The untimely event where you are all tucked into your blind, snuck in nice and early. The light is just coming up on the cut block and the weather is perfect. Your rifle is dialed in, winds ok and...
... the coffee is doing its work. You can feel mr. turtle knocking on heavens door and hes not asking. You are livid as its the worst possible time to make an stir. The pep n cheds for dinner last night aren't helping, neither are the several beers you had in camp all excited setting up the night before. It could also be that damn dease lake chicken.
so what do you do when in a prime hunting spot, and #2 must be done?