Originally posted by Backwoods101
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We were camping one weekend at boykin springs park in the angelina national forest. We did that a lot back around 2000-2004 or so. Got to know the camp host mike really well. Also go to know a binch of the regulars.
Saturday night, sitting around the campfire, mike shows up with one of the regulars. The guy was carrying 2 gallons of some of the strongest and best tasting muscadie wine ive ever had. About 1 am, we had two empty bottles, the guy that brought the wine had left, mike the camp host was squatting on top of the picknic table and I quote "breathing oxygen". We practically carried him to his camper and dumped him inside the front door, returned to camp and went to bed.
I was just falling asleep when i hear my buddy start yelling and jumping around in his tent. He flies out in his boxers and takes off running into the woods throwing anything he can get his hands on. To this day, he swears there was a sasquatch breathing in his tent window and he chased him off with sticks and a flashlight! Not quite sure that that muscadine wine might have been a bit strong for him!
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