I actually have two (two different types of hunting also)

(1) Goose hunting a few seasons ago in a farmers field in January, 18* outside, 6" of snow on the ground. I was new to waterfowl hunting,and I knew some guys who knew a guy who let us hunt geese on one of the pastures. I drove 2 hours on slippery icy roads at 3:30am to meet up with these guys at 5:30am. Then quickly get the field setup with goose decoys and discuss shot placement zones and arrangements. I learned very quickly that waterfowling is not for the meek or timid. You have to be a few sandwiches shy of a picnic to be a true waterfowler. I wore thermal long johns, sweat pants, sweat shirt, and my big heavy insulated camo coveralls. Put it mildy.... I FROZE MY $*@&# A$$ OUT THERE!!!!!! I mean, not just being chilly or cold. I'm talking like medical conditions here. I mean I'm talking borderline hypothermia! We never saw one single goose the whole morning either. I was so cold, I couldn't even think. My feet were like two lead weights. (Basically, we all laid down in the snow, and covered ourselves with a white painters tarp or a white bedsheet that one of the guys brought for each of us). It absolutely sucked. A 2 hour drive at "0 dark thirty" only tonot see a single thing and darn near come down with hypothermia. I mean, say what you want... I've been chilly before. I've been really cold before. But I have NEVER been as cold as I was that morning! [:'(]

(2) Bowhunting on a public land WMA. I took a day off from work to better my chances at a, uh, very popular WMA (you know the ones I am talking about...) Well, this particular day, I was near one of the main trails, and heard loud footsteps approaching. I couldn't believe it... Two old ladies were walking their poodles. I stayed totally still and didn't do anything or say anything. The poodles caught me moving or spotted me or something and started barking. The old ladies stopped and looked into the woods where the poodles were looking, and I believe they too spotted me. They got very upset and decided to ruin my entire hunt for the rest of the day. They started talking REAL LOUD to each other, and clapping their hands, and creating such a rucus, I just said, "the heck with it" and packed up and went home. I got so horribly annoyed over it all, I considered quitting. I mean, my hunting license fees go to help pay for the WMA, while the two old ladies can freely use the WMA and don't pay a dime. But yet, they have the audacity to spook any deer away from me and ruin my hunt?!? [:@] Whoa, man, let me tell you... I sent in a scathing letter to the Game and Fisheries to see if I could file a formal complaint. Here it is a couple of years later, and I still haven't been back to that WMA to go hunting at it. It is a waste of time in my book. [:'(]

Butch A.