I broke mine the morning of a planned deer hunt way back in the early 1980s. Had to cancel it. Was supposed to meet a coworker who was taking his two boys to their deer camp for a few days and invited me to join them. Really pissed me off.
Funny thing was that our boss got wind of our plans to call in sick to go deer hunting and told us that if we didn't show up for work we were fired. He didn't show up and was fired. I showed up with a broken toe, because I knew if I called in and said I broke my toe, I'd be fired for going deer hunting even if I didn't. I had to cut the toe area out of one of an old pair of sneakers because that was the only way my swollen broken toe would fit in any kind of footwear. Boss gave me some funny looks because of that.
