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Boundary Waters Quetico Forum :: Listening Point - General Discussion :: Campfire stories
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| RedPine |
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| prettypaddle |
Your mention of kids books brought to mind my all-time favorite--Three Days on a River in a Red Canoe. That's the book that started me dreaming of canoe adventures and I can't recommend it higly enough. |
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| HighPlainsDrifter |
Dark side and scary stories? Nah, Pierre's antics were all in fun. I tried to paint vivid pictures, like the time Pierre tried to out paddle the bull moose (moose was after peanut butter sandwiches) and ended up caught in the antlers and carried off through the woods....... Pierre also carried duct tape for repairs...... I made my kids laugh, of course they were young and I did not want a couple terrified kids in camp. They loved it when Pierre ended up in the moose antlers |
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| wetcanoedog |
a good one for canoe country would be the Voyageur story-- "La Chasse Galerie"--the canoe in the sky--you can Google it for all the details--i acted this out around the campfire for my East Coast buddys a few years ago--you can also find great art work done about the flying canoe--in short..in order to get back to their girl friends a group of voyageurs make a deal with the devil to make their canoe fly them home for just one nite..misadventures thrive and the devil flys them back on a wild ride--one buddy liked my telling of the story and made up tee shirts for us and gave them out on next trip--a silkscreen of an old painting with the men hanging on for dear life while Old Nick pulls the canoe thru a stormy sky--- |
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| Jimi |
That reminds me of Loup Garou which is a great story to tell to not quite teenagers. It features a flying canoe as well, plus werewolves! Also of Canadian origin. |
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| timfaraway |
Is it August yet? "Not all those who wander are lost." |
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| timfaraway |
"Not all those who wander are lost." |
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| Maddog |
I love the "Jacques Lemaire" comment. What a great character he would be. You lost me after that. Pretty disturbing. Not in a scary way, in a "what?" kind of way. |
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| cowboymac12 |
We did a house swap one Christmas with some friends. We went to their farmhouse in Northern Vermont to ski, while they stayed in our place in Rockland County, NY to visit their family in New Jersey. Their place was like a postcard, complete with a white church and a covered bridge visible from the youngest child's window. So we met the family when returned and joined them at a New Year's eve party. The youngest was named Avi, and he started pestering my mother to tell him a scary story. She went through the usual progression of the gorier Mother Goose standards, but this kid was relentless, insisting none of these stories were scary enough. My mother was fed up; all she wanted to do was drink wine and mingle with the adults. So she made one up. She told Ari about the infamous Covered Bridge Monster of Waterville, Vermont. It lived in covered bridges by day, and at night, searched for blood in the form of small children. It had a huge mouth full of teeth, and razor sharp claws on its front legs which it used to snare children from behind. It didn't have hind legs, but rather a body and tail that it dragged through the snow with its claws, leaving a trail of human blood. Ari was soon in tears, and we never went back to Waterville since. I'm sure he could no longer sleep in his room with that covered bridge so visible out of his window. But my favorite campfire story is the one told by Bill Murray in Meatballs. Check it out. |
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| greenydd |
i dont think i want to go camping with the rest of you tho! :o) |
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| highplainsdrifter |
Holy smokes!!! I think GrandMa L gave the grumpy old man a complement Tell me, does the L stand for Linda or Lynda or something? Campfire stories, ya got to love the moment(s). Telling stories makes an evening to remember. I have been looking at the links provided by jimi and wetdog..... I think I will try to remember some of the folklore stories, and this year (after a Scotch or two), start in........ "It was a dark and stormy night........." Cheers. Maybe someday, I will write down my stories...... |
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| highplainsdrifter |
Timfaraway 5 year olds, huh? Tell ya what ya do. You make the stories up (be a story teller) on the run...... I did it with my kids. They loved my stories of Pierre (my mythical French-Canadian fur trapper/Voyageur)....... you just start building with the series...... throw in a Moose, a bear, his dog, making fishing lures, peanut butter sandwiches (which the moose loved and relentlessly tracked Pierre for......) The possibilities are endless, and besides, your child just wants to sit in front of the fire, dream, and hear your voice Best moments of my life (my daughter always said I should have written a book........) |
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| Maddog |
That scary bastard lives in the MN River and if you get too close to the edge of the water he might snatch ya. You cannot imagine the horrors of being snatched by the Wuba! The reason that Swampthing doesn't really exist is because the Wuba ate him for dinner one night. My dad used to tell me these stories so I would stay the hell away from the river. It was his way of caring I guess. My uncles would sometime sneak off into the woods and do the Wuba call in the evening. Although I have severe psychiatric problems associated with this and other traumatic events in my life I guess I can say that I never drown in the MN river. THANKS DAD! For those that were wondering the Wuba's call goes like this: Wub! Wub! WUBA!!! (repeat as needed until kids are crying and wetting themselves in fear.) Scary shit! I still get goose bumps. |
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| canoerone |
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| Mesaba |
For example, getting his testicals chomped on by hungry badgers but he had packs on the front and back and a canoe on his shoulders so he had to just keep going. All the stories end the same, with the badgers becoming an article of clothing. When children are present, it's a boot or glove. When it's a group of inebriated adults, just let your imagination run wild. |