You get up at 3 AM get ready to hunt, drink 3 cups of coffee, drive to hunt club, get on Gator and drive about 5 miles back into the woods to within a half mile of your stand, decide to pee before you walk to the stand only to find out you put your long john bottoms on backwards and no way to get your junk out. And it seems that when this happens the urge to pee escalates 10 fold in a hurry.
I got more pair of long jons with holes cut in the ass end than not...
You would think at my ripe old age I would have learned that lesson already!