This is my first post so I guess I'll be open and honest. Several years ago, I lived in Billings, MT. I, along with three members from our church, went hunting just out from Columbus just off the eastern slope of the mountians. We had spent the morning on Iron Mountian looking for deer. I didn't have a good pair of hunting boots so I wore an old pair of work boots. Up on the mountian there was a lot of snow and needless to say the boots I was wearing didn't provide a lot of traction. I spent most of the morning slipping and sliding and landing on my rear. To top it off, we didn't see a thing. We finally left the mountian and came back closer to Columbus and stopped to hunt on the other three's private land. Off the mountian, the weather was warmer and thank God, no snow. I climbed up a large hill, and I was literally wore out from the day. I looked and about 150 yards ahead, a young doe was running away. I tried to steady my gun, but my arms were shakening, so I decided to kneel down on one knee and rest my elbow on the other to attempt to steady my shot. Unfortuantely, I didn't look when I knelt down and I placed my knee square in a patch of prickly pear cactus. Needless to say, I forgot all about the doe and spent the next thirty minutes pulling stickers out of my knee.