Sunday I'm hunting with 3 good friends at Sacramento. We were drawn second to last in the lotto and were getting ready to check in. 2 younger guys ahead of us walk to the counter asking for a blind. It ends up they were drawn #1 in the lotto Sunday and the one kid read the ticket # wrong. They misssed the #1 and had to wait until all of the other sweat liners got in before they could go. His buddy really let him have it. I bet he never hears the end of that one. I had to laugh at the poor kid he felt really bad, even the guy behind the counter was busting up.