I moved to Missouri in '86 and began hunting the next year. Day 1, rifle deer, whitetail, hump it out a mile, O-dark thirty, set up my climber. 20 minutes before shooting hours, I get the gurgle and it wasn't going away. Sprayed a deuce off my tree stand. 25 minutes later, I kill a nice 9 pointer.
A buddy of mine back in WI had some wicked BO to him, I mean he just smelled bad. He was the luckiest deer hunter I have ever hunted with.
Never thought of bottling satchel stench.