DUDE!!!!! Sorry you didn't find him. 1. I buy too damn much hunting stuff. 2. Two years ago I had a big boy come in fast during the rut. I reached for my bow hanging from a branch hit the string instead turning the bow sideways knocking it off the hanger. It hit my stand and 3 rungs of the ladder on the way down. I've never seen a deer run away so fast in my life... I think he may have been laughing at me...
One more..I was at work working several years back I had been doing something that got my cotton gloves pretty damp (really dont remember what) and had some bracket on that job that needed fabricated and welded up. Im in the welding shop and in a hurry to get done before quitting time. I had a 1/8" rod in the stinger and the amps set at 90. I had to hang my stinger on something to get my metal set in place and ready to go with my wet gloves mind you. Instead of hanging the stinger off the hook on the metal bench I for some reason hung it on the back of the bench head high. So story goes, stinger and rod head high, wet gloves holding metal on metal bench, turned my head and the rod went into my mouth up against my cheek SHAZAM, I had current running through my body starting at my mouth,,,I felt like I was over there then over here repetedly I got off it but my teeth hurt for 2 days
Opening Day 2008 the untold story. I am in the stand at 5:00 AM, I am coming of my best year, I am the man. At about 6:00 AM I feel the urge. I have to take a dump, but I decide I am going to stick it out. At 6:15 AM I really have to go, but I am going to hold out, at 6:25 AM I am getting out of the stand. As I take off my belt and start to climb down I realize I am in trouble. This is not a normal dump. As I step down to each step I have some leakage issues. Each step more "squirts" out. By the time I climb down from 22 feet I have serious scent issues. My saving grace was I hunted next to the river, so at 6:30 AM I am naked in the river takeing a "bath". I send my tight whiteies down river headed towards Altantic, by 7:00 I am back in a tree and a nice 1.5 8 point walks by.
Similar thing happened to me in 2003. It was opening day of rifle and I was in college. I was up very late getting hammered and barely got up to make it out before first light. Get up in the stand, feel the urge that it was now or never. Finally get down and get off everything to relieve myself of some serious butt pee. I wasn't lucky enough to be hunting next to a creek so there I am completely naked and forced to use my boxers. I climb my free balling butt back up the tree and no longer than it took to get situated, 2 mature 8 point come chasing a doe. I harvest the 8 point and around 11 my hunting buddy comes over to help drag him out. He notices the boxers on a little tree and asks wth is that. I told him I was getting too hot and took them off and to hand them to me. To my surprise he reaches out to grab them and before I could yell stop he grabs them. I didn't actually think he would grab my boxers. Lucky he had some gloves on b/c he got pissed. It is still a pretty funny story around deer camp.
Since it's already been brought up by others, I too have a story where I couldn't hold it as long as I needed to. I think it was actually opening day of 09, maybe 08. Heading to my hunting spot in the morning. Had to go REALLY bad. Thought I could hold it...finally had to pull over, hopped out & tried to just make it off the road & when I hopped over a little ditch, I lost the ability to keep things squeezed in & filled my drawers. As I landed I hit a little awkward and landed square on my butt, & squished things a bit. Stripped bare along the road, cleaned up with a sacrificial t-shirt & just was able to get some pants on when a car drove by. Ran in to my parents house, showered up & raced back out to my hunting spot. Got up a tree 1/2 hr or so after light, 20 minutes later I shot a doe.
Last night, while my wife was working late again, I danced to Poker Face by Lady Gaga, alone, for 2 hours, till I beat my wife's high score on Dance Central for the Xbox kinect. I feel as if I'm the Lord of the Dance this week.
Based on my review of this thread it appears there obviously is some benefit to crapping in your pants if you want to kill deer consistently. Might have to try that next year.
