A fella at work (we will call him John), got into deer hunting around 3 years ago and loves it. Problem is, his girlfriend just reminded him that her friends wedding is this weekend--the opener here in Minn, and he comitted to going with her. She happily told him about the fancy hotel room she rented for them, blah, blah, blah. When I heard about this, I stopped by and the guy just cowered in his office like a little puppy caught peeing on the carpet. Needless to say, this guy is completely miserable. I (and the rest of the deer hunters in the office), on the other hand, find it hysterically funny. We are swamping him with ads for tupperware parties, stamping parties, women's expo's, etc. I told him we would all have a brewsky at deer camp in memory of him--then laugh our arse off!