One stick pony

Despite the increasing urbanisation of our existence, there remain certain times in a man's life when he needs to be alone with his thoughts, free to ponder unfettered the mysteries of life. One such time is whilst taking a crap. Unfortunately, my friend has not yet managed to convince his dog of this truth.

I consider myself a reasonably experienced backwoodsman, but throwing a stick whilst leaning against a tree with my trousers around my ankles is not a skill covered in any of the handbooks. My friend received just recompense, however. Anyone who has ever looked after a dog knows how much they enjoy rolling in excrement.