LAST EDITED ON Mar-20-16 AT 09:59PM (MST)[p]True story time. A few years ago I got gout on the way to elk camp. Directions for the meds said "take one an hour until you poop". So, I did. I pooped once and took another pill for good measure. We get to the top of the hill and I gotta go again. Great, I figure it is my body getting rid of the uric acid.
I take the tent and unroll it. Gotta poop.
I pull the frame for the tent outta the bag. Gotta poop.
Get the stakes all lined up. Gotta poop. By this time I am hanging my hiney on the trailer frame next to the tongue going like a cow pissing onna flat Rock. Only it's poop.
I always carry my .45 around camp. So, on one of my last sessions on the throne, I noticed a bee flying too close to my private parts. I am allergic to bees, and probably more so on a sting to the nads.
My only option for getting rid of the bee was the .45 or some WD-40. The .45 fell to the ground as I was trying to hit the bee with the WD-40 and pull my pants up at the same time. And I kicked the .45 into the poop pile.
3.5 hours to set up the tent.