You all know I don’t hunt. And over the years I’ve been invited many times to head south to the boonies in Indiana and hang with the hunters (including my husband) for a day of food and fun. So Saturday I headed south to the boonies to hang with the hunters.
Please note: If ever you head south on the back roads through Indiana to the boonies, don’t do it after drinking a full pot of coffee. Otherwise, you’ll be in trouble. Real trouble.
Serious – I need to tinkle – trouble.
And you’ll be in the middle of no where.
And nothing.
But cornfields.
Through the boonies.
So you’ll seriously consider tinkling in a corn field.
And the corns been picked.
Oh look kids … there’s cows. And pigs. And a lady squatted down in the middle of an empty corn field.
To be continued …
Have a wonderful day all …
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Way to leave me hanging on the edge of my seat. When we were stuck on a closed highway for 8 hours in Pennsylvania, similar options were available for a full bladder. I can’t wait to hear your solution to this problem!
Not even a hedge row??? I would ask your husband to pull out the hunting blind and set it up. With a bucket you have an instant port-o-john!
This is why I almost always have my traile hooked to my pick up. Perfect place to pee