Friends, the more I think back on my adventures in scouts, a trend becomes evident. Most stories worth telling manifest themselves from three catalysts: being stupid, bad weather, and encounters with animals. This story is the result of the latter. It was a Tuesday night, about midnight. That I do remember. It was a nice …
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How I Learned to Fry Chicken (And the Lady Who Taught Me)
This is the short, but sweet story of how I learned how to fry chicken from a crazy old lady in the middle of the woods. Now before we go any further, my buddy Dave has a pretty crazy story about how he got into card tricks. The story goes that he learned everything he …
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The Saga Continues: The Rapid of Doom
Be sure to read about the events leading up to this in A High Adventure Nightmare! I always wondered why the cops on the ungodly number of procedural TV shows would talk about their gut. It was always "follow your gut" and "what does your gut say?" and "my gut's telling me (fill in the …
A High Adventure Nightmare
We were on a unique outing, my troop and I. We had decided to shake all usual constraints and plan our own High adventure trip. I was paired up with my good buddy Ryan from the get-go, and we were ready to hit the road with our packed itinerary. We were going to start with …
The Feud Begins: A Lost Hope
I'm not afraid of much. I cannot truthfully say that I enjoy things like spiders or extreme heights, but my dislike of these kinds of things is not debilitating. With this said, I think the concept of fear is rather fluid, and with this in mind, I'm gonna confess something: I have a very fear-like …
The Great Flood
I remember being quite surprised. Looking back on it I definitely shouldn't have been, but it was summer and I was a whole eleven years old and all but invincible. I remember thinking our first day was quite sunny, so why shouldn't the entire weekend be similar? My troop and I had been anticipating this …
The Snow Snakes of Indiana
Adrenaline is a weird thing. It can either make you run screaming or make you literally scared stiff. For me, It. Maybe that's because I had more time to take in my surroundings, or it might just be that I was more scared in those situations. In any case, I can recall few times as scary …
Brandon and the Left Handed Hammer
It has been said by many people that I am, in fact, an asshole. After careful consideration, I have decided to agree. I have made many attempts to not be, some more successful than others, but I think one of my lowest, most asshole-ish points was at Woodlore with a guy by the name of …
On the Evolution of Chipmunks
It was that time of day. The sun was beginning its descent into the tree line, the air was hot but was cut by a slight breeze, and dread hung on all our limbs. We had six more miles until we were to pitch camp, and we had already done ten. But I'm getting ahead …
The Winter of the Bird
This is the story of a very special bird. A bird that doesn't fly, doesn't sing, and never eats worms. This is the story of a very special species of bird that flips. As I may have mentioned in a previous tale, I was a Boy Scout. I know how to tie knots, build a fire, …
Whippersnapper Balderdash 