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opcorn:
I tend to find the woods with paper towels and my trusty WWII style etool, or a cornfield when the corn is up. (My anonymous contributions to arboriculture and agriculture) I've been known to make proper use of abandon farmstead buildings and bin sites. Under an occasional bridge also lends an option.
I haven't used the chipper box yet, but I keep it in mind always. Coop members put in requests for chips. I’d hate to dump on them like that, they are the owners. It’s bad enough that loads are often laced with thorns and poison oak/ivy, but to bury a landmine to boot is unthinkable.
Why it is nothing short of domestic terrorism!
Can you imagine the poor individual happily mulching the ole landscape and getting stuck a few times with a few ironclad thorns, and then coming in contact with a landmine, or thorns laced with landmine material. It could be bad, real bad, and then add a good case of poison ivy/oak to boot.
I can hear the call to Coop headquarters now.
Therefore, if ever I have to rush to the chipper box, my post dumping dumping options become very inconvenient.
I've never used the homeowner's bathroom, but if I was in a real bind with limited options, I wouldn't be above asking. Beats getting caught before or after and I'll bet I'd lose the job and/or the contract if I did. That would be one expensive Doogie Howitzer, M.D. (Massive Dump)
I try to take care of business before I go out for the day and I generally don't eat too much more than raw healthy snack food during the day with my V8. I'm sort of on a routine schedule. By the time I make it home it is usually the first order of business, or at least on the way I can stop if need be.
Timing is the key to success in so many things, but one must be flexible as well, willing to adapt to changing conditions if you catch my drift.
Example:
Ice Storm, December 2007, Joplin, Mo.
Sitting down to eat yet another steak dinner I'm overwhelmed with the notion that I had better run to beat the running within. 3 trips before the steak ever made it to the table.
This was bad boogie, and after a few bites I retired to my room. The boys knew I was sick to walk away from that. Whatever it was, it was going around and it looked to be my turn.
I was up all night going to and fro and getting worse. My wife called and she suggested dark chocolate for the flavenoid content. She said that it had cleared the kids up many times before and you don't have any troubles with them taking enough for effect. Sure beats Pepto and the like, which never really worked too good for me anyway.
So the next morning I wasn't any better, but I loaded up and we rolled out for the fuel stop. I wasn't sure if this was a good idea or not, but I prayed and hoped for the best.
I stocked up on three bars of Dove's Dark Chocolate for breakfast and that was the abrupt end to all the nonsense. I didn't even go until I made it back in. I worked all day some 12+ hours and felt great to boot.
So the next time the runs try to keep you from running, give dark chocolate a whirl, just don't get hooked on it like me.