Not quite into the field, but here's a story for a good laugh.
Last year it was my first week of november rut hunt. I had a spot 45 minutes from home that I had been getting on deer so I was heading back. The day before I had daddy duty so I took my daughter out for her first hunt. I dropped her off at school and immediately drove out to my parking location. I got out and went to throw all of my stuff on and when I opened up my tub, my pack wasn't there. I immediately started freaking out, where could it be?? I look around the truck to see if I can piece something together but my pack has my license, my stepps, basically my hunting life outside my bow. I must have left it at home so I hop back in the car and start driving. I get home and open the garage door expecting to see it there and it's not. Now I'm really freaking out... Did someone steal it, what's going on?? Finally I open up my tub where I ozone things and realize that I threw it in there after hunting with my daughter. I throw it in the truck and start driving. Thinking I'd be set up in a tree by 8:30, it's now close to 11. I throw my stuff together and start hiking. Halfway to my spot I spot a cruising buck so I drop my pack and get an arrow on. I tried grunting and using the can but he passed just out of range. I keep going to my spot, climb up and immediately see a doe up the ridge. She kinda sees me but doesn't know what I am so she just walked the ridge. 10 minutes later a buck comes from the same area but he drops down on the side of the ridge and passes by me at 10 yards and I put an arrow threw him. I'm calling him the never give up buck because despite how poorly things go for you, if you keep a positive attitude things can change in a heartbeat. This is also a good reminder of how a lack of sleep from multiple hunting days can affect your performance in the field.