There were supposed to be 35 hunters. Bubba had left plenty early enough to meet the other guys. 10 miles from the rhondevous, he felt the call of nature and pulled over onto the berm to drain the radiator, so to speak. In doing so, he ran over a shard of glass - a piece of an Old Milwaukee bottle he himself had tossed out the window of the F250 a couple of months earlier on his way back from the hunting club.   

He saw the flat as soon as he returned to the truck. Cursing, he....