[Closed] Your worst trail poo experience.

When I was about twelve, climbing a big wall to get in to an orchard to 'borrow' some apples. Vaulted on to the wall (about six foot or more) and my hand sunk in to a massive dog egg. Warm, moist and deep. To this day I can't fathom how a turd that size got that high up.

Whatever happened to jumping mates on pallet ramps. We used to always do that and there was never a short supply of people willing to lay on the floor waiting to get hit.

Whatever happened to jumping mates on pallet ramps. We used to always do that and there was never a short supply of people willing to lay on the floor waiting to get hit.

Nothing compares to that giddy dread of having your older brother attempt to jump you and your friends on his Grifter.