Originally Posted by
hunter63
OK 4 guys sleeping in a pop-up camper, (canvas ends)......in the middle of a prairie, next to Old Women Creek, in Wyoming.
Was tired, catching something, didn't feel well, in a bad mood......3 other were snoring away.
Heard some crashing around outside, lot's of crashing and banging.......then the guy sleeping on the upper bunk, had some push on his feet thru the canvas...and he slide 6 inches on his bunk........everyone was now awake.
Big foot was attacking us.......WTF, OMG.....
Now we had enough firearms inside the trailer to turn the tide at Custer's Last Stand.....but no one wanted to go face the monster.
I had to take a leak, and was in a bad mood anyway, so stepped out and came face to face with a herd of horses...take were walking thru camp, knocking stuff over, and generally making a racket.
AS I stepped out to the edge of the tarp....our "porch", and was watering the dirt, they slowing went on their way.....looking back at the door was 3 white faces (in the moon light).looking out the door....with a "What the heck is it?
"Horses, ...It's just horses...Go back to sleep".......we are in the horse pasture, guy that owned the land was a rancher, and these were his quarter horses.
This night went down in history as "The night we were attacked by Big Foot".
(Note: hard to fight off monsters when you are taking a whizzz)