A Michigan man learned first hand why you shouldn't move wild game until you know it's deceased last week—or came face-to-face with the beginning of the zombie uprising, I suppose—when he and two public safety officers were stunned to see a believed-to-be-dead whitetail burst from his car trunk in Kalamazoo, Mich.
For every strap filled with diving ducks, the author returns home empty-handed and broken three times over, yet he doggedly does it again and again. Is he insane? You decide.