taking a dump
#2
Nontypical Buck
Join Date: Feb 2003
Location: Delhi, NY (by way of Chenango Forks)
Posts: 1,706
RE: taking a dump
when you got to go, you GOT TO GO!! especially after a nite of vension and beer!!!!
I do it all the time (when nature calls). I don't think it make one bit of difference (poop is poop). However, I do scrape back the leaves and try to cover it up a bit, just in case.
I do it all the time (when nature calls). I don't think it make one bit of difference (poop is poop). However, I do scrape back the leaves and try to cover it up a bit, just in case.
#3
Spike
Join Date: Feb 2003
Location: Massachusetts
Posts: 93
RE: taking a dump
Hey northernrut!! I usually crap somewhere a little bit away from where I spend the bulk of my time. I certainly won't leave the woods or anything, but I won't crap near the run I'm watching. I'll usually find the areas that my buddies are concentrating on and work my way in that direction when nature calls. Hey.....a Maine hunter!!!!!!! Come check us out at....
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#5
Nontypical Buck
Join Date: Apr 2004
Posts: 3,236
RE: taking a dump
I told this story last year, and don't really like to retell this particular one, but you asked for it.
A couple years ago, I was sitting in my stand one morning, and the call of nature came and demanded an answer. I tried to hold it but there was NO way it was working. It came to an ultimatum where I was either going to get down and answer the call, or the call was going to end up in my camo pants. I climbed down as fast as I could and went running down the trail. I got about 15 yards from my tree and was faced with the act of going right there or going in my pants. I barely got my britches pulled down and away she went, all over the trail. I was upset that I just ruined my spot. I covered it somewhat, the best I could, but you could tell from the smell that something bad just happened there. I went down to the house for lunch and reluctantly returned to the stand a couple days later to hunt it. The biggest buck I ever saw or shot an arrow at came down the same trail, walked over the exact spot I messed, and came to me. I subsequently missed him (shaving white belly hair, but no wound) because of deflection. He never acted the least bit concerned with the bad mess I made though. He was a very big 11 point. To add insult to my bad shooting, he stepped back and smelled my arrow sticking in the dirt and then walked off, only running when I tried to nock another arrow and saw me move. I know I missed him clean because there was no fat or blood or anything whatsoever on the arrow. The only souvenier of our encounter was a little pile of white belly hair that I cut off when the arrow passed under him.
A couple years ago, I was sitting in my stand one morning, and the call of nature came and demanded an answer. I tried to hold it but there was NO way it was working. It came to an ultimatum where I was either going to get down and answer the call, or the call was going to end up in my camo pants. I climbed down as fast as I could and went running down the trail. I got about 15 yards from my tree and was faced with the act of going right there or going in my pants. I barely got my britches pulled down and away she went, all over the trail. I was upset that I just ruined my spot. I covered it somewhat, the best I could, but you could tell from the smell that something bad just happened there. I went down to the house for lunch and reluctantly returned to the stand a couple days later to hunt it. The biggest buck I ever saw or shot an arrow at came down the same trail, walked over the exact spot I messed, and came to me. I subsequently missed him (shaving white belly hair, but no wound) because of deflection. He never acted the least bit concerned with the bad mess I made though. He was a very big 11 point. To add insult to my bad shooting, he stepped back and smelled my arrow sticking in the dirt and then walked off, only running when I tried to nock another arrow and saw me move. I know I missed him clean because there was no fat or blood or anything whatsoever on the arrow. The only souvenier of our encounter was a little pile of white belly hair that I cut off when the arrow passed under him.
#8
Join Date: Aug 2006
Posts: 14
RE: taking a dump
Just mind where your wallet is...my buddy got back to his stand after answering a call last season and realized his wallet was gone. He went back to the dump site and discovered that his wallet had fallen out of his hunting pants when he dropped them and he ended up with a pile of hot mud on top of it!
#10
Nontypical Buck
Join Date: Apr 2004
Posts: 3,236
RE: taking a dump
I take a bunch of good paper towels and fold them up in my pack. Itrade them in the woods to poorly prepared hunters for their buck tags.
TIP..when going on a hunting trip, never eat the chili until the last day of the hunt.
TIP..when going on a hunting trip, never eat the chili until the last day of the hunt.