The most embarrassed you've been while hunting
Paul's "most scared...." thread inspired this. For some, such as the story Bisley posted, the most embarrassed and most scared may be the same. For me, they're two different occasions.
Several years ago, while I was still living in Colorado, I was elk hunting in the mountains a few miles from my house. Since they were close, I was staying at home and just getting up early to heading into the hills, and returning home at night.
One of those days, I stayed out a bit too late, had a little trouble finding my truck, but eventually got situated and drove home. I tried calling home, but the cell phone reception was bad. I did manage to speak briefly to Linefinder and asked him to let my wife know all was well and that I was just running late.
Apparently, that wasn't reassuring enough for her. She called a friend, and she and her husband came over. They call another friend, who also came over (another couple), and then called the sheriff. When I got home, they were praying for me. I didn't know if I should be glad, mad or embarrassed. I think it was a little of all three.
To top things off, a little after I got home a deputy sheriff about half my age showed up and proceeded to lecture me on the dangers of hunting alone. I told him I had only been doing that for about 30 years, but he continued the lecture. I let him finish and "thanked" him for the advice.
Gun control laws make about as much sense as taking ex-lax to cure a cough.