I went deer hunting one year, and decided to take the 2 older boys and introduce them to the sport. The first morning they decided to stay in camp, which by the way was a campground. Not to my liking, but for the safety of the boys since they had never been in the woods.

Now these boys are my foster boys, and they never went to the woods in their entire lives. Anyways, I left early telling them I will be back in about 4 hours.

About 4 hours later as I am walking back to camp, I can hear my name being called by one of the boys. So I quicken my pace. As I approach the camp one of the other campers yells "Allen!", so I look that way, and they all start busting up laughing.

Come to find out the oldest thought maybe a bear ate me, and started worrying. He then began to wonder the campground yelling my name.
Well the entire weekend was great fun for the other campers, as they continued off and on to shout my name, and cause me to look over at them just to see them waving and laughing!

Never got a deer, but did entertain a bunch of deer hunters for a few days.