One of my fav excuses actually happened. I was sitting in a pine tree at the edge of a pond that was heavily used. I had made the perfect stand in the top of that pine. I could even lay down and take a nap if I wanted. (Lots of possibilites here). After being on stand for a couple of hours I heard a another hunter coming toward the pond. I could hear him from 100 yds away since he was wearing nylon chaps and jacket. This "hunter" walked up to the pond, drew his bow and shot across the pond. The arrow barely made it across the water to the far bank, about 20 yds. I noticed right off that his recurve bow was strung backwards. He shot another arrow and started walking around the pond to retrieve his arrows. Just as he got under my tree he decided to take a squat. Down came those chaps and his pants. He did his business then walked to his arrows. He picked up the arrows, wiped them off, and as he was putting them back in his quiver he said rather loudly. "Ain't no deer around here anyway". I could stand it no longer. I spoke up and said, "Not now there ain't". That hunter jumped, looked around, but couldn't find me. I yelled a little louder. " Up here, over your dump." The guys face got red and he walked off never to be seen again. Needless to say I got no deer.