Poop stories
Years ago buddy and I lived in a trailer while building two homes in cottage country over the summer, save a trip, save money...no toilet though, so we found a spot in the woods and dug a hole, built a little device for squatting, and we're good to go.
Fast forward to the fall, and I'm sitting out there one morning and I realize that a lot of leaves have fallen and changed my cover situation.
I know this for sure because as I'm fully committing to shitting I hear a vehicle, look up and realize I'm completely visible to this road that gives cars a good 5-10 seconds to watch me, a road that had meant nothing more to me than the start of our way home on the weekends.
There's really nothing I can do at this point and the car I heard has now rounded the corner and hitting the prime viewing area.
And yes, we made eye contact.