What is your fave campfire outhouse story? I read this one somewhere else.
Had a hunter who liked to hunt a stand that was only about 400 yards from the camp house. The road went right by the stand and we would drop him off in the morning and pick him back up when we came back in. One morning he shot a pretty good buck, tagged it but didn't gut it. Instead of waiting for us, he decided to walk back to the camp and get his truck to go get the deer. While he was back at camp, we came driving by, saw the dead deer laying there, and picked it up. We met him on the road and waved as we drove past each other. When we got to the camp, we unloaded the dead deer, sat it on the hole in the outhouse, and put a cigarette in its mouth and a beer by its hoof. About 30 minutes later the guy comes driving back up and tells the story of shooting the buck, tagging it, then going to get his truck. Said the deer must not have been dead and while he was gone, it got up and ran off. He wanted us to go help him look for it. We told him to go get a roll of TP from the outhouse so we could mark the trail. I thought he was going to have a runaway when he opened that door and saw his buck sitting on the crapper.
Had a hunter who liked to hunt a stand that was only about 400 yards from the camp house. The road went right by the stand and we would drop him off in the morning and pick him back up when we came back in. One morning he shot a pretty good buck, tagged it but didn't gut it. Instead of waiting for us, he decided to walk back to the camp and get his truck to go get the deer. While he was back at camp, we came driving by, saw the dead deer laying there, and picked it up. We met him on the road and waved as we drove past each other. When we got to the camp, we unloaded the dead deer, sat it on the hole in the outhouse, and put a cigarette in its mouth and a beer by its hoof. About 30 minutes later the guy comes driving back up and tells the story of shooting the buck, tagging it, then going to get his truck. Said the deer must not have been dead and while he was gone, it got up and ran off. He wanted us to go help him look for it. We told him to go get a roll of TP from the outhouse so we could mark the trail. I thought he was going to have a runaway when he opened that door and saw his buck sitting on the crapper.