Originally Posted By: Beadlescomb

Originally Posted By: ridgestalker
I remember years ago when I would make the long drive t south Ga for their opening weekend with my brother. We rolled into camp about 9 and had a couple of drinks then retired to the shack wore out and relaxed. I unrolled my sleeping bag and slid in falling asleep almost instantly. I woke moments minutes later in pure terror as the end of the bag was full of yellow jackets. Scarred for life would be an understatement. The best I remember I couldn't put on anything but crocks all weekend due to swelling.


How did they get in there


Best I remember the zipper was tore up and stayed open all the way down and probably wasn't rolled tight.


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