Quoted By:
I've told this story before on /out/.
> be me
> 18th century french voyageurs teenacting is my hobby
> floating the Wisconsin River from Wausau to Steven's Point.
> last day of the trek
> unusual crisp in the morning
> heavy fog
> i decide to get up early to pack up at my outing and have a hearty breakfast in town
> slowly paddle down river
> see some boy scouts camped on the side of a bank
> slowly paddle as to not make a sound
> i can barely see the camp through the fog
> reach outing and change back into 21st century modern clothing
> stop at a diner and get a scrambler with sausage gravy
> fuck yea
> bunch of boy scouts enter
> like 12 of them with 2 scout leaders
> all of them are talking about the ghost fur trader they saw on the river
> i inquire about this mysterious ghost fur trader
> mfw they described my reenacting garb to the T
> mfw realize Im the ghost fur trader
> and I would have gotten away with it too if it wasn't for those meddling kids
> i decide to humor these scouts and tell them they saw old Frenchie. A fur trader from the 1700's.
> spin a story on the fly about how Frenchie disappeared on the river, his canoe and all of his supplies drifted all the way to the trading post
> never any trace of old Frenchie ever found.
> pay bill and leave scouts with new ghost story to tell other scouts.
