A buddy in a club I was in told me about blue shop rags years ago, he said wipe your butt with them and then hang it over some barb wire, come back the next year and you can use again.
Old joke in the club I started 1st hunting in mid 90's was one of the old guys was hiking up the hills in Jackson Co. Some real hills in Estill Fork. He was hot and sweaty and as he and my step dad crawled between some rocks he found a handkerchief hanging on a branch. Thinking it got pulled from someone's pocket he removed his hat to dry his head and wiped his face. Step Dad looks down and bursts out laughing so hard all he could do was point. Someone had Dropped a Deuce and ya know what the handkerchief was used for.
