This is my little tale of a good night, gone bad. I know there are a lot out there, and not too sure if it's right to speak of such things here; I'm going to give it a shot though..( apologies in advance!) The Summer of '06, after a long, hot week of factory work. I decided that I was going to go night fishing down at the Green River; Located in Calhoun, Ky. It's about a 45 minute drive from where I lived at the time. A local "River-Rat" that worked in the plant had invited me to his fathers rental place, which had set right on top of the Dam. I had made a few trips before hand, knew the area somewhat, and was looking forward to a good night of fishing. I had planned it all out to a "T". I had all the tackle setting in the car for the trip; All that I had to do was go to the house to grab the Live bait, and Liver from the fridge, kiss the ole' lady good night and leave. When I got the my friends Camp Area. He had invited some other people over to celebrate his cousin's return home for a short leave in the army. Beer was present, and laughing was very apparent when I arrived. A small Camp fire had been burning for a while, as the night had grown a little chilly, I had grabbed a beer, and stepped by the fire to warm up before going out to the Dam, and setting up camp for the night. After about a full can of beer, I went ahead and grabbed my tackle, and poles, set them up on the other end of the pick-nick area. I only then realized that I had forgotten half of my tackle back at the house. No biggie, I have liver, some of my tackle, and replacement hooks if I needed them. My friend said he could cover the rest. Unknown to myself, the small camp fire was actually a very large bonfire. One that had been burning with 4 foot river logs most of the night before I came. I decided to grab another can, and warm the old legs before going out, and having my fun. Roughly 2 minutes of standing there warming myself, I start to feel a little 'too' warm..so I move away from the fire. Shortly after, I begin to feel a little more warmer then before, again, I think that my pant legs are getting too close to the fire. I glance down to make sure the fire hasn't flamed back up again, and move 2 more feet off. All this time, I was keeping an eye on the guys, and laughing along with their stories. Well, After the third time that I had felt my pant legs get too warm for my comfort, I look at them..Then, to my shocked realization, my right leg was on fire. My first instinct, swat the fire out. Instead of me swatting the fabric away from my leg, I smack the fire onto my leg- instantly burning the fibers that had been on fire into my skin. Pain came shortly after. LOL, to top this off, I've got 3 guys running around me in circles, suggesting things that I can do to get the fire out. On top of that, I've got a VERY drunk Soldier, staggering up to me saying "Hold on, I will put it out for you" while unzipping his pants. :confused2: A lot of things crossed my mind. Hit the guy trying to urinate on me, yank my pants off, run into the river, ect; The only thing that I could resort to doing was to pour what was left of my beer onto the fire. Which put it out. Leaving me with a 1st, 2nd, and 3rd degree burn on the calf of my right leg. I was proud them, and I'm proud now to say.. I stayed 6 hours after that incident. I caught 8 fish. 5 strippers, 2 catfish, and 1 bass. :006:I would show pictures, but honestly, I don't think they would be appropriate for some of the bloggers. Heck, I'm not sure if even this event is appropriate to speak of on this site. ( IF it isn't, I will delete..and again, apologies in advance!:beat_brick So, there you are. My worst/best fishing night to date.