I missed the best shot this week.
I wanted to tell my son, the Elmer-Fudd-wanna-be-hunter that I shot a deer.
I was driving to work on a back road when a deer popped out of the ditch and stopped on the road. I slowed right down, then had to stop on account of Jeep-Jeep not scaring it away. The deer very slowly meandered off to the edge of a cornfield.
Then I remembered my camera on the passenger seat. I jumped out of Jeep, and deer stood and looked at me. When I set up the shot, the sound of the shutter spooked it and I totally missed the shot.
Then I was ticked at myself that I'd wasted my moment communing with nature...
So I shot at a deer and missed.
Boy says there is no evidence to prove I was that close to the deer.
Elmer Fudd.
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