OV1 wrote:

...We also had a portable "Latrine" that consisted of 2' hole wide dug 3' deep as there was no bathrooms within 20 miles of where we stayed.

We always dig a sh1tpit when out camping...mainly because we are miles from anywhere. It is my job to dig the hole and arrange the necessary things like Date Roll and soap and water. This is what we use...



Not a hunting story...but along the same vein as Camel's story...as a kid growing up we didn't have the fancy flush sewerage setup...we had the old thunderbox with a pan inside.



Early one morning we heard a yell come from the outhouse...."MUUUMMMMM, MUUUMMMMMMM"...my young brother had gone for a visit, and while squatting on the seat to avoid the old redback spiders, slipped and went up to his crutch in the contents of the near full pan.
I laughed so hard it hurt. I never let him forget.

Cheers, Vince

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I had travelled up to Fairlie twice in one day for work (abuot an hour each way) and finally finished work in the arvo bolted down tea and shot up to fairlie AGAIN with the wife n kiddies for a weekend fishing and relaxing. we got the tents up, big one for mum n dad , a wee tent each for the kids and not forgetting the throne room tent. got the kids off to bed and sat down for a cuppa tea. you guessed it I had forgotten the plurry gas bottle .. .
by this stage its 9:30 at night Id been at work since 5am but I jumped into the car and went back into town to get the bottle turned around and drove back up again. the best part was I sneaked the .22 in and had a great weekend catching fish and shooting hares from the dingy.

The "latrine" story reminds me of when I was a Venturer adviser in Scouts Canada (14-18 years old kids). I took 5 city boys deep into the interior of the island for a 5 day wilderness trip. We set up our tents in a clearing surrounded by white birch trees with a clear view of the lake. About 100 yards downwind we dug a latrine between two trees and tied poles spanning the gap to form a seat. A game path led from the campsite to the latrine. Early one morning one of the boys headed for the latrine just as we were getting breakfast going. About 5 minutes later we heard a screech and before I could put down my coffee and grab my shotgun, (black bear protection), the youngster came scrambling down the path trying to pull up his jeans with a wild look on his face. When he caught his breath, he explained he had just commenced his natural function when he heard a noise behind him. Looking over his shoulder he saw a stag caribou so close that he could see his nostrils flair. He didn't have time to even get his jeans up. We all laughed and I explained that caribou are very docile animals. As I calmed him I could detect a faint whiff of excrement. When I brought this to his attention he headed into the tent and sure enough he had been in such a panic he had finished squeezing off a shot, so to speak, after he had pulled up his underwear. His mates promptly dubbed his "Craps". Even now, twenty years later, when I run into him he I call him by that nickname. He is a successful plumbing contractor but to me he will always be that scared 16 year old running down the path.

Camel, Where is North South West Australia wouldn't that be "central"

camel wrote:

The best thing was the spoon scrape through the middle all the way through the 3/4 inch thick green middle.

The boss just shot me the stink-eye for busting up at my desk, and, puking in my mouth a little.

Only in Oz, you guys is nutso!

fnuser wrote:

Camel, Where is North South West Australia wouldn't that be "central"

NSW, is New South Wales, one of our states.
To give an idea jump on Google earth and type in Hilston NSW Australia.
NSW is roughly 1.5 x the size of texas.

fnuser wrote:

Camel, Where is North South West Australia wouldn't that be "central"

Im just east of there NSW = new south wales.

110' fishin' boat, Catalina channel, I'm on the deck of the bridge, face down, GREEN, first time ever sea-sick in 30 years of deep sea fishing, guys are killing it, my girlyfreind (first timer) all of 4'9" hooks a nice 'cuda...she's screaming and yelling, I look up, she's running all over the deck, I'm all "yah hunny go gettum...barf, blurp" too many beers night before. I mean she's all over this thing and it's sounds like it's a killer...she's still screaming, 5 mins later when she starts to land this thing, deck hands are YELLING don't jerk it, even pressure! - she's yankin' on it like it's glued on the bottom and she's gonna pull the boat under- how it didn't get off I'll never know- it breaches, she sees it and freaks and really yanks and out it comes and slaps the guy 4 spots down the rail in the head. SLLLLLAP! His hat goes in the drink- deck hand gaffed it out of the drik, I'm on the top out of harms way just taking in the chaos thinking I'll laugh about it later watchin' her drop the rod and trying to chase this 2 and a half foot long baracuda on the deck till....a hand gaf's it. She REALLY scream's! Then, yells at the guy then.... get's stick. Then there were two dead bodies on the bridge face down...etc. I felt bad for her and sucked it up and held her close- it was a long day but, we both laughed about it later , only after she swore me to secreacy....yeh right!

Oh I feel for ya mate...I get seasick on a millpond. I get so sick I bring up everything but the soles of me boots, and I try to get them up as well. Nothin' worse than tastin' the hairs around ya butt as they "pass through".

Good one on ya girlie mate...a 2 1/2' 'cuda is nothing to sneeze at.

Cheers, Vince

I use my Remington Sendero in .25-06 when hunting green fields. For still hunting and blinds in cover I use my Bushmaster in .450 Bushmaster/ 16" barrel. Incredible ballistics and nothing better for a brush gun.

Werd Vince! Ya know its time to stop when ya taste hair and boot soles!

After talking to my brother-in-law last night on the phone I just remembered another story to add to this list.

Around 25 years ago deer hunting in the northern woods of Wisconsin, my bil climbed down from his tree stand and told me he had to do a nature call and would be back shortly. After about 10 minutes I heard some yelling towards where my bil was headed, thinking he might have fallen or something, I headed in his direction.

Getting within sight of him, I see him looking up at a tree yelling all kinds of swear words and even some new ones I didn't know. Now it gets interesting because I now hear a girls voice up in the tree!! I started LMAO as she climbed down from the tree, and my bil was mad as he$$ and wanted to almost shoot her out of the tree for not letting him know she was up in the tree watching him take care of business down below.

But I think it worked out because he and that gal in the tree have been married 22 years now and have 4 kids.

Now that's a cool story...

Romance is where you find it. Do they tell that story to the kids :-)?

MacD wrote:

Romance is where you find it. Do they tell that story to the kids :-)?

Everyone knows how they met, to hear him tell the story cracks me up everytime I hear it. In fact, at their wedding an artist friend of hers drew up a portrait of her sitting in a tree and him doing his thing and gave it to the couple as a gift.