A true hunting story. My hunting partner's teen age son , was told by dad , his m/l rifle was laid out for him. Dad wanted to teach son to be responsible , and get his own hunting stuff ready , and make sure it was loaded in the truck. Well , we parked the truck in the Game Land parking lot and prepared to walk in to where the deer lived. In a sheepish tone , junior asked dad if he had put his gun in the truck. Dad , said No , didn't you?. I laid it out for you. Junior was disappointed , and walked behind us on the way into the deer woods. I let him stew about his forgetfulness , and took him to a stand in the woods , I wanted to use that morning. We sat for a while , no deer. I had an idea where a deer might be , and if he took my .62 Jaeger rifle , and shot pouch , maybe I could make some luck for junior. We were seeing no deer , and I had a hunch , that if I sneaked over to a high point overlooking a laurel patch , there could be a deer there , that I could chase back to junior in the stand. I went to the escarpment , and there were 18 deer laying and standing in the laurel a hundred yds. below me. I decided to go for broke and scare the herd so profoundly , that some would scatter back around the hill . I summoned my best 18th century war whoop , and it worked to perfection. The herd broke , and ran all directions . One of the bunch , went back around to junior , and I heard him shoot. Got back to him , and he had the best grin on his face standing over a large freshly killed doe. Doesn't get any better than that. He never forgot his shot pouch and gun , again. ...........oldwood