Well, I lived, and so did all the deer... Crap. 90 miles north of Elko, 8,400 feet, 8* F at 6 am, hiking up and down mountains looking for deer with horns on them for a whole week, and I came up with NOTHING! DAMMIT!
I only saw one buck the entire time, and I even got a shot off at him, but the som-bitch didn't even FLINCH!! Come to find out that my scope on my rifle is BENT, and I missed that sucker by about 6 feet at least.

Me on Monday: "hey dad, did you check all the rifles/scopes for accuracy, or do we need to go out and sight them in?" Dad: "Yep! They're fine!" Me: "you sure? I think we should go out and at least check them. My rifle hasn't been used in TEN YEARS!" Dad: "Nope, they're fine! And we don't want to waste any ammunition!" Nice... 6 days wasted. Got a perfect shot lined up, and it turns out I was right about needing to check things out...
Guess I'll just have to eat my tag, since there's no venison.