Have you ever had a moment where you just give into nature? Where you just let go in a forest or somewhere and feel like a child again?

Once i was taking a walk up the hills (OMG, a onrpg member getting exersise!) and the rain started pouring down, and i mean really pouring down, my usual reaction would be to curse and find shelter, but instead I ran around like a child =O.

Well, what moments have you had where you feel spirtually linked with nature or felt like a kid again?

I was outside on the grass I just got done mowing, and decided to lay down. A bug was crawling on my arm, but I was tired and didn't really care.



The ****er started digging into my arm, so I squashed the ****er and burned the nearby forest.

**** you Nature.

The last time I was in a forest/jungle environment it felt like it was MGS3 all over again, and I had to watch out for The Sorrow. :eye:

2 dogs humping in my front yard

The most recent nature type thing I did was going fishing last saturday.

Couple of years ago I was enjoying a camp-out with my family

~Until I got mauled by a ****ing bear!

a ****ing bear!!

I was outside on the grass I just got done mowing, and decided to lay down. A bug was crawling on my arm, but I was tired and didn't really care.



The ****er started digging into my arm, so I squashed the ****er and burned the nearby forest.

**** you Nature.

That post made me feel spiritually linked to OnRPG.

1:47 the only time ive been close to nature
its funny if you watch the whole thing
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vXNrjZhrsPc

No.
Sorry, but, really, I've just never felt like that. I'm an urban dweller.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TkV-of_eN2w

I had a friend who once had to go when he was like out in the woods, so he just had to squat down, and afterwards, wipe his *** with leaves. Now, that's being one with nature.

I was outside on the grass I just got done mowing, and decided to lay down. A bug was crawling on my arm, but I was tired and didn't really care.



The ****er started digging into my arm, so I squashed the ****er and burned the nearby forest.

**** you Nature.

I like your story best.

DAD
My dad is legendary shitter. He's had some superb dumps in his sixty-seven years. My favorite shit story of his is definitely his masterpiece. My dad used to be a big hunter, and he and his hunting buddies used to drink a lot at the time. One early morning, my dad and brother were duck hunting. As they were walking to the duck blind, Dad had to relieve himself. According to my brother, Dad dropped trou and started spraying this reddish-brown shit on a tree. My bro he compared the color to a Krackel candy bar. It was so foul, my brother told me, that it probably could have knocked down any ducks flying overhead without a single shot.

They walked about a hundred yards to the duck blind. After about ten minutes, they ended up going back to the campsite because the ever-so-slight breeze still carried the stink over to the blind -- and they just couldn't tolerate the smell. Yes, it was that bad.

The clincher? The land where they went duck hunting belonged to one of my dad's hunting buddies. They went there frequently just to hang out and drink when they weren't hunting. I wouldn't believe this next part of the story if it hadn't been confirmed by my brother, my dad, three of my cousins, and at least three other people who were on that trip: apparently, when they went back two weeks later, the tree Dad shit on was dead. Yes, he killed the tree.


MY BROTHER
We'll call him "Bob" to protect the guilty from embarrassment. On another hunting trip (elk or deer, I believe), my brother went with my dad. As always, this trip involved my dad's usual hunting buddies, which included several of our cousins. Our cousin Dave (again, name changed to protect the guilty) was a prankster, and also a vile human being. Dave decided to make some chili, but he loaded that chili with laxatives. My dad warned Bob not to trust anything made by Dave, but my brother didn't heed this advice -- to his own detriment. He even had a second serving of this chili.

The next morning, my brother and father started walking from the campsite, to the main hunting area. As they started walking, Bob told my dad that he had to shit -- right now. Dad said to him, "What do you want me to about it? Just shit and get it over with." So Bob had to unzip his bright orange jumpsuit and start crapping. He would finish, and then five minutes later he'd have to do the same thing all over again. This went on for several hours; and he accomplished no meaningful hunting. In fact, his stench probably kept the deer far, far away.


MOM
My mother told me of an instance when she was out shopping. While she was at the store, she had an immediate gut pain and made a mad dash for the bathroom. Mom is just like me, and absolutely, positively will not allow her cheeks to make contact with a public crapper, not even if the stall comes equipped with *** gaskets to cover the seat. She was feeling the pain and as soon as she got her pants down just far enough to make room for her spray, she started splattering the back wall of the stall with shit. According to her, "crap went everywhere." She tried to use toilet paper to clean off the walls when she was done, but all it would do was smear. She felt guilty, but her attempts to clean it were in vain. So she left the store immediately.

She said she'd gone back a couple of weeks later, and again went to the restroom. To her surprise, her shit smears on the back wall were still there.


MY SISTER
This isn't a poop story, but a fart story. My sister (who we will call "Susan") was dating this guy in college (who we will call "Gary"). She and Gary have been happily married for over ten years now, but at the time they were just dating. The first time she met Gary's parents, she was a little nervous. Gary's mom was a bit uptight, and a little on the *****y side. They didn't fart around their house the way we did at our house. They weren't uncouth like my family.

Susan and Gary ate dinner with his parents, and after dinner they sat and talked for a little while. Susan accidentally slipped out a loud fart at the table, and immediately worried what Gary's parents would think about her. Apparently there were mixed reactions all around the table. My sister was mortified. Gary smiled as he looked down, trying not to laugh out loud. Gary's mom didn't appear too happy. Fortunately, Gary's dad made light of the situation. He said to her, "Was that you? I just wanted to make sure it wasn't me! I can't tell very well anymore..."


ME
I attend a major university that has a powerhouse football program. Since I had a commuter parking permit, I had to use the commuter parking lots, and there is one such lot in the stadium's parking garage. On this day, I parked in the garage and took the elevator down to ground level. As soon as I walked out of the doors toward my class, I felt an emergency poop coming on. I thought to myself, "Hold it until you get to the building." Unfortunately, the shit snake wanted to come out now. And I mean NOW.

I wasn't sure if I could go back into the stadium to use one of their many facilities. But then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a bright green porta-potty right by the stadium.

I thought to myself, "What is this porta-potty doing there?" It was next to a big semi truck that was being unloaded. As I walked to the front door of the porta-potty, I saw a sign on the front door that read "FOR USE BY ABC BROADCAST TV CREW ONLY."

I try to avoid portable shitters at all cost because they usually smell like hell. But this one looked brand new -- no scratches or anything. When I went inside, I was impressed by the lack of smell. Apparently this thing really was brand new and had rarely, if ever, been used. It didn't have any toilet paper, but I carry a pack of flushable wipes with me because I like to be prepared (and because public toilet paper is usually like sandpaper, assuming no one has decided to saturate it with their piss). So I did my usual hovering technique and dropped a huge load in the portable shitter.

When I was finished, it no longer had that pristine, unused smell anymore. It smelled like a typical porta-potty, as if a corpse were decomposing in there.

If memory serves, the ABC broadcast crew for that Saturday's game consisted of three people: Jamal Anderson, Bob Davie, and Terry Bowden. I can't stand Terry Bowden, so I like to imagine him walking in there and getting pissed because someone dared to use and stink up his pristine crapper.


pure win with nature

pure win with nature

I lol'd.

Oh so hard.

camped friday and saturday near an abandoned house since '85. pretty fun.

I have that urge to parkour when I go out for walks.

I love nature as long as there are no bugs or other gross things, and not too much sun.

There was this small park surrounded by giant skyscrapers near our place. I used to just sit and stare in the grass while watching birds and other kids playin there. Not that much of a nature trip, but the feeling of havin a park with grasses and trees makes it worthwhile

Yes.
I was in the middle of the woods, natured called, i went. It felt good cause i had to go real bad.
End of story.

yes, sometimes I left myself into nature, there was this time I felt like killing somebody so I broke into someone's house, kidnapped one girl, raped her in the forest and killed her after that, then cut her into pieces and took her teeths out and left them in her parents bed so that when they scream out I was under their bed laughing like a mad man, then I put out my shotgun and shoot then both and raped their corpses and ate them


yes...yes, I love giving myself into my ****ing pyschopath nature....no wait...you mean like forest camping with trees and crap?, oh shit

Did someone say nature?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nh2iyPmucFk&feature=related

"nature" moments, not per sé. What i have experience is a "sudden loss of feeling for time". That had to be in Liaoning, at a nearby park of the university i stayed. got "dragged away" in the decor and kind of lost track of time for a while.

well last year, i was exploring my new neighborhood when i stumble across this really BIG old tree...well next minute i was climbing the tree( the tree was so old that the branches touched the floor) and pretended to be like a monkey sorta thing when i turned around and there was this family staring at me =_=

Believe it or not, now that the weather is getting nicer...I spend most of my days outside.

I never used to be like that but now I feel closer to nature. I dunno why. Its just so...hmm. I dunno. Maybe I will post some pictures of where I hang out, and you guys will get it. :)

I love nature as long as there are no bugs or other gross things, and not too much sun.

May i ask why everyone panics around bees and wasps? if they land on you, all you have to do is just stay still till it flys off again, if your provoke it, it will see you as a threat and naturally sting you, the sting dosent hurt much anyway T_T.

I never let "nature" win.

May i ask why everyone panics around bees and wasps? if they land on you, all you have to do is just stay still till it flys off again, if your provoke it, it will see you as a threat and naturally sting you, the sting dosent hurt much anyway T_T.

To allergics bee sting can be deadly though.
But true, bees dont attack unless you provoke them somehow.

To allergics bee sting can be deadly though.
But true, bees dont attack unless you provoke them somehow.

Aye, but its their bloody fault if they get stinged in the first place, seriously, your flying around, then a huge giant figure starts screaming and running around you, trying to squash you with their massive hands or slice you to bits / electricute you with a fly swatter, and you have a sharp pointy object on the end of you that sends poisions into something.

what would you do?

I was outside on the grass I just got done mowing, and decided to lay down. A bug was crawling on my arm, but I was tired and didn't really care.



The ****er started digging into my arm, so I squashed the ****er and burned the nearby forest.

**** you Nature.

DUDE HAHAHAHA omg your posts r all epic, and i really mean all lol !

Nature moments ... when i was young i played with snails i made house with wooden sticks for them and feeded them rice. lolwut

Does belching and farting in middle of a quiet class count as "nature moment" because I heared lots of those from my fellow classmates. In fact, far as I can see, I'm in nature every day at school.

Last saturday.
Swam with some mates in the sea, put up a tent, made a fire, cooked some burgers. Was awesome.

So then I decided to throw myself down a sand dune... and then run at my friends but naked (they were walking back from getting some drink) and attacking them.

I got pics/a vid if you'd like.