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Originally Posted by montsnmags
One of the blokes in the beach swimming club my Dad belonged to got DotW (Dick of the Week) for making just such a misjudgement on the way back from a swim-meet (he'd got the bus to stop, just so's he could make his "emergency landing").
I've only ever laid cable once out of doors, and it was right back at the start of memory (I remember it being in the dunes behind the isolated, facilities-less, beach camping area). Other than that, thunderboxes are about the limit of my (semi-)outside experience.
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I've been a scout so I've done my dooty out there a many times. The worst is in the woods at night. You never know when a rutting moose might come along.
