Snowshoeing about four years ago, around - 30, had a **** attack, didn't want to use any clothes, tried birch bark. Sheat don't stick to birch bark, it's slippery stuff. Ended up doing a bidet style snow cone....one of the most hostile things I've ever experienced. never forget the TP now.
Another **** story..my buddy was at a winter camp with a bunch of guys. He is renowned for being fearless about anything. He went outside at minus 40 in his snowshoes in the dark for a dump. His buddies heard a blood curdling scream from the bush, and they figured if Mr. Fearless was screaming, it was bad. They ran outside, and there was Mr. Fearless, white faced, doing his pants up. Apparently his black lab had silently snuck around him in the dark and licked his bare rosebud in the middle of the movement. Geeze, what is it with dogs and poop eating?