Let me tell you, folks, some of my favorite hunting memories are not about bringing home a trophy buck or making the record book, but about some of the mishaps that have happened along the way. One of those times was when Larry and I were out deer hunting. We were not having much luck, so we decided to do a little calling. We were getting a little hungry, nothing was happening, so we decided to head back to camp to get something to eat. I pushed on the door to open it, and the thing did NOT move. The hasp had slipped down and locked us in!
