I'll try not to bore you all, nor tease too much.
Last year I made the wise choice to substitute a family vacation for the usual western bowhunt, and my wife and 3 kids loved the 3 weeks we spent in the rocky mountains. It was part of my plan to show them why I must return every fall, in hopes of moving there someday soon. To make up for that missed hunting (well, I did sneak the bow along under the seat and got in 2 days of antelope chasing in Colorado - I couldn't help myself), I began planning a big September at the beginning of 2006.
I really wanted to bowhunt for elk and mule deer somewhere in the rocky mountains. I was already committed to my first Alaska bowhunt for the second week of September, for Sitka blacktails on an island near Kodiak with some PBS friends, so I applied for elk tags in Utah and Wyoming in January. I knew I had little chance in Utah and Wyoming told me in February that I was unsuccessful, so I next applied for the Montana elk/deer combo tag in March. I assumed that I would be unsuccessful (supposedly 40% odds) there also so I applied for a second-choice deer tag in Colorado just before the early April deadline, knowing that I could buy an elk tag in Colorado over the counter. Imagine my surprise when I found out that I had drawn both the Montana combo tags as well as the Colorado deer tag. I found out in time to not apply in New Mexico and Arizona as I had planned. I would be bowhunting 3 states, solo in Colorado and Montana but with 5 other bowhunters in Alaska.
Much planning and coordinating followed, but I still found myself unprepared on August 31, the day I was supposed to leave. I am an enginner by training and a former boy scout, so I'm usually well prepared for these hunts. But we had recently moved to a new house, a small farm actually, with many things to get done before I left. My work was very busy and the timing was bad, but I demanded and received permission to take all of September off (working weekends, overtime, night shifts and holidays all year helped). Also, school started for my kids the next day and I had traditionally taken them to their first day of school. With all my gear scattered across the garage floor, an empty truck and frustrations building, I had no choice but to delay my departure for a day. This was not a good start of a month long bowhunting adventure!