I had to stop, drop, and plop on the L'Anguille River one morning. Temps were in the teens, so to combat the cold, I donned the uncle Jed Clampit-alls. You know, the red, long-handle, wool under-roos. Anywho, I ran up the bank and dropped my waders, and it was at that point that I realized that I couldn't poop through the built-in poop-chute and miss my waders, so I had to strip from the waste up and drop the rest to my ankles. So here I am, Uncle Jed's tangled around my feet, leaning up against an oak tree on the corner of a soybean field. In mid squirt, a very attractive young lady pulled up on her 4-wheeler. She was obviously embarrassed and unimpressed, so she sorta waived as she drove off, but she looked over her shoulder as she drove away.
It turned out to be her loss, because while she was looking over her shoulder waiving, she failed to notice the oak tree that was in front of her. 4-wheeler came to a dead stop and flipped her over the handle bars and down the river bank. After I cleaned up, I pulled my Uncle Jed's back on and headed down the bank to where I was hunting. As I did, she caught my eye whilst clawing her way back up the bank to her ATV. I waived as I eased down the bank, but I made sure to pay attention to where I was going.
Moral of the story: If you're pooping next to a farm road, go to the back side of the tree, and if you happen up on someone pooping next to a farm road, mind your own business, or you might end up cartwheeling into a big ditch.
Smell that? Smells like sumthin died in here.