This year I was deer hunting with my 12 year old son. We left camp pretty early one morning and I had a specific place in mind I wanted to be at first light. We took the planned route, but I decided to avoid one opening in case there were deer out. I went too far off to the side and totally missed the ridge I was looking for. We continued on the path I thought we were supposed to be on. At first light, we came to an opening and there was a 4 point buck standing 100 yards away. My son got buck fever and missed.We continued on and hiked up a hill to get to where I thought I wanted to be. When we were up there, I was thinking how crazy it was because it looked just like where we had come up the trail a few days earlier. My son said we were right back by camp. I denied it, although it did look familiar. We kept going and got to this spot in the trail where my horse had fallen a few days earlier. At that point I knew my son was right and I was wrong, but I still didn't want to admit it. I was so sang mad at myself that I just couldn't handle being that dumb. Finally I admitted it and we walked back to camp. My friend stayed in camp that morning because he wanted to sleep in. He said we scared the crap out of him because we were less than 100 yards from camp when my son shot at that deer. How funny and ironic would it have been if he shot a deer that close to camp and I would have hauled it miles in the wrong direction. My son still makes fun of me for that one. I will never live it down.