Now that's a funny story. I can particularly relate to it because my cousins and I often took dumps in the woods at the end of our deer hunting trips. I do think Dave-O missed a golden opportunity with the title on this one. How about: "Yo! Makin' A Mess In Da Hood!"

Couldn't resist.

Come on. Like the weight of the "monster log" wouldn't have been felt?

This has "urban legend" and/or "fiction" written all over it.

you ever been hunting doniker? you ever worn those thick padded hunting suits? they're heavy. the hoods are heavy. you're wrong.

Meh, I'm not a big fan of third-party stories. They never have the same impact as the first-person perspective. One thing I hate is hearing, "a friend of mine told me about this one time..." It just loses something for me.

Seems to me that any log found lurking in the hood of your hunting gear could qualify as a "monster" regardless of size.
Who says you can't take it with you?

Great title, Wiper!

I liked this story a whole lot, because it wasn't the norm. But, I think all hunters should have poop in their hoods. Tehehe. Just kidding. Better to hunt than to buy factory slaughtered animals.

He's lucky he didn't have diarrhea.

I agree with Doniker.

This story is bullshit.

Man, you guys are best buds all of a sudden.

"...inspect each other for signs of the odor..." bothered me some. Did they inspect each other as a parent checks his diapered infant, with the nose to diaper test? Did they frisk each other for turd? Do I hear dueling banjos in the background?

that guy is a dumbass

Entertaining story, but...

Humphry pulled the coveralls between his legs to not poop on his clothes, yet he was still careless enough to crap in the hood? Didn't he notice the absence of poop on the ground? I tend to know when I've expelled a monster log, and I'd be very curious about where the turd went if I was seriously concerned about soiling my clothes, especially if I was sober.

Shitz In Da Hood. (Derived from Boyz In Da Hood)

Tydirium: Yeah, our relationship really went to the next level when we started being physically intimate.

Jealous?

good thinking Harry Hole.

If I would have shit in the wood I would have looked at my work.
Who doesn't?

I knew you guys were doing it. I thought it was a funny story but I too think it's bullshit.

It was great!!! I love shit it's all I do!!

I assure the the story is true and not made up, Humphry told me the story while at work. If you dont believe it thats fine, but I heard it from the horses mouth.

hey daphne! yummy factory slaughtered animals!!
I must say, this is a hilarious story

Hey, you werewolf, (having ambiguous thoughts, must be part animal, so must be good, yet so naughty), that's not nice.
Now watch it before we decide to flea dip your mangy little tushie.

Hahahahahaha. That story reminds me of the vagrant villian of Nuttingup Forest, our dear old Gobbin Hood. Seems everytime he and Little John went deer hunting, Gobbin came home with a turd in his bonnet, and Gwinnie kicked his stinky ass outta bed.

Eeeeewwwwww!!!!!!

Hey werewolf! In foreign countries people eat dogs.

sound logical to me being a redneck and all

I liked this story. Picturing these two dudes looking at each other and sniffing each other down made me laugh. BUT I tend to agree with Harry Hole. I mean, you would automatically look for the turd in order to avoid stepping on it, right? Funny though.

Congratulations dypshyts. You've fallen for one of the oldest urban myths in the book.

Indeed!

I have to agree with Harry. Did this guy think a squirel took off with his turd? Here's an idea, locate your shit BEFORE you get in your friends truck. Dumbass!

In our motorcycle club many years ago one angry biker (biker A) shat in another's (biker B's) helmet. B put the helmet on - (well you don't check for turd in your crash hat do you?) - and finshed up with turtlehead and shoulders. Hmm.

Yuck!!!!!
Producing waste since 1967