Why I hate meetings...

Running late this morning for a meeting and wouldn't you know it, three bucks walking up my dirt road (all spikes, two decent, one button.) I ALWAYS carry my bow in the truck, and on ANY OTHER MORNING, I'd have stopped and filled my tag. So I pass them up and head to work. After the meeting I tell my boss and he says 'You should have shot one and called me, I'd have covered for you!" DAMN.

Poked around the woods this evening and nothing... Seeing animals frequently though.