At my deer camp we have a tradition of playing tricks on each other. The only rule is that it can't screw up anyone's actual hunt. The best one that has happened to me was a few years ago. I'd had a couple of beer before bed, and was out like a light. One of my partners set up over 20 rat traps around my sleeping form. Every time I moved, snap! I woke up with traps hanging all over my longjohns. I got him back the next year by cunnung open his Glossette Rasins, filled the box with deer turds, and glued the box shut. Funny thing was though, he said the deer poop wasn't all that bad.

You can't eat what you miss!