Kathleen Meyer realized that there was no completely frank discussion of how to sh*t in the woods (and how not to). She put pen to paper and came up with this pithy, humorous yet informative tome. Well worth reading as pulling it off properly does require some lost skills.
It was unlikely that I would find my one of my favorite outdoor stories in this book, but I did:
For the better part of a nippy fall morning,
Edwin had been slinking through whole mountain ranges of gnarly underbrush in pursuit of an elusive six-pointer. Relentlessly trudging along with no luck, he finally became discouraged, a cold drizzle adding to his gloom. Then a lovely
meadow opened out before him — its beauty causing him to pause. His attention, now averted from the deer, relaxed into a gaze of pleasure, and he next became increasingly aware of his physical discomforts; every weary muscle, every labored joint, every minuscule bramble scratch — and then another pressing matter.
Coming upon a log beneath a spreading tree, Edwin propped up his rifle and quickly slipped off his poncho, sliding the suspenders from his shoulders. Whistling now, he sat and shat. But when he turned to bury it, not a thing was there. In total disbelief, poor Edwin peered over the log once more hut still found nothing. It began to rain, and the pleasant vision of camp beckoned. Preparing to leave, he yanked up his poncho and hefted his gun. To warm his ears, he pulled up his hood. And there it was on top of his head, melting in the rain like so much ice cream left in the sun.
How to Sh– in the Woods at Amazon