
Eastern Nebraska Bowhunter