My story resembles the shirt that shows a guy "growing a tail" without a gun in his hand when a buck walks by. It started on the last weekend of hunting season. The day before we just got done butchering the deer we had shot from the previous weekend. I was heading back out into the woods to first dispose of the bones from the deer we had butched and of course to hunt. Anyone who leaves home and goes to deer camp knows that during that time you basically eat all junk food. Well, I ventured out to an old logging trail with the bones and gun when I figured I found a good spot to drop the remains for the coyotes, wolves,ect. Once I emptied the box I walked back to the truck to load my gun for some hunting when it hit. I had to go and had to go now. I sprinted about 15 yards off the trail near a small pine tree to relieve myself. It seemed like 15 minutes had passed until I felt emptied. Well, at 15 minutes and 1 second I stood up with my pants at my ankles and gun leaning against the tree beside me when I hear crashing through the woods. I first thought it was another vehicle coming down the logging trail. Here it was 5 does in a hurried walk about 10 yards from me. I slowly reached for my gun and brought the gun up for a shot when I caught something out of the corner of my eye. When I look over I see a spike buck slam on it's brakes staring at me. When I turned to a shooting position the buck was long gone and pants still at my knees. It was about the most exciting 20-30 seconds of my life. No shots were fired but I did feel better afterwards.