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 …