This is a the story that happened to my husband. I personally thought it was extremely funny. My macho bow and gun hunting tsar goes gun hunting one year; the year he bought his new and improved, ultimate deer-slaying scope. One morning very early, a nice 6 pointer comes strolling by the tree stand some extended yards away (somewhat startling the deer-slayer out a morning/post Bud slumber I am sure). Shoots, misses..

Well.. when he came home that weekend he was …

It was the week before opening weekend, 1996. I was out in the swamp setting up a deer stand for my son. It consisted of a 12 foot ladder with a platform on top, leaned against a tree. I was out there alone (first mistake) and told nobody where I was going (second mistake).

I was in surgery around midnight that night to rebuild the shattered bones. To this day I have 5 pins in my ankle and I can feel …

It was a brutally cold couple of days before the opener in 1981…