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Post by offtrail on May 16, 2013 18:22:58 GMT -7
Lol, some good stories here I worked for a while as a camp cook for the CCC SPIKE crews and would basically just make b-fast for the crew, lay out their lunches, do camp chores and make sure dinner was ready when the crews returned. We were generally pretty far out so supplies would come in a mule train. There were a decent amount of brown bears out there but they generally were easily deterred by banging pots and pans together and food was kept in buried coolers covered with wet burlap, so the bears usually came only when I was cooking. Well, one day I was walking out of camp to do my business and I came up to some bushes. All the sudden a huge bear stood up from the other side and there I was without so much as a pot to bang ;D If I wasn't previously relieved, I was at that point ;D Luckily the bear seemed about as startled as I was and bounded off much to my relief as he was within swiping distance I decided after that that a cook should always carry a pot.....or two I think I would have soiled myself ;D Did you say carry a pot, no thanks ill take a gun
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Post by marc on May 16, 2013 18:40:12 GMT -7
We were floating down the river one day with the air temperature at 85 degrees to match the water temperature, the fish were biting like there was no tomorrow when suddenly - we ran out of beer! OH NO!
Six miles to go, and ONE cold adult beverage in the cooler. Talk about having to make some really tough, life altering decisions....... Yeah, I know it's a gruesome story - but sometimes truly ugly things happen in rugged outdoor conditions so you have to be ready. I have to admit that when you survive these experiences, they will make you stronger.
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Post by swamprat1 on May 17, 2013 16:22:00 GMT -7
Hmmm, some of those are go an be hard to compete with.
Took a few boys from church camping a few years back. Things were going well and they were having a good time. I decided for breakfast that I would cook some campfire biscuits. Well, the biscuits were in the skillet and cooking over a smoldering few coals. Most of our fire wood was fairly damp so I asked one of the boys to throw a stick on the fire. Figured it would take a while for the wood to dry and start burning. Well, my mistake was not realizing even though these were country boys born and raised, they had no real woods experience. One of 'em had drug up a very sizeable chunk of fatwood and threw it on the fire. I was off taking care of other business so didn't see it in time to stop him. Anyway, bout the time I returned that fatwood caught and suddenly the skillet was in the midst of four foot high flames. Needless to say when the fatwood finally burned out them biscuits weren't worth eating.
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Post by hunter63 on Jun 2, 2013 13:29:13 GMT -7
Yes Angel, that is my understanding. It was water trapped within the rock that makes it go boom. It was loud too! Apparently, you cant use an Oxy-Actetalyne torch to solder copper tubing on concrete, basically same thing happens there too . Got a piece of hot debris in corner of my eye on that one. Very lucky not loose my sight in that eye. Read it somewhere later that you should never use limestone around a fire. I had to agree... ;D While in HVAC tech school.....Yeah, late life re-train....had another student do that....Another old guy and I started backing up......while everyone was wondering why....It let loose, Bam! Seems he and I had been there before.......Impressive.
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Post by hunter63 on Jun 2, 2013 13:32:34 GMT -7
Now the subject of "changing your underwear....."
I start, and give mine to Brad, he gives his to Ronny, he gives his to Joe, who give his to me. Then turn them inside out, and start over.
Problem solved.
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Post by northernbc on Oct 4, 2013 17:35:00 GMT -7
the night was dark and cold,4 aspiring woodsmen all about 14 years old going on 25 sat around the fire telling lies.they were bolstered by a gallon of homemade wine that had been acquired from a winemaking fathers supply..one of the most unlucky of the four was poor old chris,now chris was not known for his drinking ability and after falling in the creek and changing into his dry clothes he promptly fell in the creek again. we all thought this was quite funny and really thanked him for his determined efforts.about this time dean decided to celibrate chris's achievements and blow up a can of beans in his honour.we all thought this a great idea so on the fire it went,it takes a minute to heat up and as we started to hear the can crinkling we moved off a fair distance,except cold and wet chris.as the can protested I heard dean say chris it is aimed right at you. well his reaction was to hunker right down with his affro covered head between his knees he was not leaving the warmth of the fire.then it went off and time went into kind of like slo motion. there was a fairly large explosion stuff flying all over and in the reduced light I saw chris stand up his affro was smoking ,steaming he was covered in steamy bean sauce,he let out a scream and ran 15 feet to the creek and jumped back in.well we all started laughing pretty good but the despair on his face when he got out of the water reduced us all to hysteria not sure if I have ever laughed harder.
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Post by woodyz on Oct 4, 2013 18:39:50 GMT -7
Don't use any type of rock from a water source for your fire round, most all of them can contain some water and explode. A piece of granite hurling out of a fire can be as deadly as a bullet. When I was 16 my best friend and I built a partly underground cabin into a hillside on a bluff next to the river. We stayed in it many a night. So the first winter during a really good snow storm he my 15 year old Brother and myself were in it for opening day of deer season. We had built bunks in it and had shelves and a pot belly stove. It was about 10 below when we woke up just before day light so we told my Brother because he was the youngest he had to get up and get the fire going while we stayed under the covers. I had fallen back asleep and woke to the creak of the stove just in time to see him throw gasoline from a can on the fire. We were some what protected being under the covers and he was danged lucky most of the resulting explosion when up. He got all of his eyebrows burned off and most of his hair but only a few second degree burns. He did however learn a good lesson. All we got out of the cabin were our guns everything else pretty muched burned up. I still got a deer that afternoon though.
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Post by woodyz on Oct 4, 2013 18:44:09 GMT -7
Lol, some good stories here I worked for a while as a camp cook for the CCC SPIKE crews and would basically just make b-fast for the crew, lay out their lunches, do camp chores and make sure dinner was ready when the crews returned. We were generally pretty far out so supplies would come in a mule train. There were a decent amount of brown bears out there but they generally were easily deterred by banging pots and pans together and food was kept in buried coolers covered with wet burlap, so the bears usually came only when I was cooking. Well, one day I was walking out of camp to do my business and I came up to some bushes. All the sudden a huge bear stood up from the other side and there I was without so much as a pot to bang ;D If I wasn't previously relieved, I was at that point ;D Luckily the bear seemed about as startled as I was and bounded off much to my relief as he was within swiping distance I decided after that that a cook should always carry a pot.....or two Good info. I too did some CCW work cutting timber in CO. One cutter was cutting a limb above his head with a too heavy chainsaw and the limb gave up way to easy. The saw cut through his hard hat but not his head and stalled out when it hung up in his coat on his back. Lesson learned.
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Post by woodyz on Oct 4, 2013 18:47:55 GMT -7
We were floating down the river one day with the air temperature at 85 degrees to match the water temperature, the fish were biting like there was no tomorrow when suddenly - we ran out of beer! OH NO! Six miles to go, and ONE cold adult beverage in the cooler. Talk about having to make some really tough, life altering decisions....... Yeah, I know it's a gruesome story - but sometimes truly ugly things happen in rugged outdoor conditions so you have to be ready. I have to admit that when you survive these experiences, they will make you stronger. I think I was 15. Same friend same Brother. Floating down the river in a boat on a two day trip. Managed to acquire a case of beer. As we floated passed or planned night stop we all realized we were too drunk to control the boat. Spent the night wet and passed out on a sand bar. My first and only one of three times getting drunk in my life.
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Post by woodyz on Oct 4, 2013 18:54:41 GMT -7
My Brother, my cousin and I standing around a camp fire on a night in the woods, decided to throw some shotgun shells into the fire and scare the other younger cousin.
Yes we cut them and dumped out the powder and shot first.
But I am here to tell you a piece of shredded brass from a shotgun shell embedded into your leg will ruin a night of camping. Lesson learned.
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Post by woodyz on Oct 4, 2013 18:55:46 GMT -7
I have a million such lessons learned but I will stop telling on myself for now.
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Post by sirderrin on Oct 4, 2013 19:47:19 GMT -7
I once worked for a hunting "guide". I loaded up and went out with him the first week. My job was to wrangle the horses and do general camp work. Well after about a 5 hour ride into the camp with the mighty city boy hunters(all 5 at $1500 a pop) and it was all set up. The so called guide begin to tell me all kinda of stuff he wanted me to do... well it quickly became apparent that he thought I was going be a slave for the duration.... After the second day I told him he had two choices....Up the pay considerably (was only getting 20 dollars a day)or follow me out to get his dang horse. It was suppose to be mainly horse wrangling and minor camp chores. Turned into 12 hours plus of brush cutting ect... He stated I could not find my way out.... I pointed north and told him I could be at my truck in less then 30 minutes. I saddled up two horses and load my pack and headed out. He followed me out... He was actually shocked when I went straight to my truck in about 20 minutes... I told him you might have fooled those city boys riding in circles to get to the camp but that don't cut with a country boy.... Morale of the story is always know where ya are cause you might want to leave....
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Post by garret on Oct 5, 2013 6:04:53 GMT -7
THE DAY IT RAINED BEANS
out camping with some friends once and one of them had brought his totally clueless older brother along, we would cook (or more commonly just warm) tins of beans in the coals of the fire, the older brother decided he would warm some beans for him self, without opening the tin first, the can went off like a grenade and for about 5 minutes it was raining scalding hot beans.
the next morning the whole camp site looked like a tarentino movie (if he used tomato sauce for blood substitute) even the trees above us were covered in the stuff
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Post by hunter63 on Oct 5, 2013 8:33:39 GMT -7
....Yeah, substitute a can of cherry pie filling, around a fire, in the dark.....couldn't tell the pie filling from blood in the dark.......I hear ya.
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Post by marc on Oct 5, 2013 15:24:01 GMT -7
....Yeah, substitute a can of cherry pie filling, around a fire, in the dark.....couldn't tell the pie filling from blood in the dark.......I hear ya. I feel a good prank coming on........ Thank you for the idea!
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