Oh where do I start... When I was growing up my family use to camp a lot. We would go to Cades Cove in the Smokey Mountain National Park. One night we went to a Ranger show. After the show it was quite dark as we walked back. When we got back to our camp site we found we had been raided. Now this was back in the late sixties, when they made ice chests like vaults. You know the kind; big and heavy with lots of steel and aluminium. There was a big black bear in our camp. He had picked up the color and thrown it against a rock and busted it open and was calmy setting there eating our food. Needless to say we let him a lone until the rangers came. That same trip about ten sites down on the end of the row, a black bear decided to make a couples tent his. They made a new entrance out the back as he came in the front.
Before my wife and I got married we were camping in Fall Creek Falls State Park, here in Tennessee. We found the perfect spot. Nice flat and sandy (sandy should have been a tip). It started to rain about ten that night. HARD! I noticed out tent was leaking along the bottom seam, and the door seemed to puching in. When I opened the door about two inches of water came in the tent.
Everything was soaked! Turned out we were camping in a run off area. But it was really part of the camp site.
But Larry, don't give up on camping, based on this one experience. Most of the time it's really fun!
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Sir Taliesin
If they take my gun can I still use my Axe?