Ok, I chit under another's treestand. Didn't mean to, but it was about 30 minutes before daylight-that gray time-and the urge came on strong. Found a tree and did the deed. Pulling up I looked up, and there he was facing away. As far as I know, he didn't and I backed out, waiting for his wrath to come raining down. He never moved. Snuck off and tried not to laugh, but it was hard.
I don't care who you are...TFF!
and well done on keeping the grunting to a minimum!
If only obviously when it is right now urgent, grunting isn't part of the deal.
Have to admit when I found out the circumstance, at first, I didn't think it was all that funny. It was only when I was gone that I got the giggles.
Later hooked up with a Bud and told him the story and both of us were howling.
Addition: Thing I remember most about that morning was the big thunder booming and the Turkeys. They were sounding off all around. It really had them shook up. Other groups were clucking loud and making a racket. Pretty cool actually.
