The hunt camp outhouse

Best crapper I've been to had three sides (with a roof of course) and the back of it was to the prevailing winds.

Key to a good ####ter is not onlt proper sitting height but a nice piece of 1" blue or pink styrofoam to sit on while you pinch a loaf.

Even at -35 2 seconds and your ass is toasty warm. :D

Beauty thing about the styrofoam is that it doesn't soak up the #### if someone misses :x so its an easy trim :roll:

And yes I am an -35 styrofoam one holer survivor.
 
My favourite was actually at a scout camp, not hunting. We were on a 1 week canoe trip way up north in Sask and somehow our supper for that night got tossed with the trash (some genius thought it would be a good idea to keep the smokies in a garbage bag). That day for lunch we'd already had weiners and beans, and that was lunch the next day too, as well as supper (and most of us had em for breakfast too). It was quite the musical camp that night. I think I had to dash for the woods about 3 or 4 times. It was getting hard to find a spot. Ah...the memories...
 
i tried to find a pic of our crapper at the moose hunt last year....but its lost in my computer some were :shock:
momma bear you got a copy of it??? can you post it please :D
a kiss and a beer will be the reward :D
 
Mumptia said:
Best crapper I've been to had three sides (with a roof of course) and the back of it was to the prevailing winds.

Key to a good s**tter is not onlt proper sitting height but a nice piece of 1" blue or pink styrofoam to sit on while you pinch a loaf.

Even at -35 2 seconds and your ass is toasty warm. :D

Beauty thing about the styrofoam is that it doesn't soak up the s**t if someone misses :x so its an easy trim :roll:

And yes I am an -35 styrofoam one holer survivor.
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Now that's pretty clever, I would have never thought about using blue foam like that. :D
 
Three pages of ####ter stories.
I never would have believed it.
Gatehouse's #### house dimension story reminded me of the time 'big john' built a ####ter for the hunt camp. He's 6'3, and most of that is legs. I really don't know how high that damned seat was, but I know I could barely tough the floor when I was sitting, and I'm 6'2".
One day, he came back from the ####ter, steam rollin' out his ears, hollerin' "which one of you short asses put that chunk of firewood in my ####ter"
One of the guys was only about 5' tall, but he didn't own up to it. The firewood stayed too.
 
easiest ''outhouse'' we have is to carry a wooden toilet seat,drilled so you can spike it down,then cut two limbs and nail them either side of a couple of 6'' to 8'' trees 3 or 4' apart, then nail the toilet seat down on the limbs.Dig a shallow hole and each time it is used, toss in a shovelful of dirt.
 
I almost lost a friendship over a hasty crapper construction. I put a cheap toilet seat with a 2X4 beside a birch pole that conveniently stuck out of the side of a cut bank. Worked fine for me, but my buddy weighed at least 100 lbs. more than me, and the birch pole was punkier than it looked. His wife had to help him clean up, and he was NOT a happy camper. I went for a walk when I heard him yell, because I knew it would be BAD to laugh in front of him, but I couldn't stop. Years ago I was in a outhouse where they had had trouble with mice chewing the toilet paper. Someone had strung a wire across near the ceiling with the toilet paper on it and left a sign: "If the bum-wad is chewed, the mice arre high-wire artists; contact Ed Sullivan".
 
The boys in the Bunkhouse:

About mid-week, the car dealer came down with a bad cold ... and Doc wasn't feeling too good from a self-induced over-load of single malt from the night before. They opted to stay in camp to recuperate whilst the boys ran the Blue Lake Country ... an all day jaunt about half a township over.

Seems the car dealer got to feeling a little better after lunch, as did Doc.
The two of them decide to pull off a little still hunting not too far from
camp. About 4:00, Doc shoots a bear, about 150 pounds worth or a little more, maybe last year's cub. Doc & the car dealer drag him out after field dressing.

Well Doc & the car dealer were a little quiet all through dinner, not even making eye contact with each other, but both admitted to feeling a lot better.

Howie's the first one out to the one-holer after dinner.

What an unholy racket & clammer. Ohhh, many bad words.

Seems Doc & the car dealer propped bruin up in the crapper
"in position" on the seat, with a roll of toilet paper craddled in
one paw.

Howie admitted it was quite a sight when he opened the door
and shone the flashlight in !!!
 
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