In the circles I move in we usually say that "We’re off for a shit I may be some time " and its not because we sit there reading the paper,its because afterwards we spend a lot of time checking the colour against a colour chart,the weight,density,aroma etc.just to keep tabs on our health.
As to frequency I personally like to stay flexible,adapting the timings to the conditions on the ground.
When me and my mates all got dysentry in the far east it was a pretty much decided on a democratic basis that when we were on our nature ramble that we would mostly take it in turns to have a crap quite often,infact very often,very very often.
It was also pretty much universally agreed that we would scrub round doing our dumps in freezer bags and carrying it as we would have ended up carrying half of ton of liquid shit with us,also we decided after a while not to bury it because we had neglected to take heavy earth moving equipment with us as it would have been too heavy to put in our Bergens and that would have been the only thing that could have coped with so much excavation.
By the way the fucking tablets DID NOT block us up.
The British Army operating in the jungle is incredibly devious,no washing,deoderants or even tooth brushing for several days before you set out because the bad guys can smell you.
Pity we couldn’t do fuck all about the smell of shit that must have followed us mile after mile.
All that stopping to listen every so often,listen!they must have been able to smell us from miles away.
In actual fact thats probably what saved our “arses”.
The bad guys probably caught up with us and then started gagging on the stench and then thought "Ah Well,fuckit no need to jump these people right now lets have a day off,we can always get them some other time "
And no lets not stop to eat I dont feel very hungry just right now.
And dont you believe all that bollocks about the highly trained indigenous trackers noticing that a moths wing had traces of dew on it so that obviously"Eight men one of them with a moustache,two of them Man.Utd. supporters etc. passed this way.
Even the Captain of the England cricket team could have seen our trail.
Yep you cant beat "Hearts and Minds "dish out some medical treatment to the locals and then let them poison you with a feast in your honour.
It must have totally perplexed them that we sort out their illnesses but then cant sort our own out,maybe they thought that it was some sort of ritual atonement or something.
And now I’m off to have a lie down as I’m obviously distraught.