Yesterday, i took a shot at a nice 10 pt, but missed. I posted a story about it last night, when I got back home. Anyway, I was excited about yesterday's hunt, so I called my buddies, we usually hunt together, and told them about it. This afternoon, when I show up at my stand, I turned crimson with anger. I climbed up the tree, sat down, and got settled in for the evening hunt. I smelled something, kinda like horse crap and vinegar, and started looking around. Ah, there it is. Those bastards. I find a HUGE pile of dip spit on a branch on my tree. I can see its been running down the tree and dripping on the leaves. Damn! So, I start to look around, and holy crap! On the other side of the tree, I find 4 cigarette buts pushed into the tree bark, and 4 burn marks on the side of the stand where the cigarettes were obviously put out.

Now, not only am I trying to stalk down the 10pt again, I'm on the hunt for a new tree as well. I guess somethings, no matter how exciting, you just can't tell your friends.