Camping is always a great time. my favorite place to go was
lost river campground in New Hanpshire.

Went hiking with a friend years ago. He needed to take a crap and found a big old fallen log that had a rotten hole in it on top (nice ready made toilet seat). Everything was going fine, except the old badger didn't care for someone shitting in his living room. Yes there were stiches involved. Ever hike 6+ miles with badger bites on you ***? He moved away several years ago, but we still talk about it often.

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Time b4 last that we went camping we woke up in the morning to find that a dog had eaten all of our food. Tuffed it out and didn't eat any breakfast, but we went to leave, hit a tree stump, and busted the tire on my pickup. Broke a brand-spankin new BFG white letter and bent a $25 chrome beauty ring. Time b4 that we went to unload our ATV and it flipped over. I just have bad luck camping.

PortaPotties?? You musta been a REMF...

I can't think of much funny that ever happened to me, but way back when, before the Army, when I was in the Texas National Guard, one of my first field exercises we all got woke up by a huge scream. turns out one of the guys didn't want to sleep in the tent with the rest of the guys, so he climbed in the back of the truck where we'd been throwing the trash bags. Well, he said he had dreamed that one of his wife'* cats was sitting on his chest. So, half awake, he goes to push it off, only it pushed back. At apparently the same time, he realizes that 1) he ain't at home and 2) his "wife'* cat" turns out to be a racoon, which very quickly becomes airborn as he screams and throws it out of the truck.

We never saw the racoon, but kinda figure that'* really what happened....

We use to go camping almost every weekend. We were camping at a club on the Kankakee River. I went to sleep kind of early but my husband and our friends were up drinking and what not. At about 2 am my husband came into the tent and woke me up. He told me to come out by the campfire and go along with the conversation. Some strange guy had wandered up to our campsite and had been talking about guns and whatnot and my husband (being the bright guy he was ) told him that I had a gun.

I came out of the tent and the guy started asking me all kinds of questions about “my gun” and I didn’t have the vaguest idea so I kept looking at my husband for answers. The guy then pulled out of his pocket some bullets that would just so happen to fit my imaginary gun and when I held my hand out to take them I was freaking out on the inside but acting very naturally composed so the guy wouldn’t know any better . Shortly after that the guy left and I threw the bullets into the river. I told my husband “What was I supposed to do if something escalated??? Throw them at him???”

It was definitely scary!!