Gut Rumbles

September 05, 2005

quote of the day

Did you ever sit around a campfire as a kid and have an adult scare the living shit out of you with outrageous stories that were actually BELIEVABLE in your young mind? I did, and that's why I like this quote so much.

"... ever since I can remember, I've heard stories of giant snakes living for generations in the warm, spring-fed sinkholes back there... and giant cats prowling the undergrowth... stealthy, unseen panthers snatching the occasional calf as late as the 1960s... remnants of Barnum's jaguars or Bailey's lions, I suspect...

... so of course I bought the story hook, line, and sinker... after all, as a kid, you WANT to believe that there are tigers in the forest... right?.. especially when you're coon hunting late at night with a .22 rifle... now, I've never actually seen a giant snake or a panther in old Texas... but the old hearsays sure did spark the imagination on those childhood campouts..."

That's one thing that makes camping so much fun when you're a kid. LIONS AND TIGERS AND BEARS, OH MY!

I know that people who read this blog may find it difficult to imagine, but I am REALLY GOOD at telling scary campfire stories. I know when I'm on a roll with a good one when all the boys start huddling closer together around the fire with wide eyes and half-gaped mouths. They cling on every word.

I just make that shit up, but I'm pretty good at it, and I put in just enough fact to make my fiction believable. I had one bunch of boys I took camping at Magnolia Springs picking up pine cones in the dark to ward off the "Monster in the Lake."

I told them about the monster, then said that if you didn't make a triangle out of three pine cones outside your tent.... well, the monster just might come to get you. The pine cones were the only way to ward him off.

Some of the older boys attempted to call bullshit on my story, but I just shrugged my shoulders. "You can believe me or not," I said. "That's YOUR choice."

Every tent had a pine cone triangle outside before the boys went to bed that night.

I chuckled about what I did, but I'll guarantee you something else--- I gave those boys a camping trip to remember.


if you grow up a kid in America and you don't get scared by someone telling ghost stories around a campfire, you missed something damned important.

Posted by: og on September 5, 2005 08:10 PM

The question is, did you put a pine cone triangle in front of your tent as well?

I would have. I mean you never know - right? It couldn't hurt.

Just sayin is all....


Posted by: Roy on September 5, 2005 09:10 PM

Damn right I had one outside MY tent! How do you think I showed the boys how to build it?

Posted by: Acidman on September 6, 2005 01:02 AM

... the thing about the story in old Texas is... well, there is just enough truth in it to make it sound real... I once heard a bobcat scream while hunting back there and nearly crapped my pants...

Posted by: Eric on September 6, 2005 07:51 AM

Damn, this story brings back fond memories. My first wife and I used to fuck with my daughter's mind mercilessly for the first 6 years of her life. That's why you CAN'T bullshit that kid to this day. Sure was fun though.....

Posted by: DrugStore Cowboy on September 7, 2005 02:33 PM
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