Quote, originally posted by 96basscat »

Problem with that is the boat is 17 miles away, take about the quick step.

More like step...pinch...step...pinch

I keep a 5gal. bucket in the boat with a supply of kitchen trash bags. With grand kids--Saves alot of trips to shore..

Rick

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Quote, originally posted by mongo »

I do now, had to use some leaves one day...

I did that one day when I was in the fifth grade. Was out hunting and had to go. Grabbed some leaves from behind me and . . . you guessed it - poison ivy!

Sitting in school was embarassing. Tried "scratching" by scrubbing my butt side to side when the teacher asked why couldn't I sit still. Wasn't about to tell the class or I'd still be hearing it. I have paper towels in the truck, the boat, and tool box - they can serve as TP if necessary.

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One time I had to go so bad I thought I was about to bust my insides. I was in real pain and had doubled over in the boat to the point where I yelled "Sonny Jim" at the top of my lungs. My buddy took control of the trolling motor and luckily their were some bathroom houses close by. I make it to the bathroom house only to read "closed until spring". Son of a b**** I yelled! Still in sever pain, I am now desparate. I know that if I don't release this demon, it will release itself. I look around and see this old beat up white jacket on a picnic table. No one was nowhere near so I am assumed by the looks of it, that it has been there a while. I grab it! As soon as I do, I am in pain like never before. I don't even look to see if anyone is around. I drop my pants and chit comes shooting and flying out like a fire hose. Keep in mind I released the genie right in the middle of a walking/jogging trail next to a picnic table. To this day, I have no idea what I ate that was bad, but whatever it was, it gave me the worst case of the squirts I have ever had. I wipe with the old white jacket (I bet it took 10 wipes). Just as soon as I am releaved of the screaming demon and had my composure, I hear several voices coming up the trail. I sure heck didn't want to be around when they found the pile of liquid chit I left. So I threw the jacket back on the table and ran like I stole something. The voices that I had heard were joggers. They stopped at the picnic table. One of them saw the chit pile and soup and begin to grimace, gag, and point. The other person said, "And look! They used your jacket to wipe their ass!"