This thread brings back memories of a few hunting trips with noobs in flooded timber in freezing temps. Standing waist deep in water with waders on then getting hit with severe potty pain makes for some interesting aerobatics up in the dead trees.
Learning when/how to crap on command takes on a whole new meaning when you have to shit so bad you’re locked up and can’t move without having a blowout and the only thing between you and the water (and from freezing to death) is a 5mm layer of neoprene.
Learning when/how to crap on command takes on a whole new meaning when you have to shit so bad you’re locked up and can’t move without having a blowout and the only thing between you and the water (and from freezing to death) is a 5mm layer of neoprene.
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