I went on a fishing trip when I was pretty young with my Dad, my Grandpa, a neighbor and his boy who had just turned 18. We went fishing in on the Grand Rhonde River for steelhead. It was sometime late Winter/early Spring. We parked on the highway and hiked down where a bridge was being built the previous Summer, but they had stopped working on it when Winter came. The work crew had left behind their Honey Bucket that had seen quite a bit of use because this was a fairly popular fishing hole.

The kid got a .44 mag pistol for his birthday. His Dad had to take a crap and climbed into the Honey Bucket to take care of business. That crapper vented out the back. While The rest of us were setting up our gear that kid snuck behind the crapper and stuck the barrel of that pistol down the vent. He pulled the trigger and his Dad let out a scream as the door of the crapper flew open. He wen t tearing down to the river with his pants down to his knees. H