Originally Posted by
Mike Kelly
As a kid I camped many times on Mr. J. D. Cronic's land not too far from where I grew up. We set the tent up in his pasture near the pond. We were not near any roads or houses. At night the only light we had was the campfire and our cheap flashlights (batteries were about dead before the next day). We pissed behind the tent and took a crap in the field. Cooked on the open campfire. I camped there with the Boy Scouts and sometimes with my friend and his dad. One time we caught our fish and cooked them for supper. Last year I went to see my friend's dad. It was for his son's funeral, who was my childhood friend that I camped with. His dad spoke of our camping trips together at his son's funeral. He spoke about us catching and cooking the fish. Post like these make me think back to a time ????