Plenty of times while camping. Once out of necessity.
I was going to drop off an application to a technical college about 35 miles from my house. Before I went I washed my car, Armored everything, and cleaned the windows. Threw the rags with windex on them behind the seat and went in and had some lunch. There was nothing to drink except for milk which in general doesn't agree with me. Anyway I finish up my BLT and milk and head off. I decided to take a back way to see if it was any faster and I got stuck behind a large truck that I couldn't pass. It was really getting on my nerves and I felt my stomach give that "you better get to a toilet fast" grumble. It got to the point where I was about to pass out from gripping the steering wheel and clinching my ass cheeks (didn't want to sh!t on my leather seats). Finally I couldn't take it anymore and said "fvck it, I gotta go". I took the next right and pulled the car over. Surprisingly there was a line of traffic waiting to turn on the "main" road. I didn't want them to see me running to the woods so I waited for the traffic to clear. I jumped out of the car, ran across the street and went for the woods. I fgured I should run into the woods for a little more privacy. Turns out as soon as you get a few feet in it takes about a 30' drop so I ended up tumbling down the hill. Now I'm all scratched up and dirty but I still have to go. I drop the pants and propped against a tree. AAAAAhhhhhGGGG; relief. I finished up and wiped with the rags from behind the seat. You would not believe how much Windex burns.
Well then I brush myself off and climb back up the hill. I decided I might as well go ahead and drop off the app. While driving I kept smelling sh!t but assumed it was just a lingering fart. I stopped at the McDonalds a few miles from the school to clean myself up. As I walked to the bathroom people were snickering. I thought they were laghing at me being dirty. When I get to the bathroom I wash my hands and stuff and turn around to look at my backside in the mirror. Apparently I had miscalculated the trajectory of the sh!t (fvcking metric conversion) and got it all over the back of my pants. That was a bad day.
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