I've had too many things go haywire to even pick one incident out as being the "worst."

If I had to choose, I'd say it was the Rifle Opener in WV about eight years back. I see a buck, pass. See a buck, pass. Finally see a shooter - no shot. I finally getfrustrated and shoot a scrub spike that runs down off the mountain before he expires(adding a full hour onto my drag). While I'm still kicking myself for shooting this spike and lugging him back up out of this canyon, my buddy whiffs on a big 4x4. He's mad too. Everybody is mad.

We get to the check station and it's honestly an hour wait. My girlfriend is nagging me on the phone about getting home late, my buddy is complaining about missing that buck, and I'm disgusted with myself for shooting a spike. I call my uncle on the cell to see if they did any good, and he says he can't talk b/c he's at the hospital. Apparently, his buddy rolled an ATV over himself while towing out a deer and crushed a lumbar vertebrae. He's in a body-cast, the quad is trashed andtheir deer are still laying in the woods. Not good. He says "Hey, will you come help me drag these deer out tonight?"

How can I say no to a guy who just watched his buddy crush his spine? So I agree. I race home and drop the atomic bomb on the gf that I'm heading back down to WV to drag deer again. Will be home around midnight. You can just imagine that scene. What an awful day.