My brother in law is a city slicker. He decided that he wanted to go hunting one year. My wife talked me into taking him hunting. I tell him to come on down. Well, we're sitting there when he pokes me and tells me that he needs to take a dump. I tell him to hold it because I see a nice buck. He sees it and takes the shot. As we walk up to the buck his stomach pain hits again. He says that he needs to go to the brush. He walks down a little ravine and disappears. I start field dressing his buck for him. I notice that the entrails are rolling down the ravine but don't think anything about it. Some time passes and I've finished dressing the deer when my city slicker brother in law finally comes out of the brush. He's ghost white and looks as if he might pass out. I ask him what in the world is wrong. He hesitates and replies: "I had a powerful pain...I strained and strained....When I turned around I noticed that I had strained my guts out....but with the help of god and these two fingers I shoved them back in."