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Originally Posted by shy_guy  But of course (Understand here, I'm getting a feeling of dread before typing this next line just because I remember who I'm talking to ... ) it's mandatory to roast weenies at least once when you go camping. I think maybe you can go to jail for not doing that. You also need to roast some marshmallows when you do that and remember the two cardinal rules of roasting marshmallows: 1) If it did't catch fire, it's not done. 2) If it's not completely black on the outside, put it back in the fire until it is. Of course, this involves some wood smoke (unless you can find some buffalo chips that are more to your liking  ). |
And you HAVE to tell scary stories around the campfire..
My son loved camping with my brother because my brother is so good at telling stories and jokes..... "I'mmm the man with the bloody fingerrrr .... Got a bandaid???"
My mom ordered us to play nice when she married our step-dad. He was a city kid, and wanted to go camping with us .... ONCE...
We went in the swampy woods near my grandmother's home, and he planned to get up early and go hunting. We told him how to get to an area with solid ground, and plenty of hunting areas. By midmorning, he had not returned. We kept waiting. Finally, we went in search of him, calling his name. He had gone the wrong way, into an area known for wild boar, which were fairly common in the marshy areas. He said he had been treed by a wild boar, and was too scared to come down until it was full daylight.
