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Clad in his camouflage and rubber boots, a rugged ginger man sits patiently in his treestand, waiting for his prey. As the sun beats down and hours pass, the heat and anticipation grow too much. He unzips, and a stream of golden piss pours out, soaking his boots and the forest floor below. He sighs in relief, the tension temporarily broken.