Well here is my "poop" story. Not as good as the others but still pretty funny.

Last year, opening day of rifle season in PA, my youngest son (9) begged me to go. So we went out, drove up to the field. As soon as we got there, he said his stomach was crampy and wanted to lay down for a little bit. I was only around the bend about 150 yards so I said thats fine when you feel better, just walk up to me. About an hour had passed and it was just turning light when he came walking up. I said how is everything, he said fine. Well about 30 minutes later, he said dad, I have to go to the bathroom. I told him to take the bucket that he was sitting on and sit across it and do your business. Well he left and came back minus the bucket. When I asked him where the bucket was, he said he left it there. Puzzled I said why. His response was why should I carry the bucket back when its full of poop. Apparentlly he misunderstood what I said when I told him to sit across it and did his business in it instead. His nickname is now Poop Bucket Boy.