Years ago my Dad had a bow story you can now relate to. He was sitting under a big oak all day. It was getting quite dim and he figured " oh well it' s better than working at IBM!" Suddenly, he hears the telltale signs of a deer coming up behind his tree. Adrenaline is firing and he' s frozen stiff for fear he would bust ' em. Minutes seem like hours, until he is about ready to pass out waiting for the dang deer to go left or right of the oak. No such luck. The big boy decides he like my dads tree also. Dad hears him crunching acorns and occasionally rubbing. Poor guy just could' nt sit any longer. Nature was calling, no pun intended, he just had to relieve himself. He figures I might as well take a peek before I leak. Ever so gently he turns while more acorns are being munched. There he was 24" from the snorter of a 10 point monster. With a hefty snort the buck lurched high and to my dads left. Simultaneously, my dad took his leak!!!![8D][&:] He laughed all the way home and his story kinda reminded me that bow hunting never fails to amaze us characters who carry sticks & arrows into the homes of clever and funny whitetails.