Farts in chest waders while duck hunting are bad enough, but I had an awful experience I'm not proud of, but will share here. It did not happen while hunting, but rather with a boatload of pretty girls.
A few years ago, I was on a scuba diving vacation with my wife in Fiji. Something I had eaten the night before disagreed with my digestive tract something fierce (probably uncooked veggies in the mango salsa). We usually spend around 70 minutes underwater on each dive. However, ten minutes into this dive, it became abundantly clear by the gurgling in my belly that I needed to expell some previously enjoyed food...quickly. I managed to hold it by keeping in my mind that there was a head (toilet) on the boat. We still had a second dive to do that morning before we returned to the resort, which was a 40 minute boat ride away. As I surfaced & was nearing the ladder to get out of the water and back on the boat, there was an explosion in my wetsuit. If you've never worn a wetsuit, they keep you warm by using body heat to warm the water that naturally seeps into the suit. The only openings in a wetsuit are at the wrists, ankles, neck, and the zipper. Thankfully, gravity was on my side. The bottom of my wetsuit was tucked into my dive boots, so nothing leaked out, but rather into my boots. Squish, squish, squish. That particular wetsuit was a back-zip model and the zipper tab had a lanyard attached to it so I could get in & out myself. As the boat headed to a beautiful empty beach for the surface interval, I stood on the dive deck in my soiled wetsuit. Across from me was another diver who, like me, was still wearing her wetsuit, also hanging out on the dive deck. My suspicions were confirmed that she'd suffered the same fate as me, when everyone else went up to the palm trees at the top of the beach to enjoy hot drinks and cookies, as we cleaned out our wetsuits in the shallows. I carry an extra pair of swim trunks in my gear bag for emergencies, which I changed into and left my soiled shorts tied to the anchor line to rinse. Thankfully, most of the solids stayed in the swim trunks. I washed my wetsuit out three times that evening in the outdoor shower and once more the next morning for general purposes.
When I prepare to hunt, I usually eat a little earlier the evening before and do my morning constitutional before I shower down. I also don't eat before I go to the woods. It makes me meaner & hungrier for venison that way. I keep some food & water in my pack, along with more T.P. than could possibly be used in several sittings. I had to sacrifice a couple of camo bandanas when I had no paper, which taught me a lesson.
Luck Counts, good or bad