One time we were hunting a patch of woods snuggled between a small shopping plaza, a golf course, and a neighborhood.So after hunting all morning we decided to go have lunch at the pizza place out front. I did'nt really care for the place but I was out voted. after lunch we headed back in and we decided to do some small pushes. I had the first one so I kept walking to the starting point. My stomach started rumbling, and grumbling, and I knew what was coming so I made a b line for a tree that I knew was down over a stream. I dropped trow, sat with the backside hanging over the tree, and proceeded to answer the call, now it had been like 15 minutes since I left my buds, and they were calling me on the radio to ask if I started yet. When I finished going I realized I had no tp, so I did what any enterprising hunter would do, I used my skinning knife to cut off my skivies and use them for wiping up. After I got back together, I called them on the radio to advise them not to drink down stream
