Not hunting related, but another #2 story my Mom likes to tell about me....
As the story goes, I was probably around 4 or 5, and my Mom and I were on the way back home from running some errands. I must have felt the urge coming on strong, and told Mom that I had to go poop. We were driving in the car, and there was really no where to stop and pull over. Being just a few miles from home, she tells me "to squeeze my cheeks as hard as I can." A minute later she looks back in the rear view mirror and sees me with my hands on my face, squeezing my cheeks so hard they were turning red, and my eyes were watering!! I guess I didn't realize what cheeks she was talkin' about, but either way it worked and I didn't crap my pants!!!