The Legend of the Shithouse Killer: The Old West’s Most Prolific and Peculiar Outlaw

Once upon a time, in the dusty, dusty plains of the Old West, there emerged a figure so bizarre and so deadly that even the fastest gunslingers of the era kept their distance. His name? The Shithouse Killer—a man whose notoriety was as peculiar as his methods were lethal. The Shithouse Killer reached almost every town in the Old West. Killing unsuspecting victims seeing or pooping and then gunned down. Buy not all may have been him buy copycat killers killing for various reasons.

Origins of a Misfit

Born Bad Stick, as his mama unmercifully hollered at him, he grew up with a chip on his shoulder and a penchant for mayhem. Rumor has it that his parents’ constant berating about his lack of charm and his dismal aim turned him into someone who took revenge in the most unconventional ways. The shadiest part? He hated women—probably because his mama made him clean the outhouse every day, and he blamed them for his bad upbringing.

The Iconic Tactic: The Outhouse Gunning

The Shithouse Killer’s signature move was as simple as it was morbid: whenever a target wanted a quick dump in the outhouse, he’d strike. As soon as the victim entered and was shutting the door, he’d pop out of the shadows and unleash a hail of gunfire—or, on rare occasions, dynamite. The explosion often turned the outhouse into a fiery wreck—sometimes, as legendary tales claim, blowing the structure clean to Kingdom Come.

Legend has it he did this several times, earning himself a reputation as the most prolific (and most peculiar) killer of the Old West. Folks in Gatesville, Texas, whispered that he had once received a $2,000 bounty to blow up a judge’s wife in her outhouse—proof that his reputation for destruction had escalated far beyond simple notoriety. He said no man could shoot his handgun once he started pooping. So, at times, he waited until his victim started cutting that poop lose.. He said he just loved blowing shit up.

Dynamite Demolition

Not content with just guns, Bad Stick once upped the ante by attaching a stick of dynamite to his execution plan. It turns out that a well-placed blast could eliminate his targets faster and more spectacularly than a regular gunshot. His dynamite stunt was so infamous that some say he could make an entire outhouse vanish in an instant—leaving behind only a cloud of smoke, a stench of sulfur, and a legend that would last for generations. Sometimes, a whole town smelled like fresh shit after he blew up four outhouses at one time killing all four men inside them.

Price on His Head

Amazingly, despite his erratic methods, or maybe because of them, the Shithouse Killer charged $500 per kill. It was an odd fee for the Old West, but in a land where law enforcement mostly carried whiskey bottles, it was enough to keep a paycheck coming. The sum was said to be so high that bounty hunters from neighboring towns would sometimes skip town just to avoid getting involved in his chaos.

Why Did He Do It?

Some say Bad Stick’s motive was revenge, others claim it was purely the thrill of destruction. But most agree it was his childhood grudge—harsh words exchanged between him and his parents, and especially the disdain for women—that drove him to target those seeking privacy in their outhouses. As legend has it, he considered the toilet his sacred domain—an unprotected place ripe for vengeance.

The Legacy

Today, the stories of the Shithouse Killer remain a twisted and humorous reminder of the unpredictably wild Old West. His exploits have become a cautionary tale—and also a source of dark comedy. After all, it takes a special kind of outlaw to make the simple act of taking a crap into a deadly game of cat and mouse.

In Conclusion

The Shithouse Killer may not have been the finest marksman or the most charismatic outlaw, but he certainly secured his place in history—and in the collective nightmares of anyone who ever needed a private moment on the throne in the Old West.

And remember: next time you’re in Gainesville, Texas, keep your doors bolted, and your outhouse visits quick. You never know when the next dynamite-launching, gun-toting, outhouse-obliterating outlaw will be watching.

The End.