Farting in the Woods

[KurtR]

I’m calling for the ban of farting in the woods. Here we blaming to many people or long range hunting here it’s been farting dropping success rates this whole time

 

[LeftyWilbury]

farting is how I know scentlok clothes don't work.
or at least all the ones i own are defective.

 

[NRA4LIFE]

Have you ever chased your wife out of the bedroom with a real nasty one?

 

[Ridge Runner]

Made the mistake years ago on making homemade chilli on night one of an elk hunt when i was stuck sleeping in the cab over in a camper. Buddy started chuckling about 2 am and I quickly, and much to my displeasure, discovered why he was laughing. Never again will I make chilli while sharing a camper.

 

[EastHumboldt]

The real reason we go into the woods is so we can cuss and fart and smoke and eat pop tarts, or onion potato chips with onion dip., and drink whiskey every night. And talk about stuff that would draw side-eye from the womenfolk. Filling a deer tag is just an excuse for all that.

 

[NRA4LIFE]

Made the mistake years ago on making homemade chilli on night one of an elk hunt when i was stuck sleeping in the cab over in a camper. Buddy started chuckling about 2 am and I quickly, and much to my displeasure, discovered why he was laughing. Never again will I make chilli while sharing a camper.

Chili or anything with beans is not allowed at hunting camp. Ever. Nor anything with sauerkraut.

 

[westernarcher]

Heathers Choice gives me the nastiest farts. I have never had anything remotely close to that time. At the start of this thread I thought it was one of my buddies on THAT ONE hunt.

 

[2531usmc]

Three full pages of guys telling fart stories and fart jokes. Why did I expect no less?

 

[ArrowForester]

OK then....lets skip the stories and jokes and get down to the clinical basis of the problem....HAFE


This is Why You Fart So Much at Altitude

It’s called high-altitude flatus expulsion, and yes, it’s a real thing.

Bill Zlatos

Feb 4, 201

Sergey Pesterev

I huffed and puffed as I approached the summit of Mt. Kilimanjaro. In retrospect, some of my puffs weren’t just breath.

At 19,341 feet Kilimanjaro is the highest peak in Africa, and draws about 35,000 climbers every year. But those visitors are leaving more than footprints: Rip-roaring bouts of flatulence are standard-issue up here. An article in the Huffington Post estimated that these climbers release 75 cubic meters of intestinal gas in a year. (I don’t know how they arrived at that figure. I’m just glad I was not the one who measured all those fumes.)

When I asked my Tanzanian guides, Arnold Fredrick and Michael John, if climbers fart much on Kilimanjaro, they looked at me, confused. Then I made a noise like an eighth grader, and they laughed. Yes, they said, climbers do tend to blaze a trail, especially on summit day.

It turns out that smelly condition has a name: high altitude flatus expulsion, or HAFE. Its discoverers—the pioneers of alpine flatulence—are Dr. Paul Auerbach, Redlich Family Professor Emeritus at the Stanford University School of Medicine and a founder of the Wilderness Medical Society, and Dr. York Miller, professor of pulmonary and critical care medicine at the University of Colorado School of Medicine.

In the summer of 1980, the two young doctors were hiking in the San Juan Mountains of southwestern Colorado, on a mission to summit three 14ers. When they climbed above 11,000 feet, they noticed something didn’t smell right.

On the trail and in the tent, their bodies emitted noxious fumes. The two friends accused each other of being the guiltier culprit. The farts flew so frequently, Dr. Miller said, that "informally we were trying to outdo each other."

“I thought it was all the freeze-dried chili he was eating, and nuts and GORP and beans,” Dr. Auerbach said. All the beer they downed might have contributed, too.

About how much gas did he and Dr. Miller pass?

“I can’t give you the exact volume,” Dr. Auerbach replied without hesitation, “but it was enough to blow up at least five party balloons. The good part was it seemed to keep the insects away.”

Even the best sleeping bag can contain only so much stench before it leaks out. At night, Dr. Auerbach curled up against the tent wall, struggling to get as far away from his friend as he could.

Dr. Auerbach wondered if there was a name for this odoriferous condition. Dr. Miller suggested Rocky Mountain barking spiders. They decided that if they were going to publish their findings, they’d need a more formal moniker.

Familiar with high altitude pulmonary edema and high altitude cerebral edema, Dr. Auerbach suggested high altitude flatus expulsion. Like the physical phenomenon it was named after, the moniker had a certain ring to it.

When they returned to their homes, the pair sent a letter about their discovery to the prestigious New England Journal of Medicine, but it held its nose. They then submitted it to the now-defunct Western Journal of Medicine, which published the letter in its February 1981 issue.

In the letter, the doctors attributed the disorder to the “expansion of colonic gas at the decreased atmospheric pressure of high altitude.” or Boyle's law.

"Take a balloon and blow it up at sea level and carry it to the top of Kilimanjaro,” Dr. Miller said. “The balloon is going to get bigger. There's less atmospheric pressure on the outside of it." Likewise, he continued, there's less atmospheric pressure on the outside of a hiker at high altitude, and any bubbles in his or her gastro-intestinal tract will expand. It’s similar to the bends experienced by some deep-sea divers but not as serious.

The doctors now say they don’t know for sure what causes high-altitude flatulence.

Perhaps the lower concentration of oxygen at altitude affects the bowels’ ability to move digested food, Dr. Auerbach theorized, giving it more time to create gas.

In subsequent months, the Western Journal published a flurry of letters on high-altitude farting from sympathetic readers. Perhaps they were relieved to know that they had not suffered alone. Bombarded editors eventually pulled the plug.

Drs. Auerbach and Miller’s discovery became a kind of legend in the backpacking community. Thirty-six years later, a six-minute short titled HAFE: The Story Behind, released at Telluride Mountainfilm, commemorated their discovery. In the movie, Dr. Miller said he had received more notoriety from his HAFE letter than any of the other 150-plus scientific manuscripts that he has published.

Of course, many guilty hikers are loath to admit their dirty deed.

“When my wife is hiking at high altitude, I know she’s going to start [passing gas] because she starts talking louder,” Dr. Auerbach said. “I don’t know if she wants that in the national press, but the kids know all about it.”

I got my own close-up look at HAFE on summit day. As I trudged to Kilimanjaro’s summit, I made a special point to note how my digestive system was responding to the higher elevation. I recorded my first gastric blast about 1:30 a.m. After that, my brain entered a high-altitude fog that clouded memory and perception. I could scarcely think of anything, except taking another step and trying not to roll down the mountain.

Afterwards, I asked Arnold how my digestive system performed. “Yes, you farted a lot,” he responded. “The good thing is that all this farting doesn’t destroy the mountain.” He added that, while Tanzanians looked down their noses at farting in public, they were willing to give foreigners a pass.

I asked Arnold and Dr. Auerbach: if trekkers feel the need to let loose on the trail, what should they do?

Let it go, they agreed. Holding it may cause too much discomfort.

“I don’t know why people are ashamed of it,” added Dr. Auerbach. “It’s a natural process, and at altitude it’s enhanced.” If anything, “you shouldn’t put your hind end into a campfire, because back flashes are a real phenomenon. I’ve never heard of anybody exploding because of that, but people have been singed where they don’t want to be.”

And that, readers, is the toot, the whole toot, and nothing but the toot.

By

Bill Zlatos

 

[DanimalW]

I thought this was possibly by hunting partner writing this until he said they didn’t get into elk. He shot a bull, so I think it was tolerable. I had a few days of it worse than ever in my life. Like every step downhill was an audible fart when we were moving quicker. We were both laughing hysterically.

 

[fwafwow]

I knew a kid growing up who was convinced he could fart in class and no one would smell it if he breathed in enough, quickly, so as to essentially filter out the smell.

Lesson for hunters - employ the buddy system. Two filters are better than one.

 

[fwafwow]

Have you ever chased your wife out of the bedroom with a real nasty one?

I made mine vomit

 

[fwafwow]

A person have to fart otherwise it travel up your spine and that how you get shitty thoughts.
As far as farting in the truck start a fart jar everytime someone drops ass put a $1 in the jar. You just need simple rules: like both feet have to be on the ground before it considered outside the truck and 3-4 farts in a row is only $1. On the way home stop for food and the fart jar pays the bill. We had over $100 for 4 of us. Good times

If you fart into the jar, is that a “safe fart”?

 

[OMF]

Who DOESN'T love farting??? That's how you earn extra credit on the man card.

Seriously, if an animal can not associate the "fart smell" with a human, they don't know it came from a human. Just like pee and poo. They may "know" the scent is "not normal" or familiar in their environment but they don't automatically associate it with humans/danger.

 

[KurtR]

After hunting all day we made a big pot of spaghetti with bertolli sauce. Out the next day it started raining me and buddy set up a tarp he was dead asleep snoring I thought wind blowing through fart no problem. Woke him up and started gaging I never laughed so hard .

 

[sbaker0029]

When I was younger my granddad and I would camp and hunt out of his old Ford econoline van.
We'd sleep in the back. The farm we used to hunt had an old falling down barn that had power ran to it.
On the cold nights he'd run and extention cord in through the cigarette window and place a space heater on the dash.
This man was known for dropping serious ass, he'd ran my grandma out of the bedroom on several occasions from his farts.
Every fall weekend from late September to Thanksgiving weekend for years I slept next to this man in the close quarters of the back cargo area of the van.
He loved to eat canned smoked oysters and sardines while we were camping because my grandma wouldn't allow him to eat them in the house.
The farts were vile. When we had the space heater running it made things just terrible. You'd get the first dose right off the bat, then it'd drift up to the front where it was reheated by the space heater and blown back for the double whammy.

But as far as farting while hunting, just play the wind and it shouldn't matter.

As far as the truck ride back, not cool. A few are okay but damn he did you dirty.
Window locks are you friend in that situation. Blast the heat and lock his window down and freeze his ass out and see if he keeps farting like that.

 

[NRA4LIFE]

OK then....lets skip the stories and jokes and get down to the clinical basis of the problem....HAFE


This is Why You Fart So Much at Altitude

It’s called high-altitude flatus expulsion, and yes, it’s a real thing.

Bill Zlatos

Feb 4, 201

Sergey Pesterev

I huffed and puffed as I approached the summit of Mt. Kilimanjaro. In retrospect, some of my puffs weren’t just breath.

At 19,341 feet Kilimanjaro is the highest peak in Africa, and draws about 35,000 climbers every year. But those visitors are leaving more than footprints: Rip-roaring bouts of flatulence are standard-issue up here. An article in the Huffington Post estimated that these climbers release 75 cubic meters of intestinal gas in a year. (I don’t know how they arrived at that figure. I’m just glad I was not the one who measured all those fumes.)

When I asked my Tanzanian guides, Arnold Fredrick and Michael John, if climbers fart much on Kilimanjaro, they looked at me, confused. Then I made a noise like an eighth grader, and they laughed. Yes, they said, climbers do tend to blaze a trail, especially on summit day.

It turns out that smelly condition has a name: high altitude flatus expulsion, or HAFE. Its discoverers—the pioneers of alpine flatulence—are Dr. Paul Auerbach, Redlich Family Professor Emeritus at the Stanford University School of Medicine and a founder of the Wilderness Medical Society, and Dr. York Miller, professor of pulmonary and critical care medicine at the University of Colorado School of Medicine.

In the summer of 1980, the two young doctors were hiking in the San Juan Mountains of southwestern Colorado, on a mission to summit three 14ers. When they climbed above 11,000 feet, they noticed something didn’t smell right.

On the trail and in the tent, their bodies emitted noxious fumes. The two friends accused each other of being the guiltier culprit. The farts flew so frequently, Dr. Miller said, that "informally we were trying to outdo each other."

“I thought it was all the freeze-dried chili he was eating, and nuts and GORP and beans,” Dr. Auerbach said. All the beer they downed might have contributed, too.

About how much gas did he and Dr. Miller pass?

“I can’t give you the exact volume,” Dr. Auerbach replied without hesitation, “but it was enough to blow up at least five party balloons. The good part was it seemed to keep the insects away.”

Even the best sleeping bag can contain only so much stench before it leaks out. At night, Dr. Auerbach curled up against the tent wall, struggling to get as far away from his friend as he could.

Dr. Auerbach wondered if there was a name for this odoriferous condition. Dr. Miller suggested Rocky Mountain barking spiders. They decided that if they were going to publish their findings, they’d need a more formal moniker.

Familiar with high altitude pulmonary edema and high altitude cerebral edema, Dr. Auerbach suggested high altitude flatus expulsion. Like the physical phenomenon it was named after, the moniker had a certain ring to it.

When they returned to their homes, the pair sent a letter about their discovery to the prestigious New England Journal of Medicine, but it held its nose. They then submitted it to the now-defunct Western Journal of Medicine, which published the letter in its February 1981 issue.

In the letter, the doctors attributed the disorder to the “expansion of colonic gas at the decreased atmospheric pressure of high altitude.” or Boyle's law.

"Take a balloon and blow it up at sea level and carry it to the top of Kilimanjaro,” Dr. Miller said. “The balloon is going to get bigger. There's less atmospheric pressure on the outside of it." Likewise, he continued, there's less atmospheric pressure on the outside of a hiker at high altitude, and any bubbles in his or her gastro-intestinal tract will expand. It’s similar to the bends experienced by some deep-sea divers but not as serious.

The doctors now say they don’t know for sure what causes high-altitude flatulence.

Perhaps the lower concentration of oxygen at altitude affects the bowels’ ability to move digested food, Dr. Auerbach theorized, giving it more time to create gas.

In subsequent months, the Western Journal published a flurry of letters on high-altitude farting from sympathetic readers. Perhaps they were relieved to know that they had not suffered alone. Bombarded editors eventually pulled the plug.

Drs. Auerbach and Miller’s discovery became a kind of legend in the backpacking community. Thirty-six years later, a six-minute short titled HAFE: The Story Behind, released at Telluride Mountainfilm, commemorated their discovery. In the movie, Dr. Miller said he had received more notoriety from his HAFE letter than any of the other 150-plus scientific manuscripts that he has published.

Of course, many guilty hikers are loath to admit their dirty deed.

“When my wife is hiking at high altitude, I know she’s going to start [passing gas] because she starts talking louder,” Dr. Auerbach said. “I don’t know if she wants that in the national press, but the kids know all about it.”

I got my own close-up look at HAFE on summit day. As I trudged to Kilimanjaro’s summit, I made a special point to note how my digestive system was responding to the higher elevation. I recorded my first gastric blast about 1:30 a.m. After that, my brain entered a high-altitude fog that clouded memory and perception. I could scarcely think of anything, except taking another step and trying not to roll down the mountain.

Afterwards, I asked Arnold how my digestive system performed. “Yes, you farted a lot,” he responded. “The good thing is that all this farting doesn’t destroy the mountain.” He added that, while Tanzanians looked down their noses at farting in public, they were willing to give foreigners a pass.

I asked Arnold and Dr. Auerbach: if trekkers feel the need to let loose on the trail, what should they do?

Let it go, they agreed. Holding it may cause too much discomfort.

“I don’t know why people are ashamed of it,” added Dr. Auerbach. “It’s a natural process, and at altitude it’s enhanced.” If anything, “you shouldn’t put your hind end into a campfire, because back flashes are a real phenomenon. I’ve never heard of anybody exploding because of that, but people have been singed where they don’t want to be.”

And that, readers, is the toot, the whole toot, and nothing but the toot.

By

Bill Zlatos

I know about altitude farts. Me and a buddy were riding the very crowded tram up to the top of Jackson Hole one year and I let one rip. We had ate clams the night before. I think some people were ready to jump out. I didn't tell him it was me for a couple years. That was 40 years ago and he still talks about it.

 

[NRA4LIFE]

And another time, same buddy and me were in a goose blind with my dad in WI. Every 2-3 minutes or so my dad was emitting some of the nastiest smelling gas ever associated with the planet earth. After an hour or so we couldn't handle it. Hunt over. We didn't get a single bird that day. I think they could smell it.

 

[CorbLand]

Worked a snow removal job and one day there was three of us in a Kubota UTV. Driving down a side walk on the way back to the shop. I was in the middle and had to fart. Wasn’t particularly gassy that day and none of them stunk. So, I did what I had to do.

We are talking layers, it’s winter. Underwear, thermals, pants, carhartt overalls, carhartt coat. It took less than five seconds for the smell to fill that cab. There wasn’t even time to do a couple sniffs and ask who did it. The driver opened the door and stepped out without stopping. The passenger wasn’t far behind. I was laughing so hard, it took me a little longer.

I have never topped that one and don’t know if I ever will. It was seriously bad. They made me ride in the bed back to the shop.

It spurred a new smell test. If someone says something stinks, one of the guys will look at me and say “how bad on the Kubota rating?” 100% of the time, the answers have been “not even close.”

 

[Fireflyfishing]

Craft brews. That’s the culprit. I stopped drinking them and my guy got smaller and started felling better.