Here is a story not about myself, but about someone I know. A good many years ago this guy went out to hunt opening morning of the Wisconsin gun-deer season. After a Friday evening of drinking, I'm sure not feeling the greatest. With the need to take a crap he dropped his hunting overalls and did his business, a good beer crap. After being done he jumped up, pulled up his clothes and threw up his overalls, but he **** in his hood. It ended his hunt for the day, ended up throwing his cloths away and finding somewhere to shower. Wouldn't tell anyone where he went that morning for years.