When I was 15 I went bow hunting with my dad for the first time. It poured the rain all day so by 9 i had gotten out of my stand and was sitting on the ground when the urge to urinate hit me. Instead of letting it fly right there i walked 20 yards down the hill to relieve myself when i heard what sounded like a huge buck grunt. I immediately stopped doing my business although it burned like fire. I heard another grunt. By now im laying on the ground crawling to get back to my bow. Each time i hear a grunt i get lower and lower to the ground and my pants which i didnt take the time to button slid further and further off. I finally got back to the tree my bow was leaning on and i hear two more grunts. Im so excited im fumbling my bow everywhere. By the time i finally get my bow in hand i hear my dad laughing his A%# off. Thats a memory I will never forget.