My son was 4 or 5 at the time. We'd spotted the bucks a decent ways off, so the cousin decides to go check them out while the boy and I just hang out on a glacial erratic, talking about the old bull and the young bull. Cuz lets me know they're moving, and to get set up...PRONTO! So we hotfoot it down through the boulder patch, and I have the boy stay at the pickup, as there's almost no cover where I'm headed to intercept the bachelor party. Well...The Boy didn't understand any of that math, and he decides to throw one of the most ultimate riggin' fit's I've ever witnessed! And who can blame him? Dad's going off to maybe shoot (ultimately, flail!) at a very nice buck, I'd want to tag along too!

So, I had some added pressure on me to perform...and I totally "dropped it in the sand" as my dad used to say! LOL