Wow... I couldn't help but imagine you a bloodied Rocky Balboa face down on the canvas with your wife, your Adrian, pleading with you to pull yourself up by the ropes and keep fighting! Keep fighting with the one eye that's not swollen shut and the two fists heavy as anvils. I was baptized by fire my first traditional season in similar fashion. That was a deep valley to crawl out of, but it was a gift given in an ugly bag, and I saw that hunting traditional requires much of the hunter. Congratulations to you, Sir! You rose from the mat and came home with a beautiful Thanksgiving buck!