I'm the type that takes my camera pretty much everywhere, that includes the commute to work and back... you know, just in case. I've captured some beautiful sunrises and sunsets but there's never really been anything out of the ordinary or super special so to speak, but I'm always glad I have my camera with me. I've had this routine for nearly a year now, every day - regardless. Except last night. I left my office at around 5:05pm, got to the parking lot and halfway to my truck when I realized I had forgotten my camera at my desk. (Sometimes I leave it in my vehicle, sometimes I bring it in - usually depends if I have photos to upload.) I stop for a moment and decide I don't really feel like going back to the building and up the flight of stairs, then proceed to tell myself that nothing exciting will happen anyway - just like the many drives home before. Ever get that feeling you're making a bad decision? I drive away without my camera and decide to take the scenic route home to avoid traffic. Driving through farmland on country gravel roads can be rather therapeutic, if you've never done so I'd highly recommend it. Anyway, about 10 miles from home I'm coming down a steep hill (still farmland/gravel road) and I see something off to my left, it had to have been at least a 10 point buck, perfect silhouette! I went for my camera only to find a seat beside me with nothing but an empty candy bar wrapper on it. Since it was getting dark I didn't even bother reaching for my phone and just enjoyed watching him run off into the woods, safe for another day. I would have loved to share the photograph with you, but unfortunately it's merely a memory that will fade now... and my drawing skills just aren't something anyone would want to look at. If you have a similar story, feel free to share it as well.