We had a fellow that kept sneaking his way into our hunts, this guy was always bragging and picking on us young guys about not having an good hunting experiances and the likes. Well my Uncle invited some other guys to go coon hunting with us shortly before the deer season started. Fellows brought a slew of dogs up and we penned them up. That day after every one was there here comes this guy saying that he had heard that we would be doing some coon hunting and wanted to give it a try. So he invited himself in again. He imedistly started on us youngsters and before the coffee was done brewing was teling the old coon hunters that thier dogs were not as good as they should be and that he new more about hunting than all of them. Well about an hour or so before dark one of the old guys slips me a bottle of coon pee. without hesitation me and my brother slipped into the cabin were he had stowed his stuff dug out his boots and pants and poured the pee on them.
We had the dogs out and ready to hit the track when out he comes all dressed up to hunt at a country club. The dogs started going nuts pulling and jerking us youngsters around so we just let them go and they ran strait at him, he was scared s***less started screaming like a little girl. The dogs stopped and just barked at him for maybe 2 solid minutes, the old guys and us were LOAO when my uncle told him not to move because he didn't know if he could control the dogs. This guy is standing there white as a sheet as each one of the dogs walked up to him and peed on his legs or on his boots. After the dogs all got done we hit the trail and every time this guy got winded by one of the dogs it would come over and pee on him. He got fed up after about an hour and headed back to camp. When we got back early the next morning he was gone, never saw him at any of our camps again.

Misplaced Buckeye