Down this way long, long ago and far far up in the woods, I remember guys who wouldn't get out of the car to go "hunting" until the 40 ouncer of rum was completely drained and licked clean. There were holes blown through the roofs of cars, before they even got out to stumble around in the woods hammered and fully armed! I did not hunt with such people, but I know those who did, and managed to survive! Also, a couple people shit their pants when the gun went off and it was rather messy.