One that comes to mind is many years ago it happened. I was hunting with this buddy of mine. I had to work the midnight shift the night before opening morning, and arranged to have a morning shift worker come in three hours early, so I could get a good start. I told my buddy I had all my gear in the car and for him to meet me in the work parking lot.

Sure enough, I come out all set to go. There is my friends truck waiting. I grab my gear and load it in his truck. And he's behind the wheel and he was inruff shape looking. Turns out he'd been out drinking most the night, and had only a little sleep himself. So I told him I'd drive.

We headed out of town and he wanted to grab some McDonald's food. So we went through the drive through. We ate as I drove, and the food made him seem much better. At the hunting spot we threw our gear on, loaded up the muzzle loaders, and headed out. We had a long walk to our stands.

My friend lit a cigarette and took a big drag on it as we walked. He then got in a coughing fit. And it caused him to blow chow, heave, throw up, call it what you will. What a stench. I told him to sit a long way from me.

About nine that morning I hear him swearing, and I mean loud!! Turned out he had another coughing fit, was worried about loosing more lunch, and instead coughed too hard. Seems the booze from the night before and the grease packed McDonald's food upset his bowels, and he emptied them.

When I walked back to the truck for lunch, there was his pants and underwear hanging on a bush next to the truck. He's passed out in the truck in a sleeping bag. And STINK!! Needless to say, I grabbed my lunch and canteen of water and left him there. I never let him forget his little incident.