Dear Diary - I am so depressed at the fact that everyone thinks that I am an unsafe hunter.
My goodness, you shoot one fellow hunter, and you're branded as a menace to the hunting world for the rest of your life.
Dammit! It was not my fault. I told Whittington to duck. I can't help it that he thought I said "Look at the duck."
Now even my wife won't allow me to use regular silverware and she insists that I use plastic forks, spoons, and knives.