Captain, I was they guy that officers were glad when I was on their team for those friendly little outings in the boonies. I was a reasonably good asset in the field. It was when I wasn't in the field that I got in trouble, which I did frequently and with great success. It took me about five years to become socialized after I got out of the Army. But every place I worked was glad I was there whenever a fight broke out. I could help the offender see the error of his ways quickly.

Best day, that's easy, I told my story here http://www.outdoorlife.com/forums/hunting/craziest-worst-best-deer-story-ever-lets-hear-it about the deer on my fireplace. the picture that comes up when I post. The worst day, that's easy, too. It was the last day of gun season 1991. I had to work until 2 or 3 AM. I got off went home and took a one hour nap before driving an hour and a half to Northern Oklahoma. I got to my spot and got chased off by people who did not have permission to hunt there. There were several of them. While I was walking back to my truck, I slipped and fell into a bar ditch getting soaked up to my crotch. It was the end of November, first of December, so the water was very, very cold. I had not brought any spare clothing with me, like I usually do. Dumb move. When I got back to my truck I decided I would drive home rather than start a fire and try to dry my clothes. Another Dumb move. I didn't realize that that was the moment the thermostat went out in my truck. It would not warm up enough to have anything but luke-warm air, if that from the heater. I Drove to the interstate to take the hour and a half trip home. It started to sleet and then it was a typical Oklahoma ICE STORM. I was freezing, literally. and because I was suffering from hypothermia, I was not really able to grasp the seriousness of my situation. I had to stop for something and get out into the windchill that later I found out was in the single digits, with my wet clothes. It took me over three hours to get home. I was hallucinating and seeing deer in the road and God knows what was there. There were a whole boatload of car wrecks in front of me, but my7 guardian angel was working overtime. I did not have a wreck. My wife had a cow when I did get home. She put me to bed after giving me hot soup and hot tea. I was shaking so bad I could hardly hold the cup or the spoon. She gave me a heating pad and several hours later she gave me what for for almost killing myself just to catch the last day of season. I learned a lesson, Always get enough sleep, always take extra clothing, always check your vehicle before you go anywhere and NEVER be tough when you are soaking wet and it is cold. Get dried off so you are not a statistic. I knew better and I did it. I won't do it again.

You gotta make sure they play San Antonio Rose and Dance All night.

I am not sure I can say this was a bad shot. There are those of us who have been in situations where the adrenaline release does nothing to improve one's aim. Being attacked by any dangerous animal, man included, will cause a significant adrenaline release. A nice way to explain it is the fan just started spewing brown and it stinks. When that happens, it is very difficult to remember all of the things you should do and you go into survival mode. Keeping calm is not always possible when one is standing is a sea of brown. Just getting a lethal hit is an accomplishment. Another plus is no one was hurt. Seeing the thing lying dead is one thing. Trying to hit one that is moving and has ill intent is another. I say kudos to the shooter. It wasn't a pretty kill, but it WAS a kill.