Pickles by Brian Crane for August 01, 2019

TMI.

This is how it begins. Forever after he will always have to tinkle ON something. Yuck.

I went on a hike with my father and a church member on a hike Tuesday and we tinkled on a few trees. Didn’t proudly brag about that to my stepmother.

I whizzed into the Lehigh River around Coplay back in ’86. Something about the sound of moving water…

Nature called, and Nelson answered!

Leave the trees more fertile than you found them. Good job.

he answered “nature’s call!”

Nelson in the winter you can write your name in the snow ;-)

It’s good to mark one’s territory.

Before you say anything, Opal; would you rather have him go on a tree or in his pants?

Poor tree…

Just beware of electric fences! (ask my dog)!

Every kid needs to experience the raw outdoors….OPAL! are you ok?

It’s great to be a guy. Stop trying to take the fun out of it.

Eye roll. . . groan . . .

he actually learned something about being outdoors every where’s the bathroom behind the tree

That’s technically nature, although it is kind of gross.

Hope there was no poison ivy or oak around. Or no chiggers for that matter.

And there you go.

It’s a guy thing.

When we’re older, it’s the little things we remember about our time back with our grandparents. For me, it was their jar of Vanilla Wafers that never went empty.

A typical young boys comment.

At least use a real word like micturating to hide the fact of urination.

Nothing connects man with his primitive heritage quite like peeing in the wild does.

I remember when my little boy (now 35) “tinkled on a tree” in the great outdoors the first time. He was thrilled :)

I doubt there are any boys that do not relish.. tinkling on a tree. Mother nature was not kind to girls.

To a 5 or 6 year old boy, that’s high adventure!

My Uncle took my cousin and me dinosaur hunting in Crystal Palace Gardens when I was almost three. Tinkling in the bushes was what I remembered best too!

I’d hate to tell you what a friend of mine did in the wilderness when out hunting and struck by a sudden bout of food poisoning. Hint: It didn’t involve anything exiting the mouth.

When I was young (before I could read), I was terrifically confused by the name of Peter Pan’s friend “Tinkle Bell”.