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We're up in the mountains my brother and me. High up enough, we thought, to get away from the scummy city types.
We round a bend to a little fishing hole on a stream that he knows, and what do we see? About twenty or thirty people of various ethnicity, most of them kids, bathing in the pristine mountain stream.
Cursing under his breath my brother finds a different spot upstream where we procede to spend some time fishing and swimming in a couple of smaller pools in relative solitude.
Then I have to take a shit.
Having no paper, and no facilities, I find a little faster flow of stream between some high rocks and drop my load.
Side note: if you ever get a chance to shit in a gently flowing mountain stream I recommend it. Natures bidet.
With nothing to break it up my turd is around 14 inches long, and yes, its a floater.
As we drive back down past the bathing masses later we can't help but laugh histerically about who found the 'brown trout' that day.
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