Was turkey hunting an old doctors property in south Montgomery in college. Had a buddy that made the trip down and was hungover from the night before. We had a gobbler on the place that was old as dirt and call shy. We set up in the general area he always seemed to be and waited. It got to be owl thirty and he was silent despite me trying to get him to gobble for reassurance of his location. My buddy had the gut pains hit him and had to release the pressure valve, which erupted into a noise and oder that would have made Stevie wonder flinch. Wouldn’t you know it, the turkey double gobbled at the trumpet emulating from my buddy’s behind. We killed that turkey about 15 minutes later. I’ll never forget that, and still chuckle about it. One of those you’d have to be there things.