- Location
- The Conservative part of Ontario
The worst outhouse sometimes has the best memories. :lol:
We had one at my first deer camp that will live in my mind 'till the day I die.
It was built on the edge of a bank overlooking the lake. It had no door. The view of the lake was fantastic.
Then, I went out early in the morning......
The wind had shifted durring the night, and an icy blast now blew straight across the partly frozen lake. As my flashlight shone in the door, I was greeted by quite a sight. Used toilet paper flapped up through the hole. As I got closer, I could see hoar frost standing nearly half an inch high around the perimiter. Constipation suddenly gripped me, and I knew only a log in the bush would release my agony.
We had one at my first deer camp that will live in my mind 'till the day I die.
It was built on the edge of a bank overlooking the lake. It had no door. The view of the lake was fantastic.
Then, I went out early in the morning......
The wind had shifted durring the night, and an icy blast now blew straight across the partly frozen lake. As my flashlight shone in the door, I was greeted by quite a sight. Used toilet paper flapped up through the hole. As I got closer, I could see hoar frost standing nearly half an inch high around the perimiter. Constipation suddenly gripped me, and I knew only a log in the bush would release my agony.




















































