My son is a brand new teenage driver. And he’s driving a 4-Runner he’s only had a couple weeks.
He and I are both currently seeing the chiropractor for some back problens from getting rear-ended in that wreck back in January.
So I'm working my ass off, killing myself on deadline Friday afternoon.
My son calls, panic in his voice.
"Dad, you got to get to the chiropractor's office RIGHT NOW!" he said. "The back f****** window fell out of my truck." He hangs up.
Oh, shucks, I think, picturing it laying half in and out of the back of the 4-Runner.
I get there and he says "It's just gone, Dad. There's no broken glass or anything. It's just gone."
I eyeball the situation just a second.
"Uhh, son, you know this back glass rolls up and down, don't you?"
"No, it don't."
"Get in. See if you can find a button."
He did and he did.
He'd accidentally rolled it down fiddling with the radio.
I love this little guy and it reminded me of some of the dumbass stuff I did when I was a kid.
I was stressed out and he put a big ol’ smile on my face.

“Killing tomorrow’s trophies today.”

On the distance I like to walk to my stands:
“The first 100 yards is also the last 100 yards.”