Not really too bad, but it's all I've got
>Live in Missouri where there's mountain lions
>I think I was 12 or something
>It was me, my older brother by a year, and our dad whose a paranoid drunk
>so basically we're just camping out by a fire and a sleeping bag
>My dad always carried a handgun, I forget what it is, idk because we're not very close and you'll see why later
> so we're just sitting there and I guess out of no where we hear a fucking terrifing loud roar or growl noise
>so my dad tells me to go inside the tent while he and my brother check it out
>it felt like hour of sitting there in the silence waiting for them
>eventually they came back and said they didn't see anything
Another one
>so my dad would always take me and my brother hunting, w/ no license and on some ones property we didn't know
>at the time I didn't see what the problem was, I don't even thinknow we did it the right season either
>so we are hunting in the middle of the night not too far from the house
>I have my 410 shotgun with me
>typically we didn't get anything, my brother usually kills skunks or squirrels
>on our why back we hear a truck pull up near by, now there is nothing here so why would they stop
>my dad tells is to duck down and keep quite
>I can see two men get out and dump what looks like a bag on the side of the road then just stand and talks
>my dad tells me to run straight to the house because it isn't too far and keep my brother with him
>he was a dick like that, doing that to him when he was only a year older then me
>so again I'm stuck waitingon them to get back only to hear that it was nothing
>My dad was so fucking paranoid and I can see it in my brother
I have another story about my last trip with my dad, it's not spooky but to me it was the worst camping trip I ever had...drunk dad's are the worst, forgotto mention my dad was drunk in all these stories...
