Two buddies and i were duck hunting down in Point Au Fer and one of them had irritable bowel syndrom. When he has to go....better stop what your doing and get out the way or he will run you over getting to where he needs to go.
Well, he was in the middle of the two of us and he said, ok boys...got to go. We make room and he walks back in the marsh to "pop a squat". We are laughing at him because we run on top of the marsh and get his waders down that fast in our life!
He finally does his business and we are back to hunting....finally we tell him...."dude....nect time get further away from the blind!!!!!'
Well the smell didn't go away...followed us all the way back to the camp and into the mud room. Low and behold, he takes off his waders and has a "snickers laying in there with burnt tire marks runninig up his back."
We were about to throw up....and die laughing....from him crapping in his waders and rolling it back up!
Whew!
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