I have been around here for a short time and couldn't figure a good place to put this ..so why not on The Bank..where fires happen. A thread devoted to stories..tall tales...urban legends and or out right lies. Maybe something along the lines of a 300 lb talking catfish that you met while sitting around the fire drinking pop? I'll start with something a little more sedate...and harmless. Remember it's 12 above and my ground is white. Story time. I was around 12 years old and my Dad and his friends rented property in the Mts. east of San Diego for hunting and fishing. The weekends included ...hunting,fishing and since it was early 60's a lot of drinking..way more than today.Drinking and campfires go way back... We always had a roaring campfire and the fun started before dark and went well into the early morning. This particular weekend had around 20 families..with all us kids driving the parents nuts. The older teens were in charge and we we had to mind them..so a a snipe hunt was organised. The stupid joke played on un unsuspecting kids where you run around with a flashlite and sack yelling . ."here snipe..here snipe ..." so the parents could keep track of you and get you GONE. Being 12 ..I already had been Snipe hunting...and decided to turn the tables a bit.. As I ran around the stock pond yelling ..I caught a bull frog and placed it in my sack we had to carry. Then I went where my Dad and I had skinned some rabbits he killed and put some fur into the sack...I could have stopped there ..but I included some guts ...hey..its gotta feel real...to be real...:big_smile: I went running back to the fire proudly announcing I had caught one of the Snipes..holding my bag high for all the kids...teens and drunk parents to see..The frog kicks ..with a gentile squeeze and the shape with my flashlite shining upon the bag..makes it seem a bit.....snipeish? They demand I empty the bag.. I say No...snipe are timid ...shy creatures... have they ever seen one ? Much less catch one ? But I can let you pet him..and I'll start with the brave guys... One guy reaches inside a brings up some entrails..I say you hurt the dang snipe...be careful. A hot 16 year ol babe reaches inside ..and I say careful...just pet him nice...and she likes the soft fur..( keep your mind outa the gutter.. ) until the dang frog kicks again.. She screams and I make a big deal..saying the snipe is PISSED...and I run into the darkness and release the My snipe. Of course the parents who can walk wanna know what it was...so I rip the 'ol bag open and to show guts and fur...and some blood from the poor snipe. I didn't tell the older guy and get my butt kicked...and I did seem like a cool Kid to the girl.. This innocent story was real and my dad passed it down to my children's children before he died. He was from NW Arkansas..where many tall tales are born. The story of Bill's snipe hunt.