Time: Today
Location: ground blind in white oak woods
Temperature: 21 degrees
The more layers you are wearing the more often you have to wee.
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Time: Today
Location: ground blind in white oak woods
Temperature: 21 degrees
The more layers you are wearing the more often you have to wee.
Quit drinking hot coffee to keep warm.
Don't do coffee. Gave up caffeine years ago.
its hard getting a 2" pecker out of 4" of clothing.[smilie=l:
It could be worse.
A buddy told a story of going on a hunting trip with a few co-workers:
One guy wore one of those fancy insulated, thick, snow mobile/coverall looking suits
people sometimes wear up there in the unexplored Northern territories of what we call 'Not Texas'.
When it came time to take a big 'ole dump behind his cowboy boots----
He unzipped it, pulled it off and out in front of his cowboy boots.
He did his business, and put (the top part) of it back on...........
He soon realized he hadn't pulled it out in front of his boots quite,,,, far,,,, enough.
Made the statement many years ago at LGS, That after 55, I am spending more money on lighter rifles and warmer undies!! GW
Yep. the older I get, the more I have to pee! I figure I probably have a prostate the size of a Cantelope!
Now before I get all the hate mail about the dangers of prostate cancer it was a joke! I get checked every year there’s nothing wrong everything’s fine. Like I said the Cantelope statement was just meant as a joke
July 20th of this year, I had my gall bladder removed as elective surgery. Unfortunately things did not go as planned. When I woke after the surgery They informed me that because my liver was enlarged some, that it got in the way of the gall bladder and the surgeon couldn't see what he was cutting and was concerned that he would remove part of my liver, so rather than doing it laprescopically with just a few 1 centimeter incisions, they had to cut from my lower right side all the way up to my chest. Having your gall baldder removed effects the way you're able to digest food resulting in what my grandfather used to refer to as the "Green Apple Quickstep" aka diahrea.
Last Saturday morning I was up in Northern Maine at my friend, who is a registered Maine Guide. He had a box blind that overlooked the powerlines that I liked to sit in. I was headed out pre-dawn. His wife (excellant cook) made a huge breakfast...I had two cups of coffee. I waited afterward as coffee is also a laxitive for me. Couldn't go. Headed to the blind. A short work...got almost there and man I had to go. I decided that if I went there, I would ruin the blind and I thought I could make it back to camp...a short 100 yards through the woods and a one mile drive away. I started "The march of the penguins" back to the truck.
Made it to the truck ok and started the drive...fast....really fast....It's a race against time. Got in the driveway and just put the truck in park and the percolating won against the sphincter. I lost it and filled the draws. They were all out hunting. The generator was off so no light...I had a flashlight. Went to the bathroom and assessed the damage....it was bad. If it were blood, it would have looked like a Mafia crime scene. I cleaned up as best I could but those pants were not going to be worn by me again until they had been washed at least once. It was in the underwear, jeans, and the back of my shirt. So here I am completely in nothing but my birthday suit and hat holding a flashlight.
Since it was Satturday and headed home after te day, I had put my stuff in the back of my truck. I had to walk out to my truck with an ambient temperature of 27 degrees F and retrieve a pair of rain pants I brought. That would have been quite a site if one of the others came by as they often did.
Back in the camp...freezing cold and opening the suit case I saw that yesterdays worn underwear was looking better than todays, so I put those on and the rain pants. I had an extra shirt. Put the dirty clothes in a bag and threw it in the bed of the pick up. I hunted a few hours and came back for lunch. As I was lamenting the story to my guide friend and his wife (I knew she'd want to sanitoize the bathroom)....I was informed that...
Because they had a few break ins last year, my friend had installed a couple of game cameras to photograph anyone that came to the camp....busted! If I knew I was going to be photgrahed streaking...I would have shown a clear picture of the "full Monty". The story was embarrassing enough....but the photos...
Bill
"July 20th of this year, I had my gall bladder removed"
You've been thought "the trops".
I had the prostate surgery 6-3-2020, 70yrs.
Your uncles have the prostate problems, so suit I.
Mark
Sniff sniff, hey buck you smell somthin? Sniff sniff sniff yes buck I think sombodys cover secent aint working.:bigsmyl2:
"Green Apple Quickstep" don't eat a lot of greasy stuff.
I lost it with that story - my Sgt thinks I've lost my mind.
On the other hand - this is AZ - the only place it is 21 degrees is in the fridge. ;)
Noticed that when I skied all the time.
Tsk. Tsk. The answer is so simple and I'm surprised you didn't think of it.
I think they call them "Depends". :-)
I don't know, man. If it wasn't for 5mg a day of finasteride, for the past, I don't know, decade? I'd be up there around cantaloupe or smallish watermelon. That and .4mg of Tamsulosin twice a day helps a bunch. I'm only up two or three times a night, these days. ;) That is good!
Bill
On the subject of flys. Why does it suddenly become a puzzle when you really need to go?