Hunting and all outdoor adventures may be interrupted when the sportsmen and women must go to the pottie, #1 and #2, relieve themselves, pee and poop, or… After all humans are mammals too.
I always wondered how many animals were saved because a hunter was on the throne and not their bow, or gun. Every hunter that I have talked with has a story to tell. Waterfowlers have been caught ducking behind their decoys in a corn field when a big flock comes in. Buck hunters had to leave their blind or stand when the buck, or bull stopped by.
When you hunt, it is from the moment you begin to the moment you are done. There are no pottie breaks, naps, lunch breaks or free time. You are on the hunt, or you are vulnerable to a moment of failure.
There are no toilets or porta pots everywhere when you need one. You need to make do and become a primitive squatter. Sometimes a perfect log or rock may be nearby. Usually, you need to improvise.
One lesson learned the hard way is to never leave your weapon out of reach. My son was deer hunting in the Shields Valley. I placed him into a small ground blind that was made with 4 pieces of plywood and 4 T-posts. A camp chair was inside.
He sat all morning until he had to go. Kyle took several steps outside the blind and was taking care of business when he heard a nearby barbwire fence rattle. From his squatting position, Kyle glanced over to see a 5×5 buck staring at him. His rifle was back in the blind. His chance to tag out just got flushed away.
My Dad was once deer hunting in Maryland. He had been out all morning and had to take a pottie break. As he began to settle in, a big buck stepped out. Fortunately, he had his gun with him and shot the deer. He watched it fall and began to finish his business.
Back in the Olden Days, hunters wore strapped overalls. My dad had unhooked his straps and placed them out of danger. Since the buck was down, he decided to finish his business when the buck stood up. He grabbed his rifle and shot it again. Now he could relax. As he went to finish his business, he noticed extra weight on his overall strap. In the excitement of the moment, he managed to place his #2 onto his #1 strap. He took out his knife and cut the strap off, loaded with its contents, and left it in the forest. He may have had one less strap but had a nice buck after his Crap.
The same is true when fishing. Your rod is sitting on the rod holder, and you need to make a Pit Stop. While you are holding the wrong gear, or rod, the bite is on. Your baited fishing rod is bouncing and banging away while you answer Mother Nature’s Call. By the time you get back to your rod, the fish and maybe your rod will be gone. Oh Well!
There is no reason to cry over missed opportunities. S#*t happens. Don’t get Pi#*ed Off, you may make a worse mess out of the situation. Just laugh it off and tell a great story about the ones that got away.
You could just wear an adult diaper!
Montana Grant
