No wonder tailgaters have a crappy attitude!

I wounder if this months issue of F&S is inside?

The rational explanation is that someone is about to start a road project or something related to one near that intersection. In a few days you'll probably see a stack of those sawhorse barricades with lights and a few road signs stacked nearby as well. After that, the backhoes, and then......

the ghost light.

I feel sorry for the poor fella who steps in and falls face first into the seat when that thing see-saws on him!

Hey where did Bill go' asked Jimmy

"believe it or not they make great hunting blinds"

Please tell me that you meant that as really dry sarcasm.

Always tired of having to stop and go, here is a stop that you can take on the go!

I'm pretty sure Mike Diehl has the logical answer correct. Odds are there is some sort of project about to start near this intersection and they have brought the most important equipment for the job site first. If that's not the answer, this story will likely get significantly more interesting.

This season is really in the crapper

"Ha, ha, guys. Real funny! Now unlock the door, I'm getting cold."

This is assuming there are more groups like the bunch that hunts with me.

Stimulus package rest stop: 4 million dollars

Red-neck camping trailer!

Obama's healthcare plan was left on the side of the road.

mike diehl im serious take the crapper out cut holes in the side of it for windows and you got instant hunting blind we know guys who work in the portor john business and we get them they have been cleaned so its not like we wade threw other peoples left overs

Road Crews gotta go to you know.. can't use the bushes anymore

I don't think it's a road crew project. Never seen them leave toilets on the trailer. That is a nice trailer and I'm surprised it's still there! The trailer is obviously made for the john so I don't think it was a case of anybody pulling a prank (and again, why would they leave their own trailer?). I'm guessing it was either someone ripped off the john and then dumped it before they got caught or a mechanical issue with either the truck or trailer. The tracks make it pretty clear that the john didn't come unhitched (it would have wandered outside of the truck's tracks). More than likely a bearing seized in the trailer and the guy went back to town to get another one. Those tiny-wheeled trailers go through bearings faster than I use up jockey shorts. And these days my shorts don't last very long. Too much time on my butt in front of a computer.

After hours at our Mobile Command Post

You don't realize how creepy it was and how narrow your escape. That is yo yo's new home, after he moved from under the rock.

FEMA's new rescue unit!

Wait a about a minute or two after someone enters it and run up with a ATV hook on and run it down the road a ways!

The simplest answer is usually the correct one, but never the funniest.

The real story? Some local yokels (all with wicked senses of humor) waited until he who holds his liquor the poorest passed out. Then placed said buddy in pictured porta-john and drove it as near as they could to the middle of nowhere.

Let this be a lesson to us all. Never, ever be the first one to pass out.

Artificial bush!

I switched to FLOMAX!

I'm surprised that no one has stolen it, stripped it, and turned it into an ice fishing shack replete with trailor.

The owner was left on the throne when the truck towing his porta-john got stolen and drove away.

On the road Lisa Nowak (The NASA astronaut who allegedly tried to kidnap a woman involved in a bizarre love triangle with another astronaut) had the porta-potty she was towing come unhooked from her vehicle. She did not notice it until she was half way to Orlando. When police arrested Nowak for assault and attempted kidnapping of Colleen Shipman she was carrying a bag and inside the officer found a tan trench coat, a new steel mallet, a new folding knife with a 4-inch blade, 3 to 4 feet of rubber tubing, several large plastic garbage bags and about $600 in cash. Inside her car, police found an a half dozen latex gloves, MapQuest directions from Houston to Orlando International Airport, e-mails from Shipman to Oefelein, ( Air Force Capt. Colleen Shipman, who she believed was her rival for Oefelein's affections) and diapers Nowak said she wore to reduce stops along the highway after losing the porta-potty and a letter indicating how much she loved Oefelein.
Is this creepy? Just “depends”!

It felt like a nightmare! As waking up took over from sleeping and consciousness replaced unconsciousness, Thomas wanted to puke. The last nine months passed quickly. A good portion of the world’s population…gone; like sand sifted through a sieve, only the sieve was the walking death! It’s just a virus they all said; CNN, ABC, NBC, and even the venerable FOX news played it down. They played it all right until there were no news anchors left to play anything. Whoever didn’t catch the virus and become one of them was torn up and eaten by the ones that did.

Now it’s winter and the mid west with its wide open plains was a safe bet simply because it was so big and expansive. The droolers don’t move so well when its cold. Many haven’t been spotted out here because there was no reason for them to be here. No food! Oh yeah some of them managed to stagger out here – “how your guess is as good as mine” – but those droolers were dispatched promptly and without ceremony.

Tom found this house just as winter was announcing its presence. The owners or whatever occupants that lived here had left during the great panic. Tom supposed they probably thought it would be safer to be with other immune people, misery seeks company, that’s what his granpa used to say.

That the house and property bisected a fork on a road that apparently nobody… nobody that was left that is… ever used mattered little. A person could observe anyone or anything coming from miles away.

Tom got out of bed and stretched. He went to the window to see if the snow that started around midnight was going to amount to anything. When he bent the blinds open so he could see he froze. Sweat began to bead on the back of his neck and forehead even though the temperature in the little house was rather cool. He felt weak in the legs in that way one feels when they have just missed being in a very serious accident; the kind where you get this carnival ride feeling in your stomach.

Sitting almost at the point on the lot where the two roads make a fork is a trailer. Sitting on the trailer is a pot-o-potty just like the ones that magically appear before every new residential subdivision starts construction.

It wasn’t there last night, Tom was sure of it and he was a light sleeper; well almost a light sleeper. The fact is anyone dropping off a trailer is going to make noise, what with the unhooking the trailer chains, lifting off the trailer tongue, not to mention slamming truck doors getting in and out of the truck that towed it. That much noise would wake the dead. Well all the dead that wasn’t droolers anyway. Tom was pretty sure that droolers had no need of a portable toilet. The question remained…how did it get here?

Once while trout fishing in spring 2008 for brown trout in the Southern part of West Virginia I crapped in a toilet that was one hole that had been used by a number of fishermen before me, but had poetry all over the walls. It was a big box beside an embankment, so you couldn't see inside from the other side, and there was a poem that stood out right near the toilet paper. It looked like it was written by a 10 year old, and was full of misspellings. I definitely would have taken a crap in the woods and covered it up had I had the choice after seeign what I saw.