We learned a valuable lesson about poo today. But it takes a short story to explain it.
My friend who will remain nameless and I went on a new hike today. We have heard that there are lots of bears on this hike, so we made sure we had our spray, and we made lots of noise along the way. We kept running into piles of poo like this along the trail. They looked fresh; they were still glistening as if they just came from the bear's bottom. And they were huge. We were kind of intimidated.
We passed 5 or 6 of these piles along the trail, each looking fresh, so our anxiety continued to grow. But, being seasoned Kodiak hikers, we weren't about to turn around because of some poo. After about 3 miles of walking, my friend realized that she too needed to go poo. Like, now. At this point, we were on the trail, in the woods, completely surrounded by Devil's Club, which is this really intense plant covered in sharp thorns. Between that and the Bears, we decided it was best if she just pooed right off the path rather than wandered into the woods too far. She literally liqui-pooed almost directly onto the path. Then we walked away as fast as possible so nobody could connect us with the pile.
After about another half mile or so, the trail came to an end and we had to turn around and head back the way we came. When we got back to my friend's poo pile, it was SWARMING with flies. Hundreds had found their way to her pile. Clouds of them. We were so grossed out, but at the same time we realized "That bear poop isn't that fresh! There were no flies on it!!" (Yes, we basically shouted this in unison). Lesson learned: rejoice in bear poo that has no flies on it. 
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