First time I got stuck in a pirogue in S. LA with no place to get out, and a sphincter close to a bursting point, I started rifling through my 5 gallon hunting bucket/seat, moaning to my buddies that it was fixing to get ugly. Low and behold, I found a folded up trash bag, and a ziploc with a couple of clean paper towels. You would've thought I hit the lotto, as I scrambled to empty the bucket, get my britches down and the trash bag liner in place before the eruption started. Since that day, I have always kept a couple of what I deemed " Shit Kits" in my bucket, and they have been the source of relief when needed. Not as comfortable as Dave's marsh crapper, but damn sure got the job done! Also, much easier than trying to perch my arse over the side, which as we all know, is nigh impossible to do in a pirogue
"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