NATURE CALLED AND RUINED MY HUNT
I have nothing but contempt for someone who would end a morning’s hunt with a trip back to camp because they are afraid to crap in the leaves. My dad put up with a lot of mistakes when I was young and building my bedrock of hunting skills. But when it came to pooping in the woods, he would accept nothing short of 100 percent mastery. I’m thankful for that because several times now in my hunting career, I’ve climbed out of my stand, walked a hundred yards downwind to answer nature’s call, and then settled right back in to shoot a deer shortly after. If ever you need to take a dump in the woods, there are only three rules to know: Always bring a little more toilet paper than you think you’ll need. Always bring your gun. Avoid garments with hoods. —W.B.