I didn't realize I had insulted the guide until he started dropping me off early and picking me up late in weather that ranged from 20 below to 10 above in the Saskatchewan bush. The guide never talked, never offered any insight and finally blew up when someone (I don't think it was me) accidentally crushed one of his music CD's. For the rest of the hunt I ate, slept and hunted without hardly saying a word. I ended up shooting a mature buck on the last day, but I didn't celebrate. I packed up and left in record-setting time.