I was muzzleloader hunting a few years ago when this fellow hunter came walking down the trail towards my stand. I waved my hand but he never looked up and kept on coming towards me. When he got about 15 yards from my tree I blew a grunt call and he stopped like he knew he heard something but didnt know where or what it was. When I grunted again his eyes widened bigger than any Ive ever seen and he litterally dove to the side of the trail.[] His exited actions reminded me of Barney Fife from the Andy Griffith show. The guy slowly rolled onto his side and very carefully removed his grunt call . He grunted, I grunted, he grunted , I grunted. Every time I grunted I would point the tube in a different direction and 0l Barneys eyes would look like saucers. Ive never in my life seen a person shake with that much excitement. Apparantly the guy either thought there was more than one buck or the buck was moving. All this time Im up in the tree choking from trying not to laugh out loud. I finally couldnt take it anymore and burst out laughing.[&:] Barney stood up with a confused look on his face then looked up. I then played jingle bells on my grunt call. He shook his head, put his hand on his heart and walked back the way he came.