Some friends and I were rabbit hunting years ago. It was about 25 degrees, the wind was blowing about 49 nots but we were young , and we were hunting. Dogs run rabbits all over top of us, never heard them coming, but we were young and we were hunting. One of my friends had to go BAD!!! There was an old farm house in site so he said he was going to go get on the leaward side of the house out of the wind and he would catch up with us in a couple of hundred yards. One of my friends and I circled around the top of the hill just in time to see him take his coat off ,pull his sraps of , pull down his jumpsuit and lean back against the old farm house with no foundation, just piers. Just as he squatted an old hound came up and cold nosed him you know where. he let out the loudest blood curdling scream you ever heard, filled up his jumpsuit with you know what and we laught until we cried. I even rolled into a ditch,stopped when i hit a fresh cow pod and we both had to walk 3 mls back to the huntclub because no one would let us in their truck. WHAT A DAY. But we were young and we were hunting.