So Sunday was the close of the Iowa archery hunt. I felt compelled to go, and it wasn't just because I had a spendy nonresident tag in my pocket. I'd been sick for the better part of two days, and still wasn't feeling the best. And by the time we got home from church it was past noon. I had a 90-minute drive, hadn't scouted the public ground I wanted to hunt, and really didn't want to hang a stand or even tote a ground blind. But I asked Shari if she'd mind and, in her ever-patient way, she said "just go. And have fun."