Toad Smith, I crossed paths with him many times. The first time, I was cross row still hunting a corn field. I could hear a deer, but could not see it. Every time I would move a little it would move a little. Finally 15 at half draw, I stepped into the next corn row, and there it was, Toad Smith at half draw. Toad wouldn't ever admit it, but he made a loud girly sound. After we got to the end of the field, Toad motioned me over. We sat and rested, i think his heart was giving him trouble already. He suggested that we go into town for lunch. When we got to our cars, he had a little yellow four wheel drive. He pointed to a stain in his passenger seat and said we're taking your pickup. On the way to town. He said, "Remember that hillbilly that I was with at the place up north?" He went on to explain that the other morning, while heading out in the dark, he had to stop in the middle of a picked field to take a number 2. When they continued their slow walk, Toad said, "You stink" HIs friend said, "yes, that one was ripe." Toad, after a few more slow steps. "No, you really stink." His skinny buddy had pooped in his own overalls. He declared that he was going to get even with him. Toad had a bait and archery shop in his home town, he invented 'Toad's Secret Buck Lure', the next fall he offered his buddy a life time supply and told him to use a lot of it, "There's more where that came from." He offered some to me as well, I said, "No thanks, I stink bad enough already." He said, "Well at least you're man enough to admit it." Then he chuckled and I asked what's so funny. He went on to explain that his buddies were having no luck with their stands at all that year. Toad's Secret Buck Lure was deer repellent, he said "man that stuff really works."