A few years back I felt the need to cut one loose while fishing my local crik in January. Pulled the DB over and walked into the woods looking for that prime spot at which I thought I found. There was a nice log spanning a pit a couple feet deep that was just calling for my @ss to sit on. After the blowout I started to gather my thoughts when the log gave way.

I stood up to asses the situation and instantly realized I was in trouble as I could feel the steam coming off my backside. I looked on the ground and saw nothing due to the fact it was pancaked to my lower back.

Had to strip down and wash myself off in the river, in fricken January.

I've squatted ever since!!!