well when i was little we went camping and my brother damn near burned down the entire park as he used gasoline to try to start a camp fire, it was funny now but man was my dad ticked off,lol

I went backpacking once into the trinity wilderness area. Our golden retriever went with us. We were fishing in a lake and catching so many trout, that we would throw back anything too small, but that didn't work because our dog would go out and retrieve the fish and bring them back to us, so he got to eat some of the fish too.

Around the age of 12 my mother planned a camping trip. She forgot the pots and pans and other cooking supplies. We wound up cooking out of two large coffee cans and used my throwing knife to flip stuff. My Mom brought some beer for my Step Father, wound up being Jalepeno beer that smelt like dead skunk. He wasn't very happy. To top all this, a bear came into the camp. We had our dog in a large door crate. The dog started barking at the bear, he picked up the dog crate and dropped it on me in the tent. Great story for me though.