So my uncle leaves the shack early one morning to go duck hunting with his buds. Half way through the boat launching operation, the urge hits uncle and heads into the pucker brush to take a crap. Things go well.
He cleans up, gets dressed and heads back to the boat launching operation. Then, he realizes his wallet fell out of his pocket while his pants were down.
So, he returns to the crap spot and hunts for his wallet. He sees it in the twilight, grabs it, and realizes an error. What he is grabbing is soft. And warm. And smells like OMG - he grabbed his chit!
He told me this a couple of years ago. I told him the only thing dumber than grabbing your chit is telling me about it!
