killeroy154
Survivalist
I know there is alot of people that read the camping forum posts, and never post anything themselves. That's ok. But I love camping stories as much as anyone, and it's the closest thing I am going to get for a couple more months. Besides they haven't kicked my long winded story telling hind off yet, so here's another story. Oh and by the way these stories are true I may add a little here and there.
My brother and I decided to take my old bass boat and all our camping stuff, and leave the vehicle behind. We wanted to camp toward the upper end of the lake away from people and better fishing. So we piled all our camping equipment on my 18 foot boat, we had to literally climb over the mtn of stuff we had which included tent, cook stoves, camp chairs, table, cots, sleeping bags, clothes, coolers, and a huge truck bed tote. I'd hate to think what people thought that saw us.
It took maybe 200 yards at full throttle to get that heavily loaded boat on plane and leveled out so I could comfortably see over the mound of .........."survival equipment". We ran up lake several miles and started searching the shore line for possible camping areas. The Cherokee national park bordered the lake in most of this area, so we didn't have to worry about trespassing onto private property. We spotted a good looking cove and went in to check it out. There was a great spot with an excellent beaching area for the boat.
We got out and picked up other people's beer cans and bottles and other garbage. I don't understand why they can't carry their alcohol containers out with em, they should weigh less when empty. We always take a couple of garbage bags with us for stuff like this.
We located a great spot for the tent and proceeded to unload the boat to get to the tent at the bottom of our pile. We spent maybe half an hour setting the tent up, and when we needed to drive the stakes in, I remembered the hatchet was still in the boat, so as turned and headed toward the boat it was gone. I hollard for my brother, "what you mean gone? Didn't you tie it up? He asked. "Well the rope was under all that stuff. I thought I beached it good enough?" We waded out a little so we could see around a point, and sure enough it was about 100 yards down the bank maybe 3 feet out and drifting away. We took off running through the woods and underbrush. It finally occurred to me that we were both running with shorts and sandals on through poison ivy, poison oak and maybe over some slithery friends that would rather not be disturbed. I finally got even with the boat and ran through a briar thicket and jumped down a 6 foot enbankment to the center of the boat.
Not a great story but one to laugh about when we go camping. We always secure our water craft now with a sure knot and tie off.
We tent camped through a tornado on the 3rd night of that same trip. I'll bore you another time with that.
My brother and I decided to take my old bass boat and all our camping stuff, and leave the vehicle behind. We wanted to camp toward the upper end of the lake away from people and better fishing. So we piled all our camping equipment on my 18 foot boat, we had to literally climb over the mtn of stuff we had which included tent, cook stoves, camp chairs, table, cots, sleeping bags, clothes, coolers, and a huge truck bed tote. I'd hate to think what people thought that saw us.
It took maybe 200 yards at full throttle to get that heavily loaded boat on plane and leveled out so I could comfortably see over the mound of .........."survival equipment". We ran up lake several miles and started searching the shore line for possible camping areas. The Cherokee national park bordered the lake in most of this area, so we didn't have to worry about trespassing onto private property. We spotted a good looking cove and went in to check it out. There was a great spot with an excellent beaching area for the boat.
We got out and picked up other people's beer cans and bottles and other garbage. I don't understand why they can't carry their alcohol containers out with em, they should weigh less when empty. We always take a couple of garbage bags with us for stuff like this.
We located a great spot for the tent and proceeded to unload the boat to get to the tent at the bottom of our pile. We spent maybe half an hour setting the tent up, and when we needed to drive the stakes in, I remembered the hatchet was still in the boat, so as turned and headed toward the boat it was gone. I hollard for my brother, "what you mean gone? Didn't you tie it up? He asked. "Well the rope was under all that stuff. I thought I beached it good enough?" We waded out a little so we could see around a point, and sure enough it was about 100 yards down the bank maybe 3 feet out and drifting away. We took off running through the woods and underbrush. It finally occurred to me that we were both running with shorts and sandals on through poison ivy, poison oak and maybe over some slithery friends that would rather not be disturbed. I finally got even with the boat and ran through a briar thicket and jumped down a 6 foot enbankment to the center of the boat.
Not a great story but one to laugh about when we go camping. We always secure our water craft now with a sure knot and tie off.
We tent camped through a tornado on the 3rd night of that same trip. I'll bore you another time with that.
Two nude guys in the middle of the Bay with no trunks and no canoe.