After all the #2 stories, I have to share one of my own. I left at midnight on a 4 hour drive to make it to my hunting area...got off work a little late. I was coffeed-up pretty good and the numerous logging roads pushed things south on me...about 15 minutes from my spot, I just couldn't hold it any longer. I stopped the truck, turned off the lights, jumped-out into pitch black darkness with no flashlight and sub-zero weather....the "pressure" was getting to me so I dropped the tailgate on my truck and hiked one cheek up on the diamond plate...truck's kinda high so my my one foot was tippy toeing it to keep balance. When I was done, the relief was overwhelming until I went to stand-up and realized something had froze to my aluminum diamond plated tailgate....and no, it wasn't my tongue!
The happy ending to all this was two hours later, I arrowed a nice 3 x 2 mulie. Didn't even set-up camp, dressed it out, loaded it up, and was back home 12:00 noon nursing my wounds.
Good night. Brian