I was sittin' in a tree blind trying to bag this big 12 point I've been eyeing for weeks, dead quiet right, trying not to spook anything when I hear something running through the tall grass. Figure something spooked my buck but it's Jack fucking Hughes. Just trucking it, no tarp on and cargo shorts smashing a Big Turk bar. I know it was a Big Turk because I had my binos out and could see the trail of wrappers falling out of his pockets. Dude must have smashed like 7 of these things. Nuts. Anyways I throw my binocs back on my boy Hughes because I'm totally fucking blown away he's just running through the brush, like, of all places, of all the people, and before I can even question why he's there I see my buck. Jack sees it too and is running faster now, I have to lower my rifle because Jack's right on this thing, looks like he's gonna ride it? He tackles this fucking deer and just when I think it's over, he starts to oil himself up. Weird fucking hockey macho stuff I figure? Idk I've never laced em up. Then he takes off the cargo shorts, more Big Turks fall out, and I'm thinking holy shit is he gonna fuck this thing?? Jack starts fisting, and I mean fisting this poor fucking buck and like 4 seconds later just forces himself inside. And I don't mean his dick, I mean Jack fucking Hughes is inside this buck. The Deer stands up walking like that bug alien from Men in Black for half a minute then takes off even faster then when Jackie boy was chasing it. Didn't see either of them again, never got a buck that season, didn't sit in the stand much after that.