I have at least a couple of blue-skies every season, but some of them seem to sting a little more than others.
One in particular that I have a hard time forgetting is June 7, 2007. At least for those of us on the Plains. I suppose someone in Wisconsin would disagree, but in Oklahoma, the day was primed for some juicy weather goodness. The only problem was the CAP. The dryline couldn't get the job done despite its best efforts. Of course, if you like turkey towers, then you were in weather-Nirvana. I hovered around the dryline for several hours waiting for any cell to break through, but it was not to be on that day. I took this picture later that night as the cold front finally moved through the area. This photo is titled "Chasers Nightmare". I was basically at the triple point looking due south along the dryline with the cold front just passing over my head. Those are not clouds that you see on the left.
That is the boundary between the warm moist air and the much drier air moving over my location (moisture illuminated by the city lights of Stillwater). It was quite awesome and depressing at the same time to see the air mass that we had to work with that day get shoved off with only a small roll cloud (located just behind me in the photo) and no precip to show for it. Sorry about the blurry star-trails, but I let the shutter go a little long and the cold front was a little windy.
No matter how good you are at chasing or forecasting or how much experience you have, everyone busts every now and then. You have to roll the dice, especially when the conditions look good close to home. To me, nothing is more depressing than staying home and assuming the CAP will hold, only to check a radar later in the day and seeing a storm in NW Oklahoma going postal. Even worse is checking the Reports thread that night or the next day and seeing some pics from one of the Mike's (Umscheid, Hollingshead, Scantlin, Peregrine, Gribble, etc.) showing one of the most beautiful multi-tiered, sheared, monster updraft bases in recorded history with bolts shooting out and arching across the sky after the sun has set and the horizon is a palette of color.....makes me want to vomit. But, in the end, these are the things that keep this profession/hobby interesting and will keep me going out as often as I can and will continue to allow me to bust horribly every now and then.