Taking a shite outdoors

Never had to fishing. But while.duck hunting on.some hard bottom swamp I literally had two feet on cypress knees, dropped my wades, and held on to a nearby tree while plopping right into the water. Used some nearby tree moss to wipe my arse. It's never been the same since

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shat in the fish well

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I'm usually ok in the boat, but I've shite on my hunting land more times than at my hunting camp.

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We bring tp and just shite in a bucket

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This is a must...

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When I was fishing bass tourneys had an old man tell me he had shite in his livewell and before he could scoop it out and throw it in a lake, mr. green jeans had pulled up to him and wanted to check his license and livewell. He asked what was in the livewell and he told him it was a mudshark. Said Mr. Green Jeans had a few cuss words but let him go.

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Man!! Pull on to the bank, and do work!

Hang arse off the back while holding the motor and let it rip. Keep a roll of TP in the boat

shite in your livewell No really, I've shite on oil production platform, behind camps, on a marsh flat I try to find sable ground, but If I gotta go, I go anywhere

Last summer I was spending a week in Grand Isle.Needless to say first night there, we boiled some crabs and drank plenty of beer. Next morning I made sure I had some morning glory before we left the camp to go fishing. I THOUGHT I WAS OK, but 2 hours later we pull up to some rigs and I start getting the goose bumps. I think to myself I can hold this in. WRONG!! There must have been 4 other boats around that rig. I was about to explode!!! I get to the point, if I don't go Ima shite all over myself. I get the bait bucket, get behind the center console, drop da shorts and the rest is history. Sacafice my underwear for tp. First time on a boat. But I'd rather shite in the woods or on a boat then any public men's room!!!

This thread deserves a sticky.

Buddy of mine that I grew up with had an awful habit of having to shite in public; I'll list his most memorable moments.

1) Had to go at an LSU game (blowout game and we left at halftime) and decided to drop one on his ex's windshield.
2) Had to go at LSU golf course and dropped one in the cup on #11
3) Had to go when we were at the beach, dug a hole in the sand dunes and buried it like a cat.
4) Had to go at the LSU golf course again, but realized he shite his pants on the practice putting green... Shook his leg of his shorts and left it on the cart path.

I'll add that there is nothing worse than having to go during teal season while hunting in the marsh. Wade out of smelling range, find stable ground, drop waders, avoid the turd from hitting your waders, fall down when you think you hear a gator, rip boxers to have TP, wipe with wet boxers, wade back to blind, realize your arse got eaten by skeeters

ETA: We don't hunt together

There was a time when I shat in the woods every morning for 6 months straight. I'm a friggin pro. Once had a buck chase a doe by me while mid-drop. Pinched it off, picked up ol' 700, put one through his ribs, finishes dumping, wiped, dragged him to the road.