Campfire stories

yukionna · 05-20-2006, 06:32 AM

For those of us not camping at the moment, let's start a virtual campfire where we share our campfire stories with each other online. So please tell us what is your favorite campfire story?

**flyfshr** · 05-20-2006, 09:52 AM

My absolute favorite camping story is The Cremation of Sam McGee by Robert Service. If you are not familiar with it, you need to be. It will top your list too.

Brad
FF

maxandgeorgia · 05-20-2006, 09:58 AM

"Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee
Where the cotton blooms and blows;
Why he left his home in the South to roam
Round the Pole, God only knows. . ."

This is one of my favorites from Junior High--I had it memorized for the longest time, and still know great chunks of it. My quote above is just a rough retelling. Good one for a campfire--especially with a chill in the air

53flyingcloud · 05-20-2006, 12:12 PM

back nearly 3 yrs ago now...
We're all sitting around a dying campfire, pitch black out under the brightness of the stars overhead, when all of a sudden the loudest, cold blooded cry came out of the darkness of the night. Everyone stopped talking as in shock and, when it stopped, a ice cold chill went up our spines..Everyone quietly got up and folded their chairs..Rushing softly back to each of our units to shut out the night air.
In hindsight, it sounded like a wolf pack had surrounded a prey and, the fight went on for the longest time..
This wasn't told around the campfire but...
It could make for the beginning of a great story.

klevan · 05-20-2006, 01:58 PM

Let's build an Airstream Campfire story by each building on the previous post.

I'll start by borrowing a cliche and the input from 53FlyingCloud:

It was a dark and stormy night. We were all sitting around a dying campfire, pitch black out under the brightness of the stars overhead, when all of a sudden the loudest, cold blooded cry came out of the darkness of the night. An ice cold chill went up our spines..

enduroryda · 05-20-2006, 02:26 PM

It sounded like it was coming from the direction of the graveyard we passed down the road on the way in. Everyones heard of the Legend of Seth Babbit's grave, but no one dares to tell the truth behind the tale.....

Happycampers · 05-20-2006, 02:28 PM

Brad, My father-in-law can recite that poem and many more from Robert Service. He has several of his books. That is of my favorite too. Marvin

canny_banjo_man · 05-20-2006, 02:36 PM

... The frightenin screams got louder & closer, closer & louder... then, suddenly, from out of the dark chilly night came the thunder of iron hooves, no, it was'nt the headless horse rider, it was, was... more scarier than that, this frightenin thing, pulled His loyal steed 2 a screechin halt, & demanded 2 kn " Is this the way 2 Armarillo ".... Well He was a Limey...Chris.....

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klevan · 05-20-2006, 03:28 PM

Thanks, Canny Banjo Man. Okay, let's get this back on track...

Quote:

Originally Posted by klevan

Let's build an Airstream Campfire story by each building on the previous post.

I'll start by borrowing a cliche and the input from 53FlyingCloud:

It was a dark and stormy night. We were all sitting around a dying campfire, pitch black out under the brightness of the stars overhead, when all of a sudden the loudest, cold blooded cry came out of the darkness of the night. An ice cold chill went up our spines..

It sounded like it was coming from the direction of the graveyard we passed down the road on the way in. Everyones heard of the Legend of Seth Babbit's grave, but no one dares to tell the truth behind the tale.....

The frightenin screams got louder & closer, closer & louder...

GlenCoombe · 05-20-2006, 03:59 PM

Seth, a loner for sure, had been the town fool. His passion for Airstream trailers was known by all who met him. His passing had been a great surprise to all. He died with his polisher going....

**flyfshr** · 05-20-2006, 05:24 PM

...and his Nuvite container open. Seth was one of the original citizens of the small community that became known as Woods Canyon. Where came came from, no one really knew and he never spoke of his past.

Brad
FF

klevan · 05-20-2006, 06:02 PM

... Some say Seth had once prospected for gold in Yukon along with his best friend, Sam McGee from Tennessee. And then on the marge of Lake Le Barge, something happened that would haunt Seth until his dieing days...

canny_banjo_man · 05-21-2006, 01:05 AM

... What on earth could be Hauntin Seth, 4 all these years, He reached in2 His grubby bib n brace & pulled out a tiny red & grey '60s transistor radio, switched it on...& there it was agn... " Is this the road 2 Armarillo "....., Oh! NO, 2 much I can't bare this any more, Y did Sam give Me this darn thing ?, it's all I have left 2 remind Me of Him, but it's so hauntin, I find help... Oh! A Camp fire, a camp fire, My kingdom 4a camp fire, so I can burn this darn radio & nvr have 2 listen 2 that song agn...
( Sorry Guys... I jus 4rt a lttl wit in the mornin wakes up one's grey cells.... )...Chris..... 2b continued.... so folks tune in2, Airstream daily blah blah & bitz n bobs n twiddle Yr knobs & Back-on-th-road-agn... What's in store in the next episode ?.... Only U know...( Hic-hic )....

enduroryda · 05-21-2006, 07:42 PM

...But there was not to be a dry piece of kindle found in Woods Canyon for that camp fire, for it had rained for ten straight days and ten straight nights. What could it be Sam McGee that you are trying to convey to thee?? Poor Seth thought......