Flightstopper wrote:Lol! That's exactly the response I got when I shared it on Facebook. Figured I could route it to the jet and eliminate the bucket and mess

Ding Ding, we have a winner!!!!!!
Necessity is the mother of invention for sure, and when the pressure is on, ya gotta get some relief. A few years ago, while hunting from a pirogue in the LA marsh, the urge came over me........ugh, no where to get out of the boat, too soft, and my hunting partners were snickering as I was getting nervous, and about to blow a gasket. No hanging it over the side without tipping, and I started looking through my hunting bucket. Found several ziplocs loaded with paper towels for just such an occasion, but where to go? My buddies were snickering because it happened to one of them a few weeks prior, and he had to a make a nest in the bottom of the boat with cane and grass to catch, and throw out of the boat after he was done. While rummaging through my hunting bucket, I found a folded up trash bag.........bingo! Unloaded the contents of the bucket, lined it with the trash bag, and viola, a comfortable way to get relief. Ever since that day, every time we go down to Venice to hunt, I make up a half-dozen "shit kits", consisting of a folded trash bag and several paper towels, crammed into a small zip lock, and pass them out to my partners before the hunt. Problem solved

"It ain't what you don't know that gets you in trouble. It's what you know for sure, that just ain't so"
Mark Twain