I’m back from my Kansas hunt now, where I did see some impressive deer, including one with the biggest rack I’ve ever seen where I didn’t also have to remember where I parked. That buck never came near enough for me to draw my bow. It did come close enough to make me delaminate. It blew my mind. By the time I got down from the stand, I had to take a selfie just to verify that I still had two arms, two legs, and a head. A really big deer will do that to you. Even two days later, in the airport, I had still not recovered. I left my credit card in a Cuban restaurant at the Denver airport and only knew about it because a guy waiting for the same flight asked, “Are you the dude that just left his Visa card on the counter?” I had lost the same card not three weeks earlier, in South Dakota, where I was pheasant hunting.