Kissing my wife good bye. I relayed a story awhile back about one of my first martial mistakes of deciding not to kiss her good bye in the wee hours before a week long moose hunt...let me just say in about 12 hours whatever humanly possible that could go wrong did. It culminated with me making the 4 hour trek to a pay phone in the middle of the night to say sorry and order some flowers to help appease the situation. It hasn't happened since.

But my true superstition is PBJ sandie's. Last year at our annual deer camp the others talked me out of my PBJ sandies for lunch and we got 1 deer (a doe on the last day). This year I insisted that I have my PBJ's and their was merit to my madness. They decided to play along...ohoh we all tagged out and 2 guys got their career best bucks to date. Guess what is on the menu for next falls lunch...PBJ.