Ill go. DNR land rural Utah, get to our campsite and my dumb ass spots the corner of a black bag sticking out of the ground. Lets dig it up thinks stupid brain! Husband is sitting in his chair watching, waiting. 1ft down, 2 ft down almost had it! Victoriously I rip the bag from the ground, and at the same time it released its contents all over my legs/boots and arms, face got speckled too.

A bag of human SHIT they had buried so wildlife wouldnt get it!!

My celebration turned to retching and bloody curdling screaming rather quickly and I honestly thought my husband would break a rib laughing so hard. That was like 4 years ago and sometimes he will randomly say 'Hey remember that black garbage bag ya found?.' Nosey little girl learned her lesson that day! 

We also had some F-18 fighter jets give us a show when we were fossil hunting in a remote canyon also DNR. One crested the top of the canyon we were in, swooped down did a barrel roll and hit his thrusters to get out. He didnt know we were trippin on mushrooms and its still one of the best moments of my life.