We have all been here before.
Ever get to a favorite “honey hole” pull on those waders for a morning on the water and then it begins. Nature calls, it calls in 2 ways. #1 is a wicked tickle and #2 is a serious blast from the colon.
It’s May, it’s the off season, the frickin’ tourist are neatly tucked in their suburban yuppiedom and I am having a #2 crisis on the banks of the Betsy River.
LINK (Via: Fishers Landing)