That sounds like a helicopter crash out of nowhere every time, wings and branches pounding and horrible gobbling sounds in the dark.We were camping, nice and quiet, dog lets out a ""woof", there were about 4 or 5 turkey's in the tree above us, not a peep until now and they all took off with a racket. Scared the shit out of us
Then you're awake before it's warm and you have to pee. So you lay snuggled in your bag glaring at the dog and NOT going back to sleep. Until finally you truculently reach out of your bag, grab your clothes in a misguided attempt to get dressed in your bag. It never works so by then you're cussing at the dog and the hub ever so sweetly says, "Hun since you're up would you mind making the coffee".We were camping, nice and quiet, dog lets out a ""woof", there were about 4 or 5 turkey's in the tree above us, not a peep until now and they all took off with a racket. Scared the shit out of us
Hoping for trout or cat for breakfast. Which you plan not to share.
gator aid bottles, gotta have a WIDE mouth.Then you're awake before it's warm and you have to pee. So you lay snuggled in your bag glaring at the dog and NOT going back to sleep. Until finally you truculently reach out of your bag, grab your clothes in a misguided attempt to get dressed in your bag. It never works so by then you're cussing at the dog and the hub ever so sweetly says, "Hun since you're up would you mind making the coffee".
You try the, "No, I'm not really up" gambit. Which never works because OBVIOUSLY you're up and you've just kicked over the fucking pee can (husbands always have pee cans), ok maybe only MY husband. @raratt @GreatwhiteNorth do they teach you guys to carry pee cans in survival school?
At this point in time you stomp out, pee and get into the car and turn it on and wait for it to warm up, FUCK coffee, you don't drink it anyway. Fuck the dog whose currently snuggled with the ingrate hub. You realize your rod and reel are in the warm car and day is just breaking so you drive down to the lakeshore, bait it, cast and stuff your rod holder into the shore and the rod in that. Then get back in the warm running car and watch your rod
Anyway that's how I imagine camping with me might go.
Quail do that to me. Sometimes the dog wakes me up in middle of night to go pee; we go out and invariably he goes under a laurel tree. It's quiet, the dog is quiet and just intent on whizzing and boom, an explosion as the roosted quail covey takes off. Massive adrenaline rush for meWe were camping, nice and quiet, dog lets out a ""woof", there were about 4 or 5 turkey's in the tree above us, not a peep until now and they all took off with a racket. Scared the shit out of us
I knew it! Thanks for the confirmation.
Helps with aim
Nah, I just jump up, water a tree & hop back in the bag.Then you're awake before it's warm and you have to pee. So you lay snuggled in your bag glaring at the dog and NOT going back to sleep. Until finally you truculently reach out of your bag, grab your clothes in a misguided attempt to get dressed in your bag. It never works so by then you're cussing at the dog and the hub ever so sweetly says, "Hun since you're up would you mind making the coffee".
You try the, "No, I'm not really up" gambit. Which never works because OBVIOUSLY you're up and you've just kicked over the fucking pee can (husbands always have pee cans), ok maybe only MY husband. @raratt @GreatwhiteNorth do they teach you guys to carry pee cans in survival school?
At this point in time you stomp out, pee and get into the car and turn it on and wait for it to warm up, FUCK coffee, you don't drink it anyway. Fuck the dog whose currently snuggled with the ingrate hub. You realize your rod and reel are in the warm car and day is just breaking so you drive down to the lakeshore, bait it, cast and stuff your rod holder into the shore and the rod in that. Then get back in the warm running car and watch your rod
Anyway that's how I imagine camping with me might go.
Pheasant do it to me, those things clatter & beat the air like it owes em money.
Meanwhile in LAY'all got some scary ass birds. Here the pigeons just nod and quietly move outta your way...
Good Chill, morning people. There is a haunting in the air.
I thought you were kidding til I googled it....
Not sureNo, no, no...She was a sweet lady actually. A single mom with a handful of wild boys that she could not control. No wonder she was prescribed Valium. I think she figured they are gonna smoke pot, at least here i know what they are up too. And she was not a cougar, although that would have been nice
Kidding!!
I thought you were kidding til I googled it....
No, no, no...She was a sweet lady actually. A single mom with a handful of wild boys that she could not control. No wonder she was prescribed Valium. I think she figured they are gonna smoke pot, at least here i know what they are up too. And she was not a cougar, although that would have been nice
Stop thinking my thoughts!!!!
Never went to survival school, that was for the crazies that jumped from perfectly good aircraft. I was known to have one when I had my room in the mountains and the bathroom was downstairs in an unheated garage.
people here keep guinea hens, they like to roost in trees close to the road. you go out for a walk at night and they go off when you're right under them...scares the fuck out of you, no matter how many times you've heard it. they named a rural area here "boogertown" because of them, because the old folks said it sounded like hell opened up and the boogermen were coming to get you...We were camping, nice and quiet, dog lets out a ""woof", there were about 4 or 5 turkey's in the tree above us, not a peep until now and they all took off with a racket. Scared the shit out of us
Interesting hub went to survival school and he was maintenance. Which, come to think of it, didn't actually inspire confidence in his skills. I thought all you guys did. Hmmmmm
That was everyone my father knew, the normal ones jumped out of airplanes, and it just devolved from there to war criminals and politicians.
