About two weeks ago I arrived not feeling too well for the opening day of gun season in Oklahoma. Well, it turned into one of the worst bouts of diaherrea (oklahoma spelling) I have ever had. The only reason I didn't go straight home was that I had a hunting buddy with me and I didn't want to ruin his opening day. I was so sick that eventually I was justpooping a few yards in front of the stand. I really didn't care about hunting. I was just trying to last a little while on the stand for my buddy. During that morning I pooped several times near and far over a period of a few hours butinspite of allof this action an 8 pointer showed up about 20 yards away and I took him. He also came within feet of one of my "episodes".