Squatty Potty, Theory and Practice

I am not sure about a squatty potty, but after a horse wreck a few years back, my hip refused to cooperate in certain positions for a couple of years. In necessity, I came to the field solution of carrying a camp potty chair in the truck. It folded up, had 3 legs, didn't take much room, but best of all, it was stable when sat upon, if placed carefully beforehand. A hole could be dug in the target area, and it removed the problem of trying to hold oneself in a squatted position with a hip that refused to do so. Away from the truck, it was worthless, because it was to large to be carried around as part of normal gear. It lso did not come with a newspaper rack.

You haven't mastered the art, until you have "successfully" accomplished the act in 6-7 feet of powder snow, while wearing LONG "trail type" snowshoes, and not spent the rest of the day wearing part of the deposit, OR having it follow you around on the tail end of your snowshoes.

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ROTFLMAO

Loyal, post: 442480, member: 228 wrote: You haven't mastered the art, until you have "successfully" accomplished the act in 6-7 feet of powder snow, while wearing LONG "trail type" snowshoes, and not spent the rest of the day wearing part of the deposit, OR having it follow you around on the tail end of your snowshoes.

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I have experienced "epic failure" before in performing a deed that my ancestors were apparently far better at than myself. A good example of the "Five Ps"...
Prior Planning Prevents Poor Performance.

My brother use to keep folding toilet seat in his Dodge camping wagon. I never tried it. I guess I'm more of a fundamentalist and am always keeping my eyes peeled for a good downed log over which I might hang my junk if need be.

Reminds me of the time on one cold, blustery, windy winter day I came into the house to get warm by the fireplace.
While undressing I found a green, golf ball-sized sphere in my shorts.
I didn't know what is was, so I set it on the mantel while I finished undressing.
After a few minutes it went PFFFFT and disappeared.
I guess it was a frozen fart.

Don,
I bought a new comode last year.
It came from lowes.
There was this huge black man that worked there. He walked up, as I was trying to figure out which one. He showed me an extra tall one. It was advertised as "able to flush a bucket of golf balls". He recomended it.
I bought it. I like it tall. Well, wife is little. Kids are small.
We bought a squatty potty. Great companion to big throne.
It goes well with a tall, extra strong flush commode.
For those of you who are "in the dark" about this product, go to you tube, and watch the squatty potty commercial.
While you are at it, check out poopouri commercial.
Just remember, "if the girls don't find ya handsome, they at least will find ya handy!

N

Attach a toilet lid to your 2in receiver and back to a spot out of the wind, dig a hole, cover when finished and drive away.

Loyal, post: 442480, member: 228 wrote: You haven't mastered the art, until you have "successfully" accomplished the act in 6-7 feet of powder snow, while wearing LONG "trail type" snowshoes, and not spent the rest of the day wearing part of the deposit, OR having it follow you around on the tail end of your snowshoes.

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I think I'll stay where I am.

Dave Lindell, post: 442486, member: 55 wrote: Reminds me of the time on one cold, blustery, windy winter day I came into the house to get warm by the fireplace.
While undressing I found a green, golf ball-sized sphere in my shorts.
I didn't know what is was, so I set it on the mantel while I finished undressing.
After a few minutes it went PFFFFT and disappeared.
I guess it was a frozen fart.

Ya shouldda froze it for future use. 😉

I once had nature call while I was hunting in bib overalls. As I squat to do my business, with my rifle leaned against a tree about 10 feet away, two large bore hogs came out on me in the trail and looked as if they were to charge me. In my haste to retrieve my weapon, I inadvertently drug the suspenders through the previous nights consumption. I didn't get charged and the hogs ran off. I did however, have to walk back to the truck, nearly naked, and put on coveralls and left the overalls in the bed of the truck for a hose down at the house.

I have no idea about the product you speak, but noticed the thread had turned to unfortunate events of the defecation type, and thought I'd enter my horror story. 🙂

Dave Lindell, post: 442486, member: 55 wrote: Reminds me of the time on one cold, blustery, windy winter day I came into the house to get warm by the fireplace.
While undressing I found a green, golf ball-sized sphere in my shorts.
I didn't know what is was, so I set it on the mantel while I finished undressing.
After a few minutes it went PFFFFT and disappeared.
I guess it was a frozen fart.

Good thing you didn't put it on the hearth - might have had an explosion!

Don Blameuser, post: 442473, member: 30 wrote: Do you have any happy memories or success stories to share?

My son has one and thinks it's 'da bomb. Of course, it's nothing more than an overpriced plastic stool to put your feet on while sitting on the throne of thought.

Mark Mayer, post: 442543, member: 424 wrote: My son has one and thinks it's 'da bomb. Of course, it's nothing more than an overpriced plastic stool to put your feet on while sitting on the throne of thought.

I've been a squatter for years. My wife gets mad because of the boot prints I leave on the toilet seat though.

gschrock, post: 442552, member: 556 wrote: Many years ago we were working at a remote hydroelectric site. Access to one work area was by boat only, The original base of operations for the mid 20th century construction of the dams includes housing and other amenities; some were still in operation to support maintenance and operations crews. This included a chow hall (now closed). We lowly surveyors were allowed to dine there, and we noticed that the fare was high-bulk, high calorie fuel for the line crews and constructors who really need it. A typical sack lunch could last someone all day (I have no idea where they find bread slices that large); dinner servings always seemed to be several pounds of meat with enough sides to feed a family of four.

After a few days of this resulted in frequent and extraordinary nature breaks. One near a permanent base station we have set up there left me exhausted and in need of a nap.

Visiting the site at the time were a whole gaggle of geologists and geotech engineers, and engineering students - all there to try to analyze a rock slide of concern. We chatted with them on the boat rides to the site and one expressed his interest in hunting for evidence a legendary creature that is said to inhabit the wilderness of the northwest (and seemingly any area of wilderness worldwide in variations befitting local lore). While I respect the fellow's earnestness in his endeavors, I confess that when he asked if we had seen any evidence (spore and hair, etc) I suggested checking out the mysterious huge pile near our base station. Shame on me.

That's a hoot. I can see the headlines..."Forensic analysis determines Bigfoot dines at Hometown Buffet..."