I LMAO, too, and I'm a woman. I've been to deer camps several times in Arkansas, because I didn't want my two young sons there with just their dad, because he was as nutty as the ones in the movie,and a heavy drinker. After a few stiff drinks, he "saw bugs crawling everywhere", and imagined all kinds of other things. My husband now, is not a drinker, except for a glass of wine every now and then, and isn't a hunter, but went once in northern Michigan,and saw a big buck in the road, and didn't shoot it, because he had been told to "shew" deer to another hunter in the group. None of them even saw the deer. LOL