Alright blood trail, you are not alone. My dad normally tells the story. I would say I have ibs. We were fishing a pond hopper tournament. At the time, I had a toliet seat on portable legs. Do you see where this is going? It was well before daylight and it was dark. It hit me! I set up the outfit while Dad and a friend started fishing. Time for the paper work. Legs break. They here me saying, "crap, crap, crap!". Little did they know that is what happened. Next thing they see is a naked man headed into the pond. It was a dry summer and the pond was extremely low. Still dark and no clue on what is what.