Well I atempted to drag myself 100 yards behind the house this morning to to a chair I put there last week at the edge of swamp. left a 4am.took 1 hour to go 100 yards. I had another chair halfway to stop and rest. I dragged my feet over the grape roots with my two canes. I arrived tired and of course the chair was wet. Sat down and got things ready. I was hurting so I figured i would try and sleep a little. I had 1 1/2 hours till shooting time. I dozed off then heard a fox howl. I could feel my right foot swelling up.the velcrow on my sneaker was slowly breaking loose as my foot swelled. Went back to sleep and woke up at 6:16. There right in fromt of me stood a deer at 10 yards.Still to dark to tell for sure what it was.It had no idea I was there I was tucked in under the huge pine tree. It walked off and then came back 10 minutes later.It was a button,so I let it walk. 1 1/2 hours later I looked down at my X.bow and I still had the cranking mechanism on the string DAH ,Stupid the thing would of not fired anyway. Well seen nothing else by 9:30. So my foot was swelled up like a helium ballon. I packed up put my sneaker in my bag and put a morphine patch on and started home. Idid not get a deer ,but did something the doctors said I would never do alone. Dont know if it will be my last time. But besides the pain and stupidity it was rewarding