Blowin' Smoke

[Tumbleweed_Tex]

I have searched this site top to bottom. I have found information about everything from axle specs to zucchini cornbread, high gloss body paint to teardrop romance.

The one thing I CAN’T seem to find is a place to post good old-fashioned stories or lies. You know…Teardrop and Tiny Travel Trailer Tall Tales.

(that a lotta Ts)

Anyway, the way I see it, there must be a lot of tall tale tellers (or bald-faced liars) in this outfit, so I’m wonderin’ if it wouldn’t be interesting to start this new discussion thread where you can’t necessarily believe a word you read.

So go ahead...tell your tale, fact or fiction. If you prefer, keep a straight face, make it totally believable, and lie through your teeth. In here, it's ok to blow smoke...

Tex

[caseydog]

There may not be any smoke on the forum, but there's plenty of hot air.


CD

[planovet]

Where there is smoke, there is fire

[deceiver]

About 10 yrs ago I was hiking the chairback range on the Appalachian trail in Maine. It was part of a 100 mile hike on the 100 mile wilderness stretch.

At one point at elevation I made camp. In the rough privy is always a notebook to log your personal info so you can see who has come through. The notebook was riddled with warnings about the killer rabbits. Everyone talked about them but gave little information besides to be wary of them

Later I opened my whisperlite stove on the ground, sat down, and proceeded to make dinner before turning in. a group of small grey rabbits immediately encircled me about 5 ft away. They were all around me just looking. I got up and moved my whole cooking stuff over a couple of feet. En' mass they all moved over with me and formed a circle again. I got up. They looked up at attention. I picked up my foot. They picked up a paw. I put it down a little to the left. They moved over a little to the left. I stamped my foot and said, "BOO!" They all just looked.

That evening I sat and ate dinner with a keen eyed audience. They never made a move. just looked. I later turned in. The next morning when I got up I looked outside. My undies and socks were gone. I found one sock. It was all chewed up. Later on I met some people on the trail and asked them about it. They said that the bunnies were after the salt in the cloth. They were waiting for me to finish eating. After you eat you go to bed. when you go to bed you leave out your undies full of sweaty salt. They got my tidywhities. I'll never forget the 'killer' rabbits. This story is true by the way.

[Tumbleweed_Tex]

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