Since hubby and Dad have already shared this story with everyone AND their dog (and with people they have met since this happened), I may as well fess up to it here and let everybody have a good laugh (copied the account of shame from e-mail to friend who also had no sympathy!). This was in September of last year and I hunt in Texas so when I say it was hot you know what I mean!

Was up and out early Saturday and at my blind before
daybreak. Walked in through a pusture full of wet goat
weeds, fresh cowpatties, and mama cows with their
babies. Yum. Get to my blind and get set up and wait.
And wait. And wait. About 9 saw a doe and a yearling.
No shot at the yearling but a decent shot at the doe.
WOW! First shot I have had all season! So I pull back,
aim, ready, fire. BAM! Smacked my left arm with my
string and the doe jumped when she heard the noise! It
was like a choreographed ballet between her and my
arrow. At least I found my arrow. Went home dejected
but determined to try again that afternoon.

Afternoon was hot and dry and the mosquitos were out
in full force. Made me glad I was hunting from an
enclosed blind and not a tree stand. Saw nothing until
a little before dark and there came a darn raccoon
eating all of my corn. I coughed and clapped and
shooed and the stinking animal would not go away. So I
decided to shoot the thing and take it home as a
trophy. Why not? Nothing else was going on. Whack!
Missed the thing and he/she/it stood up and chattered
at me! Yes! Chattered at me as if it was amusing! That
was that! I nocked another arrow and turned my bow to
the window. But wait, I was caught. The cam had caught
on the bow hanger at the top of my blind (which has now
been permanently removed). I started to ease my arrow
down but, in all the excitement, I shot!
Yes, I shot. Right through the side of the blind. So I
went home missing a doe and a raccoon and one arrow
that I could not find and with a hole in the blind. I
was in tears I was so upset and was talking like a
five year old and ended the story to my husband with
"And I got a boo boo and it hurts!" (Huge bruise the
size of a small state on the side of my arm from
Saturday a.m.). Looking back I am impressed that he
could keep his composure until I got out of the room.