I was out on an observation post in Virginia one day and brushed up against a small pine. I looked down and found 100's of small ticks crawling up my fatigues. I back pedaled my position real quick, pulled out my 6-12 insect repellent stick for a re-do. and pulled out my buck knife and started scraping them off my uniform. All said and done, when I finally made it back to quarters and showered, I only found one tick in my carcass. Lucky biscuit. How I hate the little blood suckers. I'd yip and howl too if the ticks were bad!