Oh this is an easy one. It seems like everytime I go hunting, my stomach gets up-set a and as soon as I get in my stand, I have to take a crap. Not just any crap niether, you know the screaming craps. Like hold on here we go. Well once it happend and Ofcource I finally get out of my tree, and man do I REALLY have to go. So I walk twords the truck and find a place to go. I lean up against the tree and let it happen. And I didn't have enough lean going and shight right in my pants.......niiiiice. Friend gets back and I telling him what had happend, and he is just rolling laughing. When he can finally talk, he points in front of the truck and points out a porta-crapper right in front of the truck................. in my panic of trying to get away from my hunting spot and getting back to truck so I could find a leaner tree to go. Well I crapped in my pants anyways. and ended up going home going commando. I can laugh a bout it now, but man did that suck...............