true stories about camping

[slinky.kate]

have you ever been camping?we did in spain and the lizards were running all over the tent while i was inside,did'nt like that.
son went camping and thought he would show off and bought a disposable barbi,venison,sausages,steak etc.they all came home with food poisoning....

[mccfluff]

although i do remember walking, well staggering up the hill through the campsite one night i had the dog who was leading us all in a line, unbeknown to us he was walking on the inside of people's guys line's, we managed to bring down half the campsite before we got sussed

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[Barmaid]

lol fluff, I've lost count of the number of times I've taken out a few guys in the middle of the night. Normally accompanied by an appropriate expletive.

Another funny one was the fact that we knew there were otters and mink around the area we camped in, but had never seen one. One of our number is a very keen wildlife fanatic. Wears all the camouflage stuff, doesn't wear deoderant or aftershave and will spend ages sat somewhere waiting to see something.

One morning I got up early and went for a trip down to the burn (to do what one does first thing in the morning). I suddenly had a feeling of being watched. I glanced up to see a baby otter staring me straight in the eye across the other side of the burn. Of course I couldn't do anything (mid flow you see) and by the time I got back to camp to alert "David Attenborough" it had gone.

What really peed him off is a) he had no doubt I had gone stumbling down there effing and blinding and b) I was wearing BRIGHT RED and I mean BRIGHT RED pyjamas. I am not sure he ever forgave me for that one (although seeing a golden eagle a couple of years later really put the nail in the coffin).

[Barmaid]

"I've lost count of the number of times I've taken out a few guys in the middle of the night"

out of context, that sounds SOOOOOOO wrong.

[saxy_jag]

We used to do motorbike racing along with a couple of friends. One weekend we all camped at Cadwell Park. It was March and very windy. We took our small and much used frame tent, put the bike in the outer tent and slept snug as two bugs in a rug in the inner tent, despite the weather.

Our friends, laughing at our namby-pamby frame tent, convinced it wouldn't last the night in the high winds, decided they would store their bikes in the van and spend the night in a borrowed ridge tent. Thing was, neither of them had used it before and they had no idea of how it was supposed to go together. They managed put it up after a fashion and several pints of the local brew, after which we all retired to bed.

When we looked out the following morning, their tent was in a heap, draped over their motorbikes. As we watched, they staggered out of the back of the van having spent a most uncomfortabe night in it. It appeared their tent had blown down in the night, so they had relegated the bikes to what was left of it and spent the night in the van.

Funny, they never camped over after that weekend.