Decided to go for an afternoon sit yesterday. Sat from 12 until 2 but was to cold to go any longer so I decided to go for a walk to warm up. While walking stepped on ice not once but twice and fell. First time in four years flintlock hunting that my gun had touched the ground. Made me sick to see the big scratch on the stocked from the stones on the ground. Figured the sites would be off but unloading at the end of the day, missed a water bottle by only an inch at 30 yards. As if that wasn't bad enough, didn't even see a tail. Guess that's why they call it hunting, and I will find myself back out there again this afternoon.