Quote (max09 @ Aug 8 2018 06:42pm)

max09's crazy encounter with a bear/mountain lion

it all started with a solo kayak fishing + camping trip
..I got to the lake at about 5 or 6 am and right away I open a beer...this is how all fishing trips start right? ..that's how mine goes anyway :blush:
i caught a few pikes...it was a nice lake..a couple nice beach..I chill a bit and kept drinking beers
after a few hours..I'm down to the wine so I open the bottle...and at this point..I'm drunk but I'm still able to ''drive'' a kayak so I kept fishing

at some point...I'm like I gotta go mount my tent for the night..because my camping is located at the other lake..which I would be fishing the next day
I decided to leave and install my tent at the camping site
once I got there, I managed to mount the tent, ez pz and while I was there, I may as well explore the lake I would be fishing the next day, so I got on the lake with the kayak and started exploring around a few islands and I found a few spots for the next day
I got back to the camping site..and at this point...I kinda lost memories of what happend because I was that drunk(I had drank 12 beers and a bottle of wine) but from what I remember, I started a fire, read a few pages of my books, bought some woods at the ''office'' and cut a few dead trees to burn during the night


so from this point..I black out and I don't really remember much but once I woke up, I was on some dirt road and my back was hurting like hell and my feet were wet...apart from that I didn't know shit what happend, it was really really dark..I was clearly in the night
I look at what I had on me....I had my car's key strapped to my wrist and I had a lighter in my pocket...that's it

I have..axe...a shit load of big sharp knifes, bear spray, gps, flashlight, bear banger, etc etc...but none of it was on me at that time

I started walking on the dirt road thinking I would see a sign of where the fuck I am...meanwhile I was able to grab a sturdy piece of wood that would serve me as a walking stick and as a ''weapon'' in case I would encounter some unfriendly animals
after 30 minutes I get to a sign that says ''road 2 west'' .....my camping is on the ''2 west'' so I'm like all good..I'm gonna walk down this road and get to my camping and my car, etc
a hour later...I'm starting to think, did I read it right? ....there's no way I coulda walk this long while being dead drunk so I went back to the sign...and with the help of my incredible lighter, I managed to see the sign and it said ''2 west''
so I once again went back that road but this time for a good 2 hours....and after 2 hours, I was like...this makes no sense...there is just no way i got this far....and at this point the sun was starting to show up so I got back to the sign I first saw at the beggening of the night

and once I got there, with the help of the sun
I saw it was indeed the 2 west but I was heading the wrong way, it clearly stated ''acceuil macaza'' while I was actually looking for ''acceuil le diable''
so once I found out which way I should be heading to, it got real easy...I got to my camping site within a hour

meanwhile, I must have went into the forest a dozen times to look for creeks to get water...because I was thirsty as fuck

so once I got the my camping site, i was like 8 in the morning, peoples at the camping were cooking bacons and what not
they were kinda wondering wtf I was doing walking back to the camping with a wooden stick at 8 am...I didn't care

I got there, I drank nearly 3 liters of water and puked all of it back

and then I tried remembering wtf happend during the night

I looked at the table and I saw a half emptied rhum bottle.......I was like that's bad...that explain why I don't remember shit
I was already drunk as fuck but I managed to get the rhum out....RIP

my back was hurting like hell
like I couldn't lay on the ground or move....or..do anything

a few memories started coming back to me
I remembered falling down a bridge into a river and I managed to get out of it
I know I walked down the road for quite a bite thinking about the ''ram 1500 rebel ad'' ''tu va me faire faire une syncope, c'est sa etre un rebel''
I remember falling asleep on the road because I was too drunk to do anything
I remember my feet were soaking wet because of that river/



so what I think happend that night is;
I got drunk as fuck, started cutting trees down for the fire, eventually got down deep into the woods with minimal gears on me, I heard a waterfall and decided to go see it, I somehow fell into the river, I manged to get my self back up, black out somewhere in the woods, I got raped by a bear/mountain lion, I got up(while being 1000001312032131231% drunk) and got back to the road, blacked out again and slept...woke up and that's where I started going up and down the ''2 west'' road


I have no clue where the fuck I coulda fall into a river because there is none near my camp site
I have no clue how I lost the bear spray I had on me...becuase I thought I left it at the campsite but once I came back, It wasn't there so I must have used/lost it during the night

I lef the camping site at like 9 or 10 am...and I went to my step bro's place
once I got there he took pictures of my back and showed me because before that I didn't know why the fuck my back was hurting so much

I had a clear bite mark over my ribs and a claws marks all over my back


fuck being scared of something, that day, I went to my home, dropped the kayak and I was leaving the next morning to go fish again with my step bro...my back was still hurting like hell


max09's crazy story
I probably left a few details out

Quote (KoJ @ Aug 9 2018 12:14am)

might be time to cut back on the drinking bud

Quote (max09 @ 9 Aug 2018 04:42)

max09's crazy encounter with a bear/mountain lion

it all started with a solo kayak fishing + camping trip
..I got to the lake at about 5 or 6 am and right away I open a beer...this is how all fishing trips start right? ..that's how mine goes anyway :blush:
i caught a few pikes...it was a nice lake..a couple nice beach..I chill a bit and kept drinking beers
after a few hours..I'm down to the wine so I open the bottle...and at this point..I'm drunk but I'm still able to ''drive'' a kayak so I kept fishing

at some point...I'm like I gotta go mount my tent for the night..because my camping is located at the other lake..which I would be fishing the next day
I decided to leave and install my tent at the camping site
once I got there, I managed to mount the tent, ez pz and while I was there, I may as well explore the lake I would be fishing the next day, so I got on the lake with the kayak and started exploring around a few islands and I found a few spots for the next day
I got back to the camping site..and at this point...I kinda lost memories of what happend because I was that drunk(I had drank 12 beers and a bottle of wine) but from what I remember, I started a fire, read a few pages of my books, bought some woods at the ''office'' and cut a few dead trees to burn during the night


so from this point..I black out and I don't really remember much but once I woke up, I was on some dirt road and my back was hurting like hell and my feet were wet...apart from that I didn't know shit what happend, it was really really dark..I was clearly in the night
I look at what I had on me....I had my car's key strapped to my wrist and I had a lighter in my pocket...that's it

I have..axe...a shit load of big sharp knifes, bear spray, gps, flashlight, bear banger, etc etc...but none of it was on me at that time

I started walking on the dirt road thinking I would see a sign of where the fuck I am...meanwhile I was able to grab a sturdy piece of wood that would serve me as a walking stick and as a ''weapon'' in case I would encounter some unfriendly animals
after 30 minutes I get to a sign that says ''road 2 west'' .....my camping is on the ''2 west'' so I'm like all good..I'm gonna walk down this road and get to my camping and my car, etc
a hour later...I'm starting to think, did I read it right? ....there's no way I coulda walk this long while being dead drunk so I went back to the sign...and with the help of my incredible lighter, I managed to see the sign and it said ''2 west''
so I once again went back that road but this time for a good 2 hours....and after 2 hours, I was like...this makes no sense...there is just no way i got this far....and at this point the sun was starting to show up so I got back to the sign I first saw at the beggening of the night

and once I got there, with the help of the sun
I saw it was indeed the 2 west but I was heading the wrong way, it clearly stated ''acceuil macaza'' while I was actually looking for ''acceuil le diable''
so once I found out which way I should be heading to, it got real easy...I got to my camping site within a hour

meanwhile, I must have went into the forest a dozen times to look for creeks to get water...because I was thirsty as fuck

so once I got the my camping site, i was like 8 in the morning, peoples at the camping were cooking bacons and what not
they were kinda wondering wtf I was doing walking back to the camping with a wooden stick at 8 am...I didn't care

I got there, I drank nearly 3 liters of water and puked all of it back

and then I tried remembering wtf happend during the night

I looked at the table and I saw a half emptied rhum bottle.......I was like that's bad...that explain why I don't remember shit
I was already drunk as fuck but I managed to get the rhum out....RIP

my back was hurting like hell
like I couldn't lay on the ground or move....or..do anything

a few memories started coming back to me
I remembered falling down a bridge into a river and I managed to get out of it
I know I walked down the road for quite a bite thinking about the ''ram 1500 rebel ad'' ''tu va me faire faire une syncope, c'est sa etre un rebel''
I remember falling asleep on the road because I was too drunk to do anything
I remember my feet were soaking wet because of that river/



so what I think happend that night is;
I got drunk as fuck, started cutting trees down for the fire, eventually got down deep into the woods with minimal gears on me, I heard a waterfall and decided to go see it, I somehow fell into the river, I manged to get my self back up, black out somewhere in the woods, I got raped by a bear/mountain lion, I got up(while being 1000001312032131231% drunk) and got back to the road, blacked out again and slept...woke up and that's where I started going up and down the ''2 west'' road


I have no clue where the fuck I coulda fall into a river because there is none near my camp site
I have no clue how I lost the bear spray I had on me...becuase I thought I left it at the campsite but once I came back, It wasn't there so I must have used/lost it during the night

I lef the camping site at like 9 or 10 am...and I went to my step bro's place
once I got there he took pictures of my back and showed me because before that I didn't know why the fuck my back was hurting so much

I had a clear bite mark over my ribs and a claws marks all over my back


fuck being scared of something, that day, I went to my home, dropped the kayak and I was leaving the next morning to go fish again with my step bro...my back was still hurting like hell


max09's crazy story
I probably left a few details out

Quote (Weber @ Aug 8 2018 01:03pm)

missing the youtube streams

Quote (max09 @ Aug 8 2018 06:42pm)

I looked at the table and I saw a half emptied rhum bottle.......I was like that's bad...that explain why I don't remember shit
I was already drunk as fuck but I managed to get the rhum out....RIP
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Quote (max09 @ Aug 8 2018 09:42pm)

max09's crazy encounter with a bear/mountain lion

it all started with a solo kayak fishing + camping trip
..I got to the lake at about 5 or 6 am and right away I open a beer...this is how all fishing trips start right? ..that's how mine goes anyway :blush:
i caught a few pikes...it was a nice lake..a couple nice beach..I chill a bit and kept drinking beers
after a few hours..I'm down to the wine so I open the bottle...and at this point..I'm drunk but I'm still able to ''drive'' a kayak so I kept fishing

at some point...I'm like I gotta go mount my tent for the night..because my camping is located at the other lake..which I would be fishing the next day
I decided to leave and install my tent at the camping site
once I got there, I managed to mount the tent, ez pz and while I was there, I may as well explore the lake I would be fishing the next day, so I got on the lake with the kayak and started exploring around a few islands and I found a few spots for the next day
I got back to the camping site..and at this point...I kinda lost memories of what happend because I was that drunk(I had drank 12 beers and a bottle of wine) but from what I remember, I started a fire, read a few pages of my books, bought some woods at the ''office'' and cut a few dead trees to burn during the night


so from this point..I black out and I don't really remember much but once I woke up, I was on some dirt road and my back was hurting like hell and my feet were wet...apart from that I didn't know shit what happend, it was really really dark..I was clearly in the night
I look at what I had on me....I had my car's key strapped to my wrist and I had a lighter in my pocket...that's it

I have..axe...a shit load of big sharp knifes, bear spray, gps, flashlight, bear banger, etc etc...but none of it was on me at that time

I started walking on the dirt road thinking I would see a sign of where the fuck I am...meanwhile I was able to grab a sturdy piece of wood that would serve me as a walking stick and as a ''weapon'' in case I would encounter some unfriendly animals
after 30 minutes I get to a sign that says ''road 2 west'' .....my camping is on the ''2 west'' so I'm like all good..I'm gonna walk down this road and get to my camping and my car, etc
a hour later...I'm starting to think, did I read it right? ....there's no way I coulda walk this long while being dead drunk so I went back to the sign...and with the help of my incredible lighter, I managed to see the sign and it said ''2 west''
so I once again went back that road but this time for a good 2 hours....and after 2 hours, I was like...this makes no sense...there is just no way i got this far....and at this point the sun was starting to show up so I got back to the sign I first saw at the beggening of the night

and once I got there, with the help of the sun
I saw it was indeed the 2 west but I was heading the wrong way, it clearly stated ''acceuil macaza'' while I was actually looking for ''acceuil le diable''
so once I found out which way I should be heading to, it got real easy...I got to my camping site within a hour

meanwhile, I must have went into the forest a dozen times to look for creeks to get water...because I was thirsty as fuck

so once I got the my camping site, i was like 8 in the morning, peoples at the camping were cooking bacons and what not
they were kinda wondering wtf I was doing walking back to the camping with a wooden stick at 8 am...I didn't care

I got there, I drank nearly 3 liters of water and puked all of it back

and then I tried remembering wtf happend during the night

I looked at the table and I saw a half emptied rhum bottle.......I was like that's bad...that explain why I don't remember shit
I was already drunk as fuck but I managed to get the rhum out....RIP

my back was hurting like hell
like I couldn't lay on the ground or move....or..do anything

a few memories started coming back to me
I remembered falling down a bridge into a river and I managed to get out of it
I know I walked down the road for quite a bite thinking about the ''ram 1500 rebel ad'' ''tu va me faire faire une syncope, c'est sa etre un rebel''
I remember falling asleep on the road because I was too drunk to do anything
I remember my feet were soaking wet because of that river/



so what I think happend that night is;
I got drunk as fuck, started cutting trees down for the fire, eventually got down deep into the woods with minimal gears on me, I heard a waterfall and decided to go see it, I somehow fell into the river, I manged to get my self back up, black out somewhere in the woods, I got raped by a bear/mountain lion, I got up(while being 1000001312032131231% drunk) and got back to the road, blacked out again and slept...woke up and that's where I started going up and down the ''2 west'' road


I have no clue where the fuck I coulda fall into a river because there is none near my camp site
I have no clue how I lost the bear spray I had on me...becuase I thought I left it at the campsite but once I came back, It wasn't there so I must have used/lost it during the night

I lef the camping site at like 9 or 10 am...and I went to my step bro's place
once I got there he took pictures of my back and showed me because before that I didn't know why the fuck my back was hurting so much

I had a clear bite mark over my ribs and a claws marks all over my back


fuck being scared of something, that day, I went to my home, dropped the kayak and I was leaving the next morning to go fish again with my step bro...my back was still hurting like hell


max09's crazy story
I probably left a few details out

Quote (max09 @ Aug 8 2018 09:42pm)

max09's crazy encounter with a bear/mountain lion

it all started with a solo kayak fishing + camping trip
..I got to the lake at about 5 or 6 am and right away I open a beer...this is how all fishing trips start right? ..that's how mine goes anyway :blush:
i caught a few pikes...it was a nice lake..a couple nice beach..I chill a bit and kept drinking beers
after a few hours..I'm down to the wine so I open the bottle...and at this point..I'm drunk but I'm still able to ''drive'' a kayak so I kept fishing

at some point...I'm like I gotta go mount my tent for the night..because my camping is located at the other lake..which I would be fishing the next day
I decided to leave and install my tent at the camping site
once I got there, I managed to mount the tent, ez pz and while I was there, I may as well explore the lake I would be fishing the next day, so I got on the lake with the kayak and started exploring around a few islands and I found a few spots for the next day
I got back to the camping site..and at this point...I kinda lost memories of what happend because I was that drunk(I had drank 12 beers and a bottle of wine) but from what I remember, I started a fire, read a few pages of my books, bought some woods at the ''office'' and cut a few dead trees to burn during the night


so from this point..I black out and I don't really remember much but once I woke up, I was on some dirt road and my back was hurting like hell and my feet were wet...apart from that I didn't know shit what happend, it was really really dark..I was clearly in the night
I look at what I had on me....I had my car's key strapped to my wrist and I had a lighter in my pocket...that's it

I have..axe...a shit load of big sharp knifes, bear spray, gps, flashlight, bear banger, etc etc...but none of it was on me at that time

I started walking on the dirt road thinking I would see a sign of where the fuck I am...meanwhile I was able to grab a sturdy piece of wood that would serve me as a walking stick and as a ''weapon'' in case I would encounter some unfriendly animals
after 30 minutes I get to a sign that says ''road 2 west'' .....my camping is on the ''2 west'' so I'm like all good..I'm gonna walk down this road and get to my camping and my car, etc
a hour later...I'm starting to think, did I read it right? ....there's no way I coulda walk this long while being dead drunk so I went back to the sign...and with the help of my incredible lighter, I managed to see the sign and it said ''2 west''
so I once again went back that road but this time for a good 2 hours....and after 2 hours, I was like...this makes no sense...there is just no way i got this far....and at this point the sun was starting to show up so I got back to the sign I first saw at the beggening of the night

and once I got there, with the help of the sun
I saw it was indeed the 2 west but I was heading the wrong way, it clearly stated ''acceuil macaza'' while I was actually looking for ''acceuil le diable''
so once I found out which way I should be heading to, it got real easy...I got to my camping site within a hour

meanwhile, I must have went into the forest a dozen times to look for creeks to get water...because I was thirsty as fuck

so once I got the my camping site, i was like 8 in the morning, peoples at the camping were cooking bacons and what not
they were kinda wondering wtf I was doing walking back to the camping with a wooden stick at 8 am...I didn't care

I got there, I drank nearly 3 liters of water and puked all of it back

and then I tried remembering wtf happend during the night

I looked at the table and I saw a half emptied rhum bottle.......I was like that's bad...that explain why I don't remember shit
I was already drunk as fuck but I managed to get the rhum out....RIP

my back was hurting like hell
like I couldn't lay on the ground or move....or..do anything

a few memories started coming back to me
I remembered falling down a bridge into a river and I managed to get out of it
I know I walked down the road for quite a bite thinking about the ''ram 1500 rebel ad'' ''tu va me faire faire une syncope, c'est sa etre un rebel''
I remember falling asleep on the road because I was too drunk to do anything
I remember my feet were soaking wet because of that river/



so what I think happend that night is;
I got drunk as fuck, started cutting trees down for the fire, eventually got down deep into the woods with minimal gears on me, I heard a waterfall and decided to go see it, I somehow fell into the river, I manged to get my self back up, black out somewhere in the woods, I got raped by a bear/mountain lion, I got up(while being 1000001312032131231% drunk) and got back to the road, blacked out again and slept...woke up and that's where I started going up and down the ''2 west'' road


I have no clue where the fuck I coulda fall into a river because there is none near my camp site
I have no clue how I lost the bear spray I had on me...becuase I thought I left it at the campsite but once I came back, It wasn't there so I must have used/lost it during the night

I lef the camping site at like 9 or 10 am...and I went to my step bro's place
once I got there he took pictures of my back and showed me because before that I didn't know why the fuck my back was hurting so much

I had a clear bite mark over my ribs and a claws marks all over my back


fuck being scared of something, that day, I went to my home, dropped the kayak and I was leaving the next morning to go fish again with my step bro...my back was still hurting like hell


max09's crazy story
I probably left a few details out