Quicky you have nailed it on the head for me brother. I was up at my grand parents in Portage, Wi (1980's) puking my guts out and somehow that buck walked to about 40 yards from me.
When I looked up he split just like that and at the time the biggest buck ive ever had in front of me. My brother still thinks I called him in somehow.
That was Uncle Jack Danials back then and once in a great while I still mess up but its because of a date with Southern (Hospitality) comfort. I will just stay homeand nurse her rather then
embarress myself in front of a buck again.
ORIGINAL: quiksilver
While I can't confirm or deny what would've happened if I'd have been able to roll myself out of bed, I can tell you that there have been plenty of Saturday mornings where the after-effects of a long night on the piss have prevented me from waking up and getting myself together.
We've all had those days, when you should be sittingin a treestand . . . but instead - youwake up with some girl you've never seen before, your mouth tastes like the Devil's *******, and yourbrain feels likeit just had an aneurysm.
...and then there are the times where you DO somehow manage to wake up, only to get to the woods and be too sick/lazy/hungover to walk to your planned stand site - so you climb somewhere closer to the car, and spend your whole morning gagging your guts out in the treestand, drinking Mountain Dew to make the pain go away.
