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**Iowanian** · 03-20-2015, 10:01 AM

Tell us your best story. Your best day, the wildest thing you've seen, an event in your life.

I'm looking for the story that defines your life, the one you'd tell your grandkids around a campfire, the one you and your old friends re-tell half a box of beer into a night.

Tell us about the time you saw your dad kill a bear with his case knife, the day you won the lottery, the turd that was born with your child, the day your grandpa took you fishing.....good, bad, ugly. Your best story.

The only rule, it has to be true to the best of your memory. Go.

Why Not? · 03-20-2015, 02:47 PM

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Originally Posted by ptlyon

Got a blowjob in a car wash once, and that was not weird

Much cooler story

**Baby Lee** · 03-20-2015, 02:48 PM

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Originally Posted by Why Not?

Much cooler story

And if he went to a full service wash, they clean up the spooge with the power vac not 5 minutes later!!

**Bob Dole** · 03-20-2015, 03:00 PM

Up until 18 months ago, Bob Dole pooped every morning between 6:20 and 6:40.

Holladay · 03-20-2015, 03:49 PM

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I don't want to get into specific names, but the name of one of the camps is Lone Star, after King Lone Star H.Roe Bartle.

When you stated your name, I was wondering about this. I am Least Crying Crow. My son is Little Least Crying Crow. You have a bunch of heritage. Is it safe to say, from your name that you are the GGson of Bartle? My son didn't want to be Little Least. He didn't realize the importance.

I was on H. Roe camp staff '78 and '79...Saw Mill Pool Staff. I came out as a Keeper. Lots of camp stories, peeing from the water tower, swimming in the water tower, fu fu bow and arrow fights, riding trees at the rifle range (like the coon story but you held on) etc.

My son is going to be on Camp Geigers' Pool Staff this summer. It is the sister Mic-O-Say camp in St Joe.

eDave · 03-20-2015, 03:50 PM

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Originally Posted by Baby Lee

We also had three other Chieftains [beside Little Lone Star] who were troop leaders.

Needless to say Mic-O-Say, and camp in general, was important to our troop. Downside was there was plenty of monitoring that we respected Mic-O-Say grounds and rules.

Really a great experience overall. Campouts EVERY month, without fail. Half of the winter campouts would be outside winter camping [fun, but freaking cold]. The other half would be some kind of indoor camp away. Twice we went to the SAC base in Nebraska for a weekend. We probably averaged 100-125 scouts and 20 or so leaders throughout my time there.

re: respecting the rules, during my Brave induction, during the silent work period, I was raking a trail when I came across a 6 foot brown snake. Again, stupid me, I stood there trying to figure out how to indicate alarm without breaking oath [recall, this is the period where you can't even use hand signals, let alone talk]. Luckily it slithered away after a moment.

But I had a good 3-4 seconds [seemed like eternity] staring at a brown snake longer than I was tall with no defense but my rake.

Another year, one of the Chieftains beheaded a 4 foot copperhead that wandered into camp and tanned a headband out of the skin for ceremonies.

Ha ha. I remember that. NO WAY I could ever do that now. I talk all the freaking time. Shit, I was 'this' close to screwing it up during the final ceremony. Dude was ALL up in my face trying to break me.

Thanks for the memories Baby Lee. Troop 288 here. Long ass time ago.

**Baby Lee** · 03-20-2015, 04:03 PM

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Originally Posted by Holladay

When you stated your name, I was wondering about this. I am Least Crying Crow. My son is Little Least Crying Crow. You have a bunch of heritage. Is it safe to say, from your name that you are the GGson of Bartle? My son didn't want to be Little Least. He didn't realize the importance.

I was on H. Roe camp staff '78 and '79...Saw Mill Pool Staff. I came out as a Keeper. Lots of camp stories, peeing from the water tower, swimming in the water tower, fu fu bow and arrow fights, riding trees at the rifle range (like the coon story but you held on) etc.

My son is going to be on Camp Geigers' Pool Staff this summer. It is the sister Mic-O-Say camp in St Joe.

No, my name is Shield of Three Panthers [family crest]. LLLS was a troop mate of mine and LLS was my scoutmaster.

**SAUTO** · 03-20-2015, 04:12 PM

I couldn't even figure out where to begin, and most would get me in quite a bit of trouble.

Kman34 · 03-20-2015, 04:37 PM

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Originally Posted by eDave

I was up for King Peewee my first year. That was a good loss.

Me too!!! I was bigger than all the other nominees though but my troop nominated me anyway.... the winner was carried all round camp...I kind of envied him...

**Baby Lee** · 03-20-2015, 04:42 PM

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Originally Posted by eDave

Thanks for the memories Baby Lee. Troop 288 here. Long ass time ago.

Did you know that . . . .

The cat came back

The very next day

eDave · 03-20-2015, 04:44 PM

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Originally Posted by Baby Lee

Did you know that . . . .

The cat came back

The very next day

They thought he was goner... I can't remember yesterday but I can remember that. Also:

As scout is:
Trustworthy
Loyal
Helpful
Friendly
Courteous
Kind
Obedient
Cheerful
Thrifty
Brave
Clean and
Reverent.

What about; Up In The Air Jr. Birdman.

"Up in the air, upside down"

**Rain Man** · 03-20-2015, 05:23 PM

Okay, for those who haven't heard it, here's my best story.

The year was 1989. Christian Okoye was running roughshod over the NFL and I was having a bad year. I'd never been out of the country before, so a friend and I decided to go to Kathmandu because it was the most unusual place we could think of.

To get to Kathmandu in those days, you had to fly into India, so we figured we'd wander around there for a while, too. We flew into Bombay, toured that fine city, and then our next stop was a cool place about 250 miles away called Aurangabad. If you ever find yourself in central India, I recommend Aurangabad. It's got cool temples like this:

But I digress. My friend and I were on our way to the airport for the flight to Aurangabad when our guide stopped at a hotel and told us to wait. We didn't know why, but we did. So we sat in a hotel lobby - me, my friend, and about 20 monks - for the entire day. All day, with no idea what was going on. Add me to the picture and it looked like this:

Eventually the guide came back and said that the airlines had gone on strike. So we were stuck. Our options were to wait it out in Bombay, go home, or rent a car and drive to Aurangabad. So we rented a car, despite serious reservations. Our guide looked like a classic Bollywood villain and no one would know where we were.

The car has to come with a driver because that's how India works, and you need one. There's no signage and you're dodging cows, elephants, oxcarts, tuktuks, motorcycles, big trucks, and about a billion pedestrians.

So we take off on a 250-mile journey. Didn't seem like a problem, and it was fine for the first hour or so. Our driver didn't speak English very well, but he knew a little bit, and we were in some native India car that looked like this:

About an hour into the trip we hit the Western Ghat mountains, which I never knew existed. Steep dropoffs, no guardrails, and our driver started drifting off to sleep. Constantly. Which is not a good thing when you're on roads like this:

And the roads were tough, too. In India, bigger vehicles take the right of way, so you have to dodge if big trucks decide to pull into your lane to pass oxcarts. So it's getting dark and our driver is constantly falling asleep at the wheel and big trucks are hurtling toward us, and the only good thing is that the driver is going about ten miles per hour at this point so we can reach up from the back seat and grab the wheel if he starts to go off the road.

We can't drive because we don't have a license, have no idea where we are, and there are soldiers everywhere because the Gandhi clan had just lost power in the recent election. So we put up with this for a while and eventually find ourselves on some completely dark road in the middle of nowhere. We tell the driver to pull over and we'll just sleep in the car.

He tells us no, because we're in bandit territory and we'll get robbed if we stop. Given this unexpected news, we elect to keep driving, even though at this point we're cruising along at walking speed and going off the road constantly. It turned out that our driver had been driving for 24 hours straight before he picked us up.

He hits some mud hut village and says that we can sleep in the car there, then promptly passes out. We're sitting in the car and there's a mud hut bar across the road and it's got a bunch of really scary drunk dudes who are really checking out our car. They keep coming over and urinating next to it and looking in at us. We decide to sleep in shifts, and after about an hour an army truck rolls by and unleashes the biggest backfire ever right next to our car. That is not a good thing when you're already on edge.

We were convinced that the bar thugs had located a musket or something, so we wake the driver up and say, "Go. Now."

So our journey continued. We ran a motorcycle completely off the road, drove through a spilled wreck from an overturned tanker truck, which I hope was carrying water because it sure looked like we were driving through gasoline to me, and generally were scared to death the whole time.

And then we have a flat tire. By some miracle we have a spare, so we jump out and change it quickly since, you know, we're still in bandit territory. Keep in mind that we have no idea where we are. We get back in and the driver says that we have to repair the tire because we'll likely have another one given the conditions of the road.

So we pull into another mud hut village and stop. These villages have homeless people all over, so when we stop and get out we draw a crowd of onlookers. The tire repair dude comes out of one of the huts with a bunch of folding chairs and everyone sits in a big circle around the tire and shoots the breeze in Hindi while the tire is fixed. At this point it's about 3 in the morning.

We get back in the car, and four hours later hit the wondrous hotel in Aurangabad, where we're two of only about a dozen guests due to the airline strike. The others were all stranded Japanese who were already there when the strike hit. The drive took about twelve hours overnight to go 250 miles and the entire time we thought we were going to be killed by either a head-on crash, driving off a mountain, blowing up in a pool of gasoline or good old-fashioned murder.

But Aurangabad was really cool.

**SAUTO** · 03-20-2015, 05:26 PM

I went to a really nice wedding once. Like REALLY NICE.

KS Smitty · 03-20-2015, 06:00 PM

Rainman, I love a story with pictures.

**Rain Man** · 03-20-2015, 06:04 PM

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Originally Posted by KS Smitty

Rainman, I love a story with pictures.

I wanted to do pop-ups, but couldn't figure out how to make it work.

**Baby Lee** · 03-20-2015, 06:05 PM

Rainman - if that was indeed your car, it's a Trabant and it's Russian in origin. Very interesting history. Pretty much anyone in the Soviet Bloc drove for decades. They're a keepsake of sorts in former East Germany now and were the first things across the bridge when East and West were reunited.

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Rain Man NFL's #1 Ermines Fan Join Date: Jul 2001 Location: My house Casino cash: $3338491 VARSITY	Okay, for those who haven't heard it, here's my best story. The year was 1989. Christian Okoye was running roughshod over the NFL and I was having a bad year. I'd never been out of the country before, so a friend and I decided to go to Kathmandu because it was the most unusual place we could think of. To get to Kathmandu in those days, you had to fly into India, so we figured we'd wander around there for a while, too. We flew into Bombay, toured that fine city, and then our next stop was a cool place about 250 miles away called Aurangabad. If you ever find yourself in central India, I recommend Aurangabad. It's got cool temples like this: But I digress. My friend and I were on our way to the airport for the flight to Aurangabad when our guide stopped at a hotel and told us to wait. We didn't know why, but we did. So we sat in a hotel lobby - me, my friend, and about 20 monks - for the entire day. All day, with no idea what was going on. Add me to the picture and it looked like this: Eventually the guide came back and said that the airlines had gone on strike. So we were stuck. Our options were to wait it out in Bombay, go home, or rent a car and drive to Aurangabad. So we rented a car, despite serious reservations. Our guide looked like a classic Bollywood villain and no one would know where we were. The car has to come with a driver because that's how India works, and you need one. There's no signage and you're dodging cows, elephants, oxcarts, tuktuks, motorcycles, big trucks, and about a billion pedestrians. So we take off on a 250-mile journey. Didn't seem like a problem, and it was fine for the first hour or so. Our driver didn't speak English very well, but he knew a little bit, and we were in some native India car that looked like this: About an hour into the trip we hit the Western Ghat mountains, which I never knew existed. Steep dropoffs, no guardrails, and our driver started drifting off to sleep. Constantly. Which is not a good thing when you're on roads like this: And the roads were tough, too. In India, bigger vehicles take the right of way, so you have to dodge if big trucks decide to pull into your lane to pass oxcarts. So it's getting dark and our driver is constantly falling asleep at the wheel and big trucks are hurtling toward us, and the only good thing is that the driver is going about ten miles per hour at this point so we can reach up from the back seat and grab the wheel if he starts to go off the road. We can't drive because we don't have a license, have no idea where we are, and there are soldiers everywhere because the Gandhi clan had just lost power in the recent election. So we put up with this for a while and eventually find ourselves on some completely dark road in the middle of nowhere. We tell the driver to pull over and we'll just sleep in the car. He tells us no, because we're in bandit territory and we'll get robbed if we stop. Given this unexpected news, we elect to keep driving, even though at this point we're cruising along at walking speed and going off the road constantly. It turned out that our driver had been driving for 24 hours straight before he picked us up. He hits some mud hut village and says that we can sleep in the car there, then promptly passes out. We're sitting in the car and there's a mud hut bar across the road and it's got a bunch of really scary drunk dudes who are really checking out our car. They keep coming over and urinating next to it and looking in at us. We decide to sleep in shifts, and after about an hour an army truck rolls by and unleashes the biggest backfire ever right next to our car. That is not a good thing when you're already on edge. We were convinced that the bar thugs had located a musket or something, so we wake the driver up and say, "Go. Now." So our journey continued. We ran a motorcycle completely off the road, drove through a spilled wreck from an overturned tanker truck, which I hope was carrying water because it sure looked like we were driving through gasoline to me, and generally were scared to death the whole time. And then we have a flat tire. By some miracle we have a spare, so we jump out and change it quickly since, you know, we're still in bandit territory. Keep in mind that we have no idea where we are. We get back in and the driver says that we have to repair the tire because we'll likely have another one given the conditions of the road. So we pull into another mud hut village and stop. These villages have homeless people all over, so when we stop and get out we draw a crowd of onlookers. The tire repair dude comes out of one of the huts with a bunch of folding chairs and everyone sits in a big circle around the tire and shoots the breeze in Hindi while the tire is fixed. At this point it's about 3 in the morning. We get back in the car, and four hours later hit the wondrous hotel in Aurangabad, where we're two of only about a dozen guests due to the airline strike. The others were all stranded Japanese who were already there when the strike hit. The drive took about twelve hours overnight to go 250 miles and the entire time we thought we were going to be killed by either a head-on crash, driving off a mountain, blowing up in a pool of gasoline or good old-fashioned murder. 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