I've often fantasized this time of year of being the maiden doe at camp waiting for my hunter gatherer to return with the big buck.  

Once I was in my stand and a man walked right underneath without realizing I was there.  That day I wondered what it would be like to rutt right there in the woods.  

For all you hunting widows attending the "thunder down under"  male review strip shows while your hubby's are out at camp... I want to be their lil hunting camp sex slave.  My confession