A couple of years back I was invited to attend church with a nice family that I had met. It was the last day of rifle season and I was still hunting hard for a nice 8 pointer that I had seen. I told him that my family and I would attend. That morning I awoke and couldn't stand it.......I headed for the woods. I climbed up in my stand and sat there for feeling guilty for not going to follow through on my word. After about thirty minutes I climbed down and went and got the family and we made it to service. After I got home I had a message on my answering machine. My best friend's father had shot the 8 pointer as it bedded down in the middle of the hay field. But I kept my word and was in church trying to do the right thing.

This time I know better than to commit to anything! All I can do is wish him the best in life!