Out of pure paranoia I always have plastic bag and some bog roll in my tackle bags, this comes from having a turd at a lake once 'off the beaten track' only to here a few hours later that someone had stamped in it. I could hear the shouting across the lake, I was mortified but held my silence. So I started to carry the plastic bag with me, with the thought that if I have to go, I can drop one in the bag along with the roll and take it with me when I leave, don't want to leave another trap for someone, and certainly not litter. Anyway, I got caught short one time, and despite the epic struggle of trying to hold on, nature eventually one I HAD TO GO. I waddle in to the bushes, drop me cacks and hold the bag up to my arse, you can normally feel your handiwork as a log drops into the bag, this time nothing, which was strange, I proceed to wipe, only to notice that there was a turd nestled gently in my underwear by my ankles, the bag had a hole in the bottom and I never checked it. I must admit that I froze, didn't have any idea what to do. In the end I gingerly removed my legs from my clothes, rolled the turd up in the boxers and disposed of them in the ditch. I went home. This is the first time I have shared my troubles with anyone. Somehow it's easier telling people you have never seen. One chalked off to. Youthful inexperience.