A few years ago, scouting an area for places to set hunters come fall, I fallowed a ridge out to a nice spot were the draws on both sides meet. View in every direction and a great place to make a ground blind. Right centered on that ridge was a huge Ponderosa that had broke about 1/4th the way up, it was still hanging on, a natural "A" frame, very safe and a lot of natural camouflage by the top and limbs to sit on in every direction. It did have one catch, about 7' up, on the underside of that snag, there was a big ol hornets nest, one of those Chinese lantern looking nest. Gathering brush and stuff to toss into the top of that tree to hind a hunter better, every time something hit the branches you could just hear them bastards revving up.
So the last thing I was to do was smack that nest and spread them wasp down the mountain side, they would move on by hunting season. I studied my escape route better then if I were planing to fell a tree. Broke off a sizable Louisville , quietly snuck up to the nest on my best side, wound up looking for a spot in the second level of bleachers over center field, the swing and a hit! Wasp , nest and me every were, just as I turned to run, I stepped on a branch that popped up and tangled my legs, tripping me hard and solid, right under the point that the broken top half the nest was still attached,,,,,, dripping wasp right down on me!
I have no clue how I got out of there, it would have been one hell of a video I'm sure, the first thing I do remember is still running, with wasp trying to get the gain on me, but fewer every patch of dense overgrowth and brush I popped through, not a sting, but never did put a hunter in that ridge that season!