Some years ago, I took my oldest son, Sean, and his best friend, Jamie, bowhunting to Bombay Hook Wildllife refuge in Delaware. We arrived to the spot I wanted to enter the woods and pulled my suburban next to the woods. The boys were behind the suburban getting ready and as I walked around the car, I heard movement in the woods. I walked back an whispered "I hear deer just inside the woods. be very quiet!". I went back to the side of the vehicle and as I was getting ready, I heard the "bzzzzzz" of hornets or something in the area. I took my little mini-mag flashlight and looked into the bushes beside the vehicle. I didn't see anything. I was busy getting my gear and all of a sudden, CHOMP!!! something bit my right leg!!! Then again and again. I began yelling Outch Outch Outch and danced by my son and his frient, spinning about like a mad man. They put their flashlights on me and we saw bumble bees crawling up my pants, and biting the heck out of me. We took our hats and swatted the critters to the ground. Once I was sure there were no more getting ready to chew on me, I calmed down. We still laugh about "the old man" saying "Shhhhh. quiet, there are deer just inside the woods!" And then the old man prancing by yelling and swatting! Apparently we had parked on a patch of land they had nested in and didn't like us being there. I moved the vehicle up and we did end up going into the woods for a good hunt. I don't remember if we got anything, but I sure remember those big bees crawling up my legs and biting me. I'm sure glad I had worn military style pants that tucked into my boots. Darn bees.