Pooping in the Woods - A question of thresholds

[Butcher]

Getting up early, drinking coffee and walking a long ways into a treestand is a recipe for an exquisite crap. Something about it stirs my innards. As a matter of fact I was in a treestand when I had the SUDDEN urge to drop my bibs or carry a pant leg of yesterdays dinner. There I was hanging my backend over the ladderstand while staring at a group of does and trying to clean up with what dry dead oak leafs I could reach. The does stared in awe or probably disbelief Im not sure. I didn’t shoot any deer that day.

 

[Akcabin]

I’ve been using them heavily for 25 years and so far avoided either situation, despite many a gastrointestinal emergency and gamble. Sorry to say, but I believe you to be in the minority here.

That said- I’ve also never had to sacrifice a shirt sleeve, sock, or pair of underwear to the old gods. Maybe I’m the one in the minority here…

Never pick up a single glove on the trail !

 

[Akcabin]

Getting up early, drinking coffee and walking a long ways into a treestand is a recipe for an exquisite crap. Something about it stirs my innards. As a matter of fact I was in a treestand when I had the SUDDEN urge to drop my bibs or carry a pant leg of yesterdays dinner. There I was hanging my backend over the ladderstand while staring at a group of does and trying to clean up with what dry dead oak leafs I could reach. The does stared in awe or probably disbelief Im not sure. I didn’t shoot any deer that day.

I watched a 8 point walk past me after it busted me with my pants down. My buddy harvested it. I got up on morning. When to take a dump n did a few moose calls. Then a bulldozer wearing antlers came through the willow patch. Glad I grabbed my rifle

 

[R.K.]

I watched a 8 point walk past me after it busted me with my pants down. My buddy harvested it. I got up on morning. When to take a dump n did a few moose calls. Then a bulldozer wearing antlers came through the willow patch. Glad I grabbed my rifle

Rifle stays within arms reach. Always. Helps keep the mountain money out of the snow, at a minimum.

 

[Gellar]

I watched a 8 point walk past me after it busted me with my pants down. My buddy harvested it. I got up on morning. When to take a dump n did a few moose calls. Then a bulldozer wearing antlers came through the willow patch. Glad I grabbed my rifle

Never fails. Deer aren’t moving, ducks aren’t flying; just head behind your blind 20 yards and drop your bibs. You’ll be face to face with a 8 pointer or a flock of mallards will lite into your decoy spread.

 

[Dsnow9]

Never fails. Deer aren’t moving, ducks aren’t flying; just head behind your blind 20 yards and drop your bibs. You’ll be face to face with a 8 pointer or a flock of mallards will lite into your decoy spread.

Always, that’s my biggest recommendation to new hunters. I’ve seen a whole lot of animals with my pants around my ankles or kick in my hand. Honestly sometimes I just do it if it’s been a slow day to change the off into my favor.

 

[Akcabin]

Always, that’s my biggest recommendation to new hunters. I’ve seen a whole lot of animals with my pants around my ankles or kick in my hand. Honestly sometimes I just do it if it’s been a slow day to change the off into my favor.

Yeah, my rifle was just out of reach. Butt got busted clean. All I could do is freeze n wish we had brief eye to eye show down n he just walked over the hill to my buddy. At least I got a taste of venison n fun

 

[Nick87]

Rifle stays within arms reach. Always. Helps keep the mountain money out of the snow, at a minimum.

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It's all fun and games til the recoil knocks you balls first into your own pile.

 

[Wild Bill]

I’ve never had the intestinal issues some of you folks have, but this summer I was steering the trolling motor with the remote in one had, taking a whizz with the other when my closest rod starting thumping. Grabbed it mid stream and reeled in a boated a 17” walleye without getting off course or closing the flood gates.
Thank you for listening to my ted talk.

 

[gouch]

I left camp early one morning in pursuit of elk, when I came across a dense thicket of young hemlock about 1/4 acre in size. I thought that it looked like the perfect place to perform my morning ritual. I crawled in set down my bow, took off my pack, dug out the TP and began to pull down my pants when the whole world seemed to explode around me. It seems that what I thought was the bathroom was actually the bedroom of about thirty elk.

I pulled up my pants, grabbed my bow and ran to the edge of the thicket just in time to watch the elk run off into the sunrise. Nothing to do but go back and finish what I had started.