I remember a fire story from when I was younger.
I was about 14yrs old. One fall day my father had taken my older brother and me to work with him for a week in a desolate forest with homes miles from each other.
While he was working, my brother and I stayed at the old 60's - 70's trailer that he and a work mate stayed at when away from home working.
We'd get bored and stir-crazy a.f. like any child would. Well, one day while my brother and me were at the trailer I had noticed a Fireman's jacket hanging up in the entrance area of the home. I thought to myself, "We should test this jackets fire resistance ability."
I proceeded out the door, with the jacket on, to look for anything I could set fire to. Just 100ft out to the front left there was an old stump. I thought I would just chop it up, pour some lighter fluid and voila. I was very inaccurate with my assumptions, which would later translate into making horrible assumptions growing cannabis.
Not having had any luck with getting the stump to catch fire I looked everywhere and anywhere on the 5 acres for something that could help me set the stump on fire. Then, I found "IT". The item I had been searching for all day(10minutes) had finally been found. A wonderfully large tractor tire.
I plopped that beauty down over the stump, stuff the inside of the tire with dry needles from the forest around me, struck a match and there it was. The most magnificent fire I had ever created. It was the perfect fire to test this fireman's jacket out on. I buttoned and zipped the jacket up, threw the hood over my head and made the first jump through the fiery mammoth I had started. Then I got bored and tried putting it out...
The roots on that stump smoldered for just shy of 2yrs. I know this because they never let me forget. I could have burned down the whole forest with that. Thankful I didn't.