gutshot, too funny!

that reminds me of an outing i had one time. i was sick with the flu. yup, the stomach
flu...but i just couldn't miss a day in the woods. (i'm always afraid that everyday could
will be the day that the big one will come waltzing by.) anyway, i was sitting in my stand,
and, man, it was really cold too. when all of a sudden the urge hits me. i mean it hit me
like a 200 car freight train. i couldn't get down out of that stand fast enough...i
actually started to make an attempt to try to leave my hunting area so i wouldn't stink (pun intended) my stand site up. i made it all of about 20 ft. away and couldn't stand it. as i was sitting/squatting/(whatever the heck i was doing) there guess what comes bee-boppin' by...a decent eight-pointer...that deer got about 50yds from me before he noticed me. he just stopped and stared at me, and for some unknown reason i did the same back at him, i didn't move a muscle. it was kind of like a mexican stand-off. i'm not real sure what i thought i was going to do with my pants down around my ankles. after standing there a long time (did i mention it was really cold that day?) he finally, turned around and headed the way he had come, and in a hurry i might add. since then i haven't went hunting with the stomach flu. [&:]