Why is it that as we get older, poop stories get more common?
Anyway, another story if UT Grad doesn't mind.
Another friend in that same circle years ago hunted with a guy that always got nervous before a hunt, and combined with the huge amounts of coffee he consumed each morning, made for some explosively good hunting trips.
During a trip one bitterly cold morning the nervous one got out of the truck and disappeared down the trail to tend to his business. Good to go after that. They gathered their gear and marched off to hunt.
The other guy was sitting in his tree stand that morning and the wafting aroma of something foul was getting his attention. He finally looked on the bottoms of his boots, and embedded in those deep lug soles was evidence of the nervous guys morning constitution. And….. since he'd climbed into his coveralls after getting to his stand, it was streaked ALL inside the legs of them too.
Seems the nervous friend had done his business right on the trail they took into the woods.
I heard something about the nervous guys penance being that he paid for new boots and coveralls for the other fella at the risk of being beaten to death. I'm not 100 percent sure about that part though.