The worst part about wrestling in high school was that it happened to be during deer season and we always had a meet or scrimmage on the only Saturday of Ohio's shotgun season (back in the 90's Ohio had only a 1 weeks season that ran Monday to Saturday).

My senior year, we had a scrimmage on that particular Saturday that started at 7am and ran until 1, so basically a 6 hour straight wrestling practice with only water breaks. I was also cutting weight at that time from my football wt of 195 to my wrestling wt of 171, so I had pretty low energy level to begin with.

I got home from the scrimmage as my dad was about to head out for the afternoon (we hunted the woods right behind our house) and I decided I would gear-up quick and head out to my spot. It was about 30 degrees out, pouring down freezing rain/hail/sleet/cats and dogs with about a 20 MPH wind. Like an idiot, and like I usually tend to do, I had under-dressed and I was freezing. My hair hadn't even completely dried from my shower and my whole head felt frozen. I decided to tuck into a tight ball and duck down behind a fallen tree to try to hide from the wind. Needless to say, I fell asleep.

About a half hour after this, my dad decides that it's not worth it to him to sit out in this crap when it seems like the deer aren't even moving, so he heads over to tell me he was heading in. About 20 yards from me, he realizes not only am I sound asleep, I'm also snoring. He contemplates rattling a round off into a tree to scare the hell out of me, but decides to look around instead.

While he's looking around, he spots something move about 20 yards in front of me, it's a big fat doe staring right at me trying to figure out what the hell I am and what kind of noise I'm making. Dad tries to wake me up by saying my name as soft as he can, but it's useless I'm out cold. Being that we usually only got 1 deer a year between the 2 of us (possibly due to me sleeping 75% of the time on stand) and that we didn't have one yet that year, dad decides to take the shot.

I'm deep in lala land somewhere on a beach in Cancun with Jenny McCarthy sipping margaritas when all of the sudden I hear a gun blast from 20 yards away, I wake up realizing there's a gun on my lap and immediately try to figure out who the hell is shooting at me, meanwhile my dad's laughing his ass off.

Needless to say, he brings that story up every year around deer season. [&o]

2 years ago he shot his biggest buck ever, an 11 pt, and I got to call him 2 weeks later and tell him about my 13 pt, so I'd say it's even now