Camping Stories!

[blazer]

I was hoping some of you would like to share your funny camping stories and your encounters with wild animals!

[blazer]

Here is one of mine:

well, I can tell you all some funny camping stories that involved wild animals. Once, my hubby and I and the two girls were camping in a tent. Bart decided he had to go to the restroom in the middle of the night! It was dark and scarey and there are bears there and mountain lions. Right after he left, I heard the most awful scream I had ever heard in my life! I just knew the mountain lion was going to get us! Needless to say, I had my hand on our pistol!We managed to survive without being eaten by a wild animal.

[super cool ski instructor]

:))


I have one. It is a tradition that the whole family goes camping up in Mackinaw City over Labor Day. One night my brother and his friend were going into town to go to a bar to watch a game that was on that night. They asked me to come and pick them up at around 1 am. 1 rolled around and my cousin and I took off in the truck to get them. I drove around the bend in the road and right there in the middle of the road was a huge black bear. All of your windows were down. We both screamed like little girls...and that must have strartled the bear because it looked up at us like a deer in headlights and took off into the woods.

To this day we tell everyone about the terrible way we almost died :)) :))

[birdonawire]

We were camping on a beach and the raft I was playing around in got caught in a tide and I almost got sucked out into the Pacific ocean.

I was 14 not a strong swimmer and it scared the hell out of me. I have only been back to the beach once since.

[blazer]

:))


I have one. It is a tradition that the whole family goes camping up in Mackinaw City over Labor Day. One night my brother and his friend were going into town to go to a bar to watch a game that was on that night. They asked me to come and pick them up at around 1 am. 1 rolled around and my cousin and I took off in the truck to get them. I drove around the bend in the road and right there in the middle of the road was a huge black bear. All of your windows were down. We both screamed like little girls...and that must have strartled the bear because it looked up at us like a deer in headlights and took off into the woods.

To this day we tell everyone about the terrible way we almost died :)) :))
That is funny! :)

[blazer]

We were camping on a beach and the raft I was playing around in got caught in a tide and I almost got sucked out into the Pacific ocean.

I was 14 not a strong swimmer and it scared the hell out of me. I have only been back to the beach once since.

Glad u survived Bird! :hug:

[Mustang JEB]

Does this include "Band CAmp" stories???

:lol:

[megs280]

Just a funny camping story..no wild animals.

I used to counselor at a Girl Scout camp in the summer and we lead the girls on a back packing trip through the Appalachian Mountains which was fantastic. There were 3 of us counselors. The counselor in charge was fairly large in size (and was rumored to like women). I carried the poles and the other counselor brought out the tent from her bag when we reached the camping site which turned out to only be a 2-person tent.

I was last to bed and the other counselors had already claimed the two sides of the tent..so I had to sleep in the small space between them. It was terrible! I layed there with close contact from them on both sides, and just stared straight up at the stars which I could see through the netting while they snored. One of them unfortunately had flipped over in her sleep and her face was inches from mine so I had to move closer to the other counselor. I think I slept for about 2 hours when I forced myself to get over the uncomfortable feeling .

I was ready to take my sleeping bag out and put it on the ground outside but since we were in a clearing in the forest with a lot of insects and some wild animals lurking including possibly bears around at night that was not an option for me. Next time, I knew to carry my own tent and poles...I did not care at all about hiking with the extra weight in my pack.

[free2B]

not really a wild animal story, but when some friends and I were camping, not really roughing it, cuz his folks had a farmhouse in Pennsylvania, we had been drinking a few beers, and were on the way back from the store with some more, when we rounded the bend their was a cow standing in the middle of the road:eek: we slammed on the brakes and had a close call, we then drove into the nearest driveway and informed the owner that his cow was still standing in the middle of the road, on the way back to the house he says I know a shortcut, well he was driveing my car, and suddenly the road turns into a creek, well we are up to the windows in splashing water and I actually see a fish flopping out of the stream. I thought we were going to drown, or get stuck in the middle of the stream, we made it through, and he said I always go this way, the water was just a little higher than usual, I said at least you could have told me we were going through a creek!

[blazer]

Does this include "Band CAmp" stories???

:lol:

oh yes! Any type of camp stories you want to post just keep it clean. :)

[blazer]

Just a funny camping story..no wild animals.

I used to counselor at a Girl Scout camp in the summer and we lead the girls on a back packing trip through the Appalachian Mountains which was fantastic. There were 3 of us counselors. The counselor in charge was fairly large in size (and was rumored to like women). I carried the poles and the other counselor brought out the tent from her bag when we reached the camping site which turned out to only be a 2-person tent.

I was last to bed and the other counselors had already claimed the two sides of the tent..so I had to sleep in the small space between them. It was terrible! I layed there with close contact from them on both sides, and just stared straight up at the stars which I could see through the netting while they snored. One of them unfortunately had flipped over in her sleep and her face was inches from mine so I had to move closer to the other counselor. I think I slept for about 2 hours when I forced myself to get over the uncomfortable feeling .

I was ready to take my sleeping bag out and put it on the ground outside but since we were in a clearing in the forest with a lot of insects and some wild animals lurking including possibly bears around at night that was not an option for me. Next time, I knew to carry my own tent and poles...I did not care at all about hiking with the extra weight in my pack.

talk about uncomfortable!

[blazer]

not really a wild animal story, but when some friends and I were camping, not really roughing it, cuz his folks had a farmhouse in Pennsylvania, we had been drinking a few beers, and were on the way back from the store with some more, when we rounded the bend their was a cow standing in the middle of the road:eek: we slammed on the brakes and had a close call, we then drove into the nearest driveway and informed the owner that his cow was still standing in the middle of the road, on the way back to the house he says I know a shortcut, well he was driveing my car, and suddenly the road turns into a creek, well we are up to the windows in splashing water and I actually see a fish flopping out of the stream. I thought we were going to drown, or get stuck in the middle of the stream, we made it through, and he said I always go this way, the water was just a little higher than usual, I said at least you could have told me we were going through a creek!

oh my gosh! I bet that was scarey! :))

[blazer]

Okay, another camp story. This was from Bible Camp. I was a teen. The boys stayed on one side of the motel. They were susposed to stay on their side and the girls stayed on the other. Well, the boys got the bright idea to come over to our room and carry us one by one to throw us in the pool. We tried to fight but it was hopeless. So, when my turn came, I was glad I had shaved my legs, it actually was kinda fun to be carried by such cute guys. :redface:

[GoBucks]

I have one... Years ago before my husband and I were married he convinced me to go camping (I'm not really an outdoor girl, spiders, snakes & such)... Well, we find this beautiful secluded spot along Craigs Creek, we set up camp and go for a nice long walk in the woods... We get back to our camp and a Herd of Boy Scouts had pitched camp all around us, all very excited and all juiced up on sugar... it didn't turn out to be the romantic night we'd been shooting for.

[blazer]

I have one... Years ago before my husband and I were married he convinced me to go camping (I'm not really an outdoor girl, spiders, snakes & such)... Well, we find this beautiful secluded spot along Craigs Creek, we set up camp and go for a nice long walk in the woods... We get back to our camp and a Herd of Boy Scouts had pitched camp all around us, all very excited and all juiced up on sugar... it didn't turn out to be the romantic night we'd been shooting for.

so, did you get your romantic night later?

[GoBucks]

You bet! And after 10 years of marriage we are still going strong

[blazer]

You bet! And after 10 years of marriage we are still going strong

We used to have a pop up camper. The plan was for hubby and I to go up to camp for one night of romantic time, then the kids come up the next day. Couples need time alone together without the kids.

[blazer]

Here is another camp story. My niece and I decided we would play a trick on the boys in our youth group. It was her idea. She is the mean one.:mrgreen: She said, '' Why don't we make them some brownies with ex-lax in them?'' I agreed, so we made them. Her daddy was going to eat one and we stopped him. It took us a long time to get to Florida that year. :)

[Ardathair]

While in the Boy Scouts, I got into the habit of sleeping in a hamock. (Getting a sleeping bag or blanket around me in one took some doing but other wise I'd freeze.) Just above the hammock, I would run a line and hang a poncho over it. Everyone was convinced that I'd still get soaked if it rained. One trip, there was a big storm. Me being a teenager, I knew everything and insisted on still sleeping like that. I had a hard time falling asleep from wondering if I made the right choice. In the morning, I found out it had rained harder than we thought it was going to. Most of the area had standing water, and all the tents were flooded. I was the only one dry. Except for the Scout Master and the two other adults in his tent who slept on cots.

[blazer]

While in the Boy Scouts, I got into the habit of sleeping in a hamock. (Getting a sleeping bag or blanket around me in one took some doing but other wise I'd freeze.) Just above the hammock, I would run a line and hang a poncho over it. Everyone was convinced that I'd still get soaked if it rained. One trip, there was a big storm. Me being a teenager, I knew everything and insisted on still sleeping like that. I had a hard time falling asleep from wondering if I made the right choice. In the morning, I found out it had rained harder than we thought it was going to. Most of the area had standing water, and all the tents were flooded. I was the only one dry. Except for the Scout Master and the two other adults in his tent who slept on cots.
Good story! I remember one camping trip me and my family went on. it came a monsoon of a rain storm and we had to leave in the middle of the night because our tent was soaked!

[Mustang JEB]

We had a field op once, guess it was 95 or 96..

Anyhow, we had this one female Lt, kind of manly looking, not unattractive, but just had somewhat of a manly face I guess..

I was out on patrol and walked up on her shaving out of her canteen cup..


Her face..

[blazer]

We had a field op once, guess it was 95 or 96..

Anyhow, we had this one female Lt, kind of manly looking, not unattractive, but just had somewhat of a manly face I guess..

I was out on patrol and walked up on her shaving out of her canteen cup..


Her face..

Are you sure she wasn't a man?

[Mustang JEB]

Are you sure she wasn't a man?


Well, that is kind of the point..

But having been through boot camp, I know there was ample time to "spot" any irregularities before an "imposter" would have been able to make it to the fleet.

[blazer]

Well, that is kind of the point..

But having been through boot camp, I know there was ample time to "spot" any irregularities before an "imposter" would have been able to make it to the fleet.

Maybe she just had alot of manly characteristics?

[Mustang JEB]

Maybe she just had alot of manly characteristics?


She definately had alot of testosterone.

[blazer]

She definately had alot of testosterone.

That would suck! I am glad I am glad I am 100 percent woman!

[blazer]

bump

[blazer]

One time we went camping. It came a very bad thunderstorm. We had tarps over our tents but the water came rushing up under our tents like a river! So, we had to pack up and carry the kids home in the middle of the night. It was a thunderstorm with an embedded tornado!

[sgdp]

I don't really go camping, but the one time I did just recently, we were about 20-30 yards from a railroad track. My friend and I grew up near this track and it never disturbed our sleep or anything.

Well, the train seemed especially loud. We couldn't figure out why.

Turns out somebody we knew ran his car into the train committing suicide. The sound we heard was the metal being dragged under the wheels.

:think: This wasn't very funny. I'm such a thread killer. :eek:

Sorry. I guess it's "ironic funny".

[blazer]

I don't really go camping, but the one time I did just recently, we were about 20-30 yards from a railroad track. My friend and I grew up near this track and it never disturbed our sleep or anything.

Well, the train seemed especially loud. We couldn't figure out why.

Turns out somebody we knew ran his car into the train committing suicide. The sound we heard was the metal being dragged under the wheels.

:think: This wasn't very funny. I'm such a thread killer. :eek:

Sorry. I guess it's "ironic funny".
actually it is spooky!

[bitterclinger84]

My dad's g/f loves to tell this story:

Her son (Tad) and I are pretty close in age, and our families have been camping together since I was about 13. One night, Tad and I stayed up late talking on this huge, flat rock near our campsite. It got cold so I went and got a sleeping bag and we laid it out and fell asleep. Tad kept taking the covers, so I got annoyed enough to go in my tent.

The next morning, his mom thanked me for walking him to his tent. I was like "What are you talking about?" She was like "Tad came down to the tent with someone who had a flashlight and he said 'Thank You' to the person before getting in the tent." She thought it was me.

Tad, on the other hand, didn't remember even walking down the hill to his tent!

We never figured out who it was, but we're betting on a park ranger. :)

[free2B]

bye:hug:

[blazer]

Bye Free! :hug:

[blazer]

My dad's g/f loves to tell this story:

Her son (Tad) and I are pretty close in age, and our families have been camping together since I was about 13. One night, Tad and I stayed up late talking on this huge, flat rock near our campsite. It got cold so I went and got a sleeping bag and we laid it out and fell asleep. Tad kept taking the covers, so I got annoyed enough to go in my tent.

The next morning, his mom thanked me for walking him to his tent. I was like "What are you talking about?" She was like "Tad came down to the tent with someone who had a flashlight and he said 'Thank You' to the person before getting in the tent." She thought it was me.

Tad, on the other hand, didn't remember even walking down the hill to his tent!

We never figured out who it was, but we're betting on a park ranger. :)
Maybe an angel?

[free2B]

it wasn't really camping but we went and got the whole back end of the hatchback filled up with dry branches and pine cones then we started a huge bonfire we already had some big pieces of dry wood we got a really good fire going then we drank some beer we stayed real late and I fell asleep in the car when me and my friend woke up in the morning their were like 3 deer right up close to the car anyway we left before bigfoot came:lol:

[blazer]

it wasn't really camping but we went and got the whole back end of the hatchback filled up with dry branches and pine cones then we started a huge bonfire we already had some big pieces of dry wood we got a really good fire going then we drank some beer we stayed real late and I fell asleep in the car when me and my friend woke up in the morning their were like 3 deer right up close to the car anyway we left before bigfoot came:lol:
That is a park called Red Top mountain where the deer will come right up to your car! I love to go there!

[countmein]

I was hoping some of you would like to share your funny camping stories and your encounters with wild animals!

Well, if wild animals includes Jr. High boys, here goes.....

When I was in between the 5th and 6th grade, I had a sleep over with my softball team. We lived out in the woods, it was summer, so we thought it would be a good idea to pitch a tent outside and sleep out there instead of having 10 or 12 girls running around in the house. After everyone got settled in for the night, and things had gone pretty well up until now, a couple of local boys decided to scare the beejeebers out of us...............and they did. They ran up to the tent and started thumping on it. Yah, that got a dozen or so girls screaming at the top of their lungs. Then they hightailed it to the woods. They would fall back for a little while, long enough for us to calm down some, and then move in a little closer and just start making all kinds of noise. Some of these girls were actually in tears. Finally, one of my older male cousins went out to find them to have a little talk with them. He knew the guys. They left us alone after that. Of course my other cousin who was 8 years older than us came out to join us in the tent for the night and we never had another outdoor slumber party again. It was moved to my granny's house, which was big enough to hold that many girls, and of course it was once a................................................. ......................














funeral home, but that is another story for another time. ;)

[blazer]

:)) Funny now but not back then!

[blazer]

Sunday, November 18, 2007
Indiain Cliffs Boy vs Bear
Indian cliff are in a camp just outside of Narrowsberg NY called Ten Mile River is made up of five camps along the river or the river area. although i was not Jewish for some reason the troop i was in happened to go there. I am glad they did it is home to Indian cliffs. This is a bout 2-1/2 miles form the base of camp. As The story has

it young Indian boy went to prove his manhood by killing a bear. He found a bear to fight the fight was a tough one for both the boy and the Bear. With the boy badly injured and the bearalmost dead the boy pulled the bear int a cave and sealed it off. They tried to open it and cant because the cliffs would be lost. So many years latter i returned and had taken some photos. One dayWhile hanging out with so friends someone noticed two things as i wastelling this tale. The picture of the sealed rock was not as it seamed it had the Indian boy in the rock and a red mark that looks like a bear on it hind legs. I have the pictures i will share them.
Posted by John A Ciampa at 1:50 PM 0 comments
Labels: boy scout camp, boy vs bera, fight between bera and boy, indiain cliffs, indian boy, ten mile river

[tinydancer]

What a fun thread.My dad was the penultimate camper. I had no option; my parents dragged me along.

:razz:

Great times. We started out with the true old fashioned tent "OMG don't touch the wall or it will leak" to my pop finally getting his dream mobile an airstream trailer.

But this camping story deals with the high tech crank it up yourself tent trailer at Ormond by the sea Beach.

We were sound asleep when this unreal noise woke us up. My dad in his boxer shorts went screaming outside yelling at my mom to wake up.

"It's a launch Annie we're going to see a rocket launch!!"

Mom and me staggered forth looking up into the sky. Nope nothing there.

It was the fogging machine for mosquitos that the Daytona city council used to send out to attempt to control insects.

And we never ever let him forget this moment:razz:

[EnchantedFrog]

My pal and I left out on a Friday evening to go camping in the Smokey Mountains. We were to rendezvous with a few other friends who had left a couple of days earlier.

Trying to follow their map to the campsite proved difficult in the dark and fog, and we would up going up, up, up a mountain on an old logging road. We finally decided to pull over and stay the night then resume the trip in the morning.

We built a fire, cooked some burgers, and tapped into some of our supplies, including a generous allotment of Kentucky Sippin' whiskey. We had a great time, and before long we were jumping around on some big boulders that were at the place where we stopped.

Next morning, the weather was clear and the visibility was great. We flipped out when we realized that the boulders we had been nonchalantly jumping around on the night before were actually the edge of a cliff. We could see little houses in the valley about 1,000 ft. below.

Never again. Never again.

[blazer]

What a fun thread.My dad was the penultimate camper. I had no option; my parents dragged me along.

:razz:

Great times. We started out with the true old fashioned tent "OMG don't touch the wall or it will leak" to my pop finally getting his dream mobile an airstream trailer.

But this camping story deals with the high tech crank it up yourself tent trailer at Ormond by the sea Beach.

We were sound asleep when this unreal noise woke us up. My dad in his boxer shorts went screaming outside yelling at my mom to wake up.

"It's a launch Annie we're going to see a rocket launch!!"

Mom and me staggered forth looking up into the sky. Nope nothing there.

It was the fogging machine for mosquitos that the Daytona city council used to send out to attempt to control insects.

And we never ever let him forget this moment:razz:
talk about things that go bump in the night!

[blazer]

My pal and I left out on a Friday evening to go camping in the Smokey Mountains. We were to rendezvous with a few other friends who had left a couple of days earlier.

Trying to follow their map to the campsite proved difficult in the dark and fog, and we would up going up, up, up a mountain on an old logging road. We finally decided to pull over and stay the night then resume the trip in the morning.

We built a fire, cooked some burgers, and tapped into some of our supplies, including a generous allotment of Kentucky Sippin' whiskey. We had a great time, and before long we were jumping around on some big boulders that were at the place where we stopped.

Next morning, the weather was clear and the visibility was great. We flipped out when we realized that the boulders we had been nonchalantly jumping around on the night before were actually the edge of a cliff. We could see little houses in the valley about 1,000 ft. below.

Never again. Never again.
Is that what they call living on the edge? :razz:

[EnchantedFrog]

Is that what they call living on the edge? :razz:
Naw. Its what they call lucky to be alive after actin' the fool. :))

[blazer]

:))

[tinydancer]

My pal and I left out on a Friday evening to go camping in the Smokey Mountains. We were to rendezvous with a few other friends who had left a couple of days earlier.

Trying to follow their map to the campsite proved difficult in the dark and fog, and we would up going up, up, up a mountain on an old logging road. We finally decided to pull over and stay the night then resume the trip in the morning.

We built a fire, cooked some burgers, and tapped into some of our supplies, including a generous allotment of Kentucky Sippin' whiskey. We had a great time, and before long we were jumping around on some big boulders that were at the place where we stopped.

Next morning, the weather was clear and the visibility was great. We flipped out when we realized that the boulders we had been nonchalantly jumping around on the night before were actually the edge of a cliff. We could see little houses in the valley about 1,000 ft. below.

Never again. Never again.

:clap:Yowzah great story.

[Mustang JEB]

I thought I had posted about this already, might have been on the other site that I was visiting for a few days...

A few of my buddies and I were camping out in the Honey Island Swamp, hunting/fishing trip. We were teenagers and enjoyed the occasional going out and being live off the land types on some weekends during hunting season.

Well, we set up camp, stashed our supplies and one of stayed back to gear watch while the other three of us went on a stalk. We bagged a few squirrels and a rabbit or two I think and made our way back to the campsite.

Standard ops was unload your weapon before the drinking starts, we had all gone to the hunter's safety courses and were pretty safe about things.

Darkness came, and we had the game skinned and prepped for cooking, so it was time to start the fire. Pine needles make an easy kindling, so I scooped up a armload of them and proceeded to start the fire.

Then, we hear this crazy hissing sound, a few little pops, and then several loud explosions. At the hissing, we all knew what happened. We dove for cover.
David had unloaded his shotgun next to the pine tree, and never picked up his shells. I unknowingly scooped them up and started the fire with them in the pine needles.

Nobody was hurt, but David, cause we beat the crap out him for being stupid and not picking up his ammo.
(We just all popped him in the shoulder for the dumbassedness, not actually gave him a whoopin.)

It was funny after it was over, and we still mess with him about it to this day.

[tinydancer]

I thought I had posted about this already, might have been on the other site that I was visiting for a few days...

A few of my buddies and I were camping out in the Honey Island Swamp, hunting/fishing trip. We were teenagers and enjoyed the occasional going out and being live off the land types on some weekends during hunting season.

Well, we set up camp, stashed our supplies and one of stayed back to gear watch while the other three of us went on a stalk. We bagged a few squirrels and a rabbit or two I think and made our way back to the campsite.

Standard ops was unload your weapon before the drinking starts, we had all gone to the hunter's safety courses and were pretty safe about things.

Darkness came, and we had the game skinned and prepped for cooking, so it was time to start the fire. Pine needles make an easy kindling, so I scooped up a armload of them and proceeded to start the fire.

Then, we hear this crazy hissing sound, a few little pops, and then several loud explosions. At the hissing, we all knew what happened. We dove for cover.
David had unloaded his shotgun next to the pine tree, and never picked up his shells. I unknowingly scooped them up and started the fire with them in the pine needles.

Nobody was hurt, but David, cause we beat the crap out him for being stupid and not picking up his ammo.
(We just all popped him in the shoulder for the dumbassedness, not actually gave him a whoopin.)

It was funny after it was over, and we still mess with him about it to this day.

wow

[tinydancer]

Okydoky how many southerners don't know that people didn't know jack about air conditioning?

We are on our way south in a chev impala. I'm talking 1964. My mother says oky doky we are dying of the heat, but everyone who is passing us looks ok.

Roll up the windows she said. We are talking Georgia in July. In 1964.......

After my dad, my grandmother and myself almost died of heat prostration:sick:.......my dad had to break it to her.

[blazer]

I thought I had posted about this already, might have been on the other site that I was visiting for a few days...

A few of my buddies and I were camping out in the Honey Island Swamp, hunting/fishing trip. We were teenagers and enjoyed the occasional going out and being live off the land types on some weekends during hunting season.

Well, we set up camp, stashed our supplies and one of stayed back to gear watch while the other three of us went on a stalk. We bagged a few squirrels and a rabbit or two I think and made our way back to the campsite.

Standard ops was unload your weapon before the drinking starts, we had all gone to the hunter's safety courses and were pretty safe about things.

Darkness came, and we had the game skinned and prepped for cooking, so it was time to start the fire. Pine needles make an easy kindling, so I scooped up a armload of them and proceeded to start the fire.

Then, we hear this crazy hissing sound, a few little pops, and then several loud explosions. At the hissing, we all knew what happened. We dove for cover.
David had unloaded his shotgun next to the pine tree, and never picked up his shells. I unknowingly scooped them up and started the fire with them in the pine needles.

Nobody was hurt, but David, cause we beat the crap out him for being stupid and not picking up his ammo.
(We just all popped him in the shoulder for the dumbassedness, not actually gave him a whoopin.)

It was funny after it was over, and we still mess with him about it to this day.
:))

[blazer]

Okydoky how many southerners don't know that people didn't know jack about air conditioning?

We are on our way south in a chev impala. I'm talking 1964. My mother says oky doky we are dying of the heat, but everyone who is passing us looks ok.

Roll up the windows she said. We are talking Georgia in July. In 1964.......

After my dad, my grandmother and myself almost died of heat prostration:sick:.......my dad had to break it to her.

It does get awful hot in Georgia! :razz:

[free2B]

We were camping on a beach and the raft I was playing around in got caught in a tide and I almost got sucked out into the Pacific ocean.

I was 14 not a strong swimmer and it scared the hell out of me. I have only been back to the beach once since.

:whistle:scary:whistle: I was at jones beach on long island with my girlfriend, we had both done a valium, and stupid me went swimmin' I was feeling the effects, and the tide started pulling me out beyond the jetty, we were at a kinda secluded beach with no lifeguard:naughty: to top it all off someone screamed shark:eek: and everyone started clearing out of the water, well that got me motivated and I quickly got alert and swam into shore:arrow: sure enuff their was a shark fin out just beyond where I had just been:eek: close one! but I still love the beach and go every chance I get:dance:

[blazer]

oh my!

[mrclean]

Went camping in the Adirondacks in upstate New York some time ago near Indian Lake. We were beseiged (no kidding, beseiged) by black bears every night. They'd come out of the woods at dusk are start rummaging around in the campsites until the rangers came and moved them off. But they'd come back, maybe half a dozen or so of them.

And then there were the black flies. We woke up one morning and my wife's face was blown up like a balloon. I told her she looked like the Elephant Man.

Needless to say, we didn't get much sleep on that trip.

[blazer]

Went camping in the Adirondacks in upstate New York some time ago near Indian Lake. We were beseiged (no kidding, beseiged) by black bears every night. They'd come out of the woods at dusk are start rummaging around in the campsites until the rangers came and moved them off. But they'd come back, maybe half a dozen or so of them.

And then there were the black flies. We woke up one morning and my wife's face was blown up like a balloon. I told her she looked like the Elephant Man.

Needless to say, we didn't get much sleep on that trip.

The camping trip from you know where!

[free2B]

Went camping in the Adirondacks in upstate New York some time ago near Indian Lake. We were beseiged (no kidding, beseiged) by black bears every night. They'd come out of the woods at dusk are start rummaging around in the campsites until the rangers came and moved them off. But they'd come back, maybe half a dozen or so of them.

And then there were the black flies. We woke up one morning and my wife's face was blown up like a balloon. I told her she looked like the Elephant Man.

Needless to say, we didn't get much sleep on that trip.

reminds me of the time me and my girlfriend went to the outer banks on vacation:cool: not really camping cuz we stayed in little cottage type hotels:) we spent a couple of days on Ocracoke island:dance: the natives still talk with the old elizabethan english accent, the beach their is absolutely gorgeous:D but when we went the :mrgreen:green biteing flies were horrendous:evil: they pitch and instantly give you a stinging welt:doh: we stayed in the water most of that beach stay we had a great vacation:clap: and saw the ocracoke and hatteras light:idea:

[blazer]

reminds me of the time me and my girlfriend went to the outer banks on vacation:cool: not really camping cuz we stayed in little cottage type hotels:) we spent a couple of days on Ocracoke island:dance: the natives still talk with the old elizabethan english accent, the beach their is absolutely gorgeous:D but when we went the :mrgreen:green biteing flies were horrendous:evil: they pitch and instantly give you a stinging welt:doh: we stayed in the water most of that beach stay we had a great vacation:clap: and saw the ocracoke and hatteras light:idea:

Those flies were horrible at Virginia Beach one year we went!

[breezyjr]

Not anything with wild animals, and it was not funny when it happened. It is very funny now.

We primitive tent camp when we go out and have grown to almost a compound since the kids have gotten older and we have added more tents. But back in the day when we took them on their first tent camping outing daughter was 5 and the boys were 7 and 8 and we only needed one tent.

We found the perfect spot it was just a step up from primitive because there was a port-a-john (perfect for daughter who hadn't quite mastered popping a squat in the woods) at the site we picked and we had the tent under a beautiful large shade tree. Weather was perfect but as with any summer weekend here it could turn nasty in no time. After we bedded the kids down it turned nasty.

Hubby and I were in the truck listening to the weather radio with weather getting worse and worse. The wind really started to kick up and we were debating on getting the kids in the truck. One big flash of lightening and crack of thunder and we were flying to get the kids in the truck.

Got them in and one more flash and crack and that pretty shade tree started loosing BIG branches. One right on the tent, not the funny part. Lost that tent but not the kids.

Funny part is another BIG branch fell right on the port-a-john and it exploded in pieces parts along with the contents of the port-a-john all over our camp site. It was SO disgusting! We didn't see all the damage until morning because we slept through the storm in the truck. But it was NASTY!

Of course, the rednecks that we are, we took pictures. To this day the pictures of port-a-john contents everywhere crack me up. We went and got a new tent and stayed at the lake the rest of the weekend but at a different site.

[blazer]

:))

[free2B]

oh my!

I gotta better one, I went to the beach with a friend, we had a few brews, and he says lets be the 1st ones to swim around the pier this year, I said what the hey lets go, so we're swimmin' all the way around the other side, and I am in front, the people up on the pier are hollerin' and yellin' like crazy, I can't really hear what their sayin' so I keep swimmin', my friend is still swimmin' behind me, we get up on the pier, dude says look down their, their are 3- 7 foot tiger sharks swimmin' in circles, ahmagonna try to catch me one, so he hooks up a bloody mullet and tosses it in, sho knuff tiger takes a chomp, he has this giant shark on the line and is pullin it in for all he's worth, well the shark see the predicament and runs to the pilein', snappin' the line, dude turns to me and says why didn't you help me haul it in, I said you had it hooked and choked, the bitch tried to et me, I was just waitin for you to pull it up on the pier sos I could whack it:))

[blazer]

I gotta better one, I went to the beach with a friend, we had a few brews, and he says lets be the 1st ones to swim around the pier this year, I said what the hey lets go, so we're swimmin' all the way around the other side, and I am in front, the people up on the pier are hollerin' and yellin' like crazy, I can't really hear what their sayin' so I keep swimmin', my friend is still swimmin' behind me, we get up on the pier, dude says look down their, their are 3- 7 foot tiger sharks swimmin' in circles, ahmagonna try to catch me one, so he hooks up a bloody mullet and tosses it in, sho knuff tiger takes a chomp, he has this giant shark on the line and is pullin it in for all he's worth, well the shark see the predicament and runs to the pilein', snappin' the line, dude turns to me and says why didn't you help me haul it in, I said you had it hooked and choked, the bitch tried to et me, I was just waitin for you to pull it up on the pier sos I could whack it:))

You guys are just fearless and live on the edge!~ :)

[free2B]

You guys are just fearless and live on the edge!~ :)

excuse me miss:think: but when I took a swim around the pier:cool: I never expected 3 huge maneating:evil:tiger sharks:twisted: to be circlein underneath me:whistle:

[blazer]

Never know what ya might face!

[Claymore]

On a Scout canoe trip (1970) in the Boundry Waters Area, our group was visited by a Canadian customs boat for the cursory 2 minute 'meet & greet, you have fun & be safe' inspection after crossing into the Great White North. When asked "Have you any contraband weapons or other items?"
my canoe partner blabbed about my K-bar and fireworks. Geez, we had to pull over to an island and unpack everything.
They let me keeep my K-bar, but confiscated ALL my pyrotechnics. I had to swap canoe/tent buddies to keep from wacking the blabbermouthed dinggleberry with a paddle..

[EnchantedFrog]

On a Scout canoe trip (1970) in the Boundry Waters Area, our group was visited by a Canadian customs boat for the cursory 2 minute 'meet & greet, you have fun & be safe' inspection after crossing into the Great Whitew North. When asked "Have you any contraband weapons or other items?"
my canoe partner blabbed about my K-bar and fireworks. Geez, we had to pull over to an island and unpack everything.
They let me keeep my K-bar, but confiscated ALL my pyrotechnics. I had to swap canoe/tent buddies to keep from wacking the blabbermouthed dinggleberry with a paddle..
At least you got to keep the knife, but I'll bet you were tempted to use the dingleberry himself as part of some improvised pyrotechnics.

[blazer]

oh my word!

[Claymore]

At least you got to keep the knife, but I'll bet you were tempted to use the dingleberry himself as part of some improvised pyrotechnics.


He 'accidentally' fell into several lakes.

[blazer]

Must like to get wet! :)

[free2B]

He 'accidentally' fell into several lakes.

:))

[blazer]

anyone going camping anytime soon?

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[czzzaar]

One time my friend Tom and I decided to do some winter camping in Angeles Forest in January. We got a spot on this icy creek up there about 500 feet below the snow line, built a fire, and stayed up most of the night swapping stories. Finally we crash out in the tent but it was freezing ass cold away from the fire even in my zero degree bag and I hardly got any sleep.

Morning comes but we're in a canyon with no direct sunlight so it's still really cold. Too cold to get out of our bags even though our bladders are about to burst. Tom decides he really has to go and will be the first to brave the cold.

I'm laying there in my bag and all the sudden I hear a large splash and, "Oh, God damn!"

I'm like, annoyed, "Did you fall in or are you just ****ing with me?" And he replies angrily, "What the **** do you think? Get out here, I can't get out!"

I scramble outside and Tom is chest deep in the stream, eyes as big as saucers, trying to get a breath, but can't get out because of all the ice on the banks. I pull him out with my walking stick, and start trying to get the fire restarted while he strips off his soaked clothing. Luckily, he had a dry change of everything except his shoes, which we attempted to dry by the fire. Once he was comfortable again, I laughed my ass off, and after a while, he did too.

Anyway, we had to cut the trip short because of his frozen wet shoes, but we still get a laugh out of that story to this day.

[czzzaar]

anyone going camping anytime soon?

We were maybe going to go this weekend but didn't get it together, so we'll probably just hang out at Lake Mead tomorrow.

The wife and I love camping, but our first trip to Yosemite was pretty funny. We had bought new heavy duty packs, hiking poles, tent, maps, bear can, whisper light stove, water pump, and 15 kinds of dehydrated food and set out for a site behind Polydome. It was really only about 3 miles or so from the road that goes through Tuolomne but for us it was true wilderness. We're trekking over the shoulder of the dome, and this is the first time my wife has ever done anything like this and it kind of, no, it does, freak her **** out. She starts cursing me and calling me crazy and generally wigs out like I've never seen before, so I take us back down into the trees and we find a trail that should take us where we need to go.

After a little bit of bushwacking we find the lake we are looking for and set up camp. Way on the other side of the lake we can see and hear a group of people fishing and camping so we're a little relieved that we're not out there completely alone 'cause we hear that there are a lot of bears around, although, supposedly they are not very aggressive.

We set up camp and cook our little dehydrated rations and are pretty exhausted by the time night comes around so we crawl into the tent ready to pass out. Suddenly we hear all this pot banging and screaming going on across the lake and it freaks both of us out. We're up most of the night expecting the bears to arrive at our camp next but they never showed. The next day we talk to the other campers and it turns out that they had had a regular fish fry over there and had a whole stringer of trout right at the edge of the water. The smell of the fish fry had attracted a mother and her cubs and all night long they were trying to get at that stringer of fish for an easy meal.

On the way out of there we hooked up with a couple of guys from that group and they pretty much helped us find the way out. There were so many trails and cairns that it really got confusing and down in the trees the maps weren't that useful. We would have been okay, 'cause we had the compass, but gladly accepted the guiding of these two more experienced hikers. They had been hiking around for about two weeks and one of those poor guys' feet were so torn up that he could hardly walk, which meant that he was moving at our overloaded pace.

We got to the road, thanked them for the assistance finding the right trail, and parted ways. They were going to be riding the bus over to Tuolomne to pick up their car and we were going the opposite direction. I'm feeling kind of guilty for not offering them a 15 mile ride, but then I remember the hot beer in the cooler in the back of the SUV. We walk over and ask them if they'd be interested in a couple of hot Genuine Miller Drafts each and I have never seen two happier faces in my whole life. "Hot beer would be just fine."

One of them turns to my wife and says, "Your husband is a good guy, Alma, we wondered what you were doing out here with him."

Well, we've gotten a lot better at adventuring since then.

[blazer]

Ty for posting these! They are great and funny! :)

[czzzaar]

I love camping and have a lot of great memories from trips made with all kinds of different people. Some of the best times were back when I didn't even own a tent or sleeping bag. It's all about the campfire and friends.

[blazer]

I agree! Campfires and friends!

[czzzaar]

Just got back from a day of hiking at Mt. Charelston in the Spring Mountains above Las Vegas. What a great place! It reminds me a lot of the mountain forests in California. Sorry I didn't go up there sooner. I had no idea.

We did a good hike up to Mary Jane Falls. The temp was a good 20-25 degrees cooler than the Valley and the air smelled of Ponderosa Pine. The biggest surprise was the snow still up here.

Along the way we helped doctor a dogs foot and gave gummy bears and water to a girl that was fading out on the trail.

Of course, we got some great pictures too.

[blazer]

That sounds so fun and refreshing!

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[Claymore]

My sister got in trouble for standing up in a canoe at church camp,,,
The Baptists thought she was dancing.

[Claymore]

I agree! Campfires and friends!

We use Peeps to make S'mores.
Burn, Chicken, Burn!:twisted:

[blazer]

I fell out of a canoe on a church trip. Our canoe turned over and I learned to swim real quick!

[blazer]

We use Peeps to make S'mores.
Burn, Chicken, Burn!:twisted:

:))

[Claymore]

Coffee break, brb.

[blazer]

coffee! :drool:

[PredFan]

In Boy Scouts I killed, cooked, and ate a rattlesnake on a camping trip one time.

[blazer]

rattlesnake? yuck!

[blazer]

We were hiking through the woods. We walked right over a snake before we even realized it. They blend in with their surroundings so well!

[czzzaar]

One night, camping along that same stream in the Angeles Forest that Tom fell in, a 'possum wandered up to within 15' of our fire. The rustling he made in the little island of brush on the beach got the attention of my dogs, Yar and Sharkey, and they cornered the unfortunate fellow, and started barking like crazy at him. Wondering what they were after I got up with a flashlight and spotlighted him. He was a big one with long teeth and he was hissing back at us.

Seeing that it was just a possum I tried to get the dogs to leave him alone but that turned out to be impossible, so I grabbed my oak walking stick and gave him a poke to try to get him to move along. Of course, my "attack" sent the dogs into a frenzy of barking and the possum did what possums do. He rolled over and played dead. Duh. That got a big laugh out of my friends.

Finally, in order to restore the peace of the wild, we just had to restrain the dogs and give the possum time to give up his ruse and hightail it out of there. After he left we turned them loose and they took off into the brush to find him. We could here him clambering away through the brush and rocks with the two dogs barking after him. Eventually, they gave up and returned to the safety and light of the campfire.

Yeah, good times.

[blazer]

sounds like they were in hot pursuit!

[JimGP20]

What a timely thread. I just went camping this past weekend at Huntington Lake, which is 7,000 feet up in the Sierras here in Central California. My wife and I like to seek out the history behind the places we go, and we happened upon a local museum up at the lake. We learned that in December of 1943, a B 24 bomber, nicknamed "Exterminator", was dispatched from Hammer Field in Fresno to search for another B 24 that was missing. While flying over the Sierras, the Exterminator developed handling problems and the pilot began to search for a possible place to land the plane. Two of the crew bailed out and parachuted to safety, while the other crew members decided to stay with the aircraft to attempt the landing. The pilot spotted what he thought was a meadow, and headed for it, only to discover that it was in fact the snow covered surface of Huntington Lake. The plane was lost under the water, and no one knew where it was for more than 10 years. In 1955, the folks who manage the lake had to do maintenance work, which required them to drain the lake. As the water level went down, the vertical tail of the plane began to emerge. It had been there all along. The crew was found on board, still fairly well preserved by the cold water of the lake, and they were all sent to their respective families for a proper burial. There is still one survivor of the crash that is alive today, and he has visited the site several times since the crash.

The history behind the places we visit is amazing.

[EnchantedFrog]

When I was in college at North Texas State, we had a group that occasionally went camping at Lake Texhoma, not far away up on the Texas/Oklahoma border.

One weekend we were up there, and in the afternoon we went out hunting some rabbits for dinner. During the hunt we flushed out a good sized armadillo so he wound up on the menu too (tastes kinda like goat).

One guy, who we called Bubba, took home the armadillo shell and rubbed it in salt and glycerine and let it cure in the Texas sun for a couple of weeks till it was stiff and rock hard. He took the soundboard from an old guitar and cut and glued it to fit the shell, attached a banjo neck and called it a Banjarillo. It was quite the unique sounding instrument.

As a footnote, some years later Bubba went to work for an instrument maker and learned the fine techniques of violin/guitar woodworking. He wound up making a number of Banjarillos for some well known country artists. He made some electric guitar versions, violin versions and bass guitar versions.

[czzzaar]

When I was in college at North Texas State, we had a group that occasionally went camping at Lake Texhoma, not far away up on the Texas/Oklahoma border.

One weekend we were up there, and in the afternoon we went out hunting some rabbits for dinner. During the hunt we flushed out a good sized armadillo so he wound up on the menu too (tastes kinda like goat).

One guy, who we called Bubba, took home the armadillo shell and rubbed it in salt and glycerine and let it cure in the Texas sun for a couple of weeks till it was stiff and rock hard. He took the soundboard from an old guitar and cut and glued it to fit the shell, attached a banjo neck and called it a Banjarillo. It was quite the unique sounding instrument.

As a footnote, some years later Bubba went to work for an instrument maker and learned the fine techniques of violin/guitar woodworking. He wound up making a number of Banjarillos for some well known country artists. He made some electric guitar versions, violin versions and bass guitar versions.

Hey, man. I went to NTSU. I was there when they changed the name to UNT.

[tinydancer]

Well, I don't know if this still qualifies as a "camping" story as much as it is "getting **** faced whilst camping" story.

For those who don't want to read the whole thread, an up to date is in order. My family (me,dad and mom and one boston terrier called Cinninamon Saints Ben Beau who for simplicity's sake and for my parents lack of imagination was known as Benny) used to camp a lot.

I had no choice:DThey dragged me along on their adventures.

Anyhoo, my dad had worked his way up from an old oil canvas tent (DON'T Touch the walls or it'll leak in the rain) to an airstream trailer.

Picture it.......1972. North of Daytona, my mom and me and a neighbor with tequila in this beautiful little trailer park in Ormond by the Sea.

Bear in mind, my mom had never had tequila before. My dad was scheduled to arrive in Daytona on a late afternoon flight.:D

My mom, me and a neighbor and tequila. Cuervos Gold.

My mom had to pick up my Dad at the airport.

After several shots and sunrises, we sent her off to retrieve him.

My Dad found her in the "departure lounge" wishing every a bon voyage.:))

I had some 'splaining to do to my old man that night as my mom slept *it* off.

[blazer]

What a timely thread. I just went camping this past weekend at Huntington Lake, which is 7,000 feet up in the Sierras here in Central California. My wife and I like to seek out the history behind the places we go, and we happened upon a local museum up at the lake. We learned that in December of 1943, a B 24 bomber, nicknamed "Exterminator", was dispatched from Hammer Field in Fresno to search for another B 24 that was missing. While flying over the Sierras, the Exterminator developed handling problems and the pilot began to search for a possible place to land the plane. Two of the crew bailed out and parachuted to safety, while the other crew members decided to stay with the aircraft to attempt the landing. The pilot spotted what he thought was a meadow, and headed for it, only to discover that it was in fact the snow covered surface of Huntington Lake. The plane was lost under the water, and no one knew where it was for more than 10 years. In 1955, the folks who manage the lake had to do maintenance work, which required them to drain the lake. As the water level went down, the vertical tail of the plane began to emerge. It had been there all along. The crew was found on board, still fairly well preserved by the cold water of the lake, and they were all sent to their respective families for a proper burial. There is still one survivor of the crash that is alive today, and he has visited the site several times since the crash.

The history behind the places we visit is amazing. neat history!

[blazer]

When I was in college at North Texas State, we had a group that occasionally went camping at Lake Texhoma, not far away up on the Texas/Oklahoma border.

One weekend we were up there, and in the afternoon we went out hunting some rabbits for dinner. During the hunt we flushed out a good sized armadillo so he wound up on the menu too (tastes kinda like goat).

One guy, who we called Bubba, took home the armadillo shell and rubbed it in salt and glycerine and let it cure in the Texas sun for a couple of weeks till it was stiff and rock hard. He took the soundboard from an old guitar and cut and glued it to fit the shell, attached a banjo neck and called it a Banjarillo. It was quite the unique sounding instrument.

As a footnote, some years later Bubba went to work for an instrument maker and learned the fine techniques of violin/guitar woodworking. He wound up making a number of Banjarillos for some well known country artists. He made some electric guitar versions, violin versions and bass guitar versions.
neato!

[blazer]

Well, I don't know if this still qualifies as a "camping" story as much as it is "getting **** faced whilst camping" story.

For those who don't want to read the whole thread, an up to date is in order. My family (me,dad and mom and one boston terrier called Cinninamon Saints Ben Beau who for simplicity's sake and for my parents lack of imagination was known as Benny) used to camp a lot.

I had no choice:DThey dragged me along on their adventures.

Anyhoo, my dad had worked his way up from an old oil canvas tent (DON'T Touch the walls or it'll leak in the rain) to an airstream trailer.

Picture it.......1972. North of Daytona, my mom and me and a neighbor with tequila in this beautiful little trailer park in Ormond by the Sea.

Bear in mind, my mom had never had tequila before. My dad was scheduled to arrive in Daytona on a late afternoon flight.:D

My mom, me and a neighbor and tequila. Cuervos Gold.

My mom had to pick up my Dad at the airport.

After several shots and sunrises, we sent her off to retrieve him.

My Dad found her in the "departure lounge" wishing every a bon voyage.:))

I had some 'splaining to do to my old man that night as my mom slept *it* off.

:))

[blazer]

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[blazer]

any new camping stories?

[pattyk]

this is from when I was younger.

we were camping at Glacier. we were all (the kids) sleeping in the back of a station wagon.

it started really raining. the neighbor campers, older, got up during the storm and took off on foot. About an hour later the guy came back without the woman.

the next morning, we never saw her again.

of course, parents didn't believe us. to this day I wonder........

[blazer]

this is from when I was younger.

we were camping at Glacier. we were all (the kids) sleeping in the back of a station wagon.

it started really raining. the neighbor campers, older, got up during the storm and took off on foot. About an hour later the guy came back without the woman.

the next morning, we never saw her again.

of course, parents didn't believe us. to this day I wonder........

Oh my!:eek:

[blazer]

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[blazer]

How about going camping on Halloween night in a cemetery?