Here's another one, until earlier today I had never told a single this person story, butt, since the cat's out of the bag...

Normally I'd say I have top notch spatial awareness...

...but occasionally for whatever reason I lose track of space and time, lapsing into a sort of vertiginous trance...

A few years ago I hiked about two miles into the middle of nowhere to fish on a river where I knew there was absolutely no one else. While I was fishing, I started to percolate. All of the sudden it was do or doo...

So I started running for the nearest blowdown not twenty feet away, when I got there the shorts were off and I was letting fly in like three seconds, shorts are good for that.

After I had sacrificed another t shirt pocket to the poop gods, I looked down and to my horror I had just shat directly into my pants...

I coulda just kept fishin and dropped a load directly where I was standing fer crissakes....



**sorry for the bathroom humor**