Maybe we could do another thread to have a contest to identify who pooped in the woods? (I love the scat identification book "Who Pooped in the Woods")
It's all woodscraft! Right?
Although that one time I was using my jerky shooter gun and I shot out a curled up dump of venison, spices, and salt and dried it in the dehydrator. Later that winter I was carrying it in my pocket for late season muzzleloading deer season. I placed it in some grass and called my buddy, Mikey, over to help with I.D. Cat, coon, skunk, sasquatch, everything was hazarded and immediately eliminated (PUN INTENDED). Eventually, we were both down on one knee looking closely at it. It was then that I bent over and started to theatrically sniff great sniffs of it. "Jeez, DUDE! Really?" was all he could say. I looked up and said it smelled kinda good. The look on his face was priceless, so I reached down and picked it up, "Here, smell it, it really smells good!" Mikey leans in with skepticism written all over his face, one tentative sniff and he launches a string of four letter words, ending with "Disgusting, gross, aw man!" (This is the same guy that will walk into a room, drop a silent fart and ask if anyone smells popcorn, then laugh uproariously as someone gets a lungful of poison gas) I could not help myself, I took a bite of the jerky "turd" and he retched. Big tough former Marine dry heaved while I died laughing. Good times.
