Literally scared s***less

Craig Lamb and I are stationed at the boat service yard located near the TD Convention Center, where the Classic Expo will be held. We have been expecting a wave of Classic anglers to arrive any minute, since the wind has now turned Hartwell into high seas. But Jacob Powroznik remains the only one we've seen.
So with this break in the action, I decided to check out the service yard porta-potty. Once I settled in, I heard what I could only imagine to be a raccoon swimming its way through the sewer slop below me. And positioned as I was, vulnerable and blocking its most likely escape route, I made the decision to exit immediately.
My terror reached new heights when the door wouldn't open. The headline flashed through my brain, "Outdoor Writer Trapped In Outhouse With Rabid Coon."
It was fight-or-flight time. So I put my shoulder to the door aided by an adrenaline rush and forced it open.
What's this got to do with the Bassmaster Classic, someone/everyone might ask. Answer: That's how hard the wind is blowing now in the Greenville area. It's blowing so hard you've got to jail-break from a porta-potty. And it's blowing so hard that pine needles from nearby trees are scratching the porta-potties like, um, rabid raccoons?