My mother bought this tent this afternoon on sale and it didn't come with instructions. I left them home. They were too long too fit in my pack. And then comes dinner. Someone builds a fire.
Every boy brings a can to add to the pot.
Nobody has brought a can opener. It's mulligan stew. Russian Roulette style. You haven't lived until you've eaten sauerkraut, candied yams, okra, tamales, bean sprouts, maraschino cherries and Spam poached in smoked oyster sauce. After sampling the stew, most of us opt for weenies and marshmallows carbonized on the end of a plastic-coated hanger.