A group of 3 of my friends and I went on a camping and mountain biking trip to West Virginia. On the trip up from South Carolina, Jake kept going on about how great his new camping equipment was. He had invested over $800 in a new sleeping bag and tent. It was getting so bad with his bragging that it had become a joke to ask his about some of the great features that made his new purchase worth it.
After setting up camp in the New River Gorge we had settled down around the fire. After about 5 beers a piece we had gotten a little more rowdy. Mike, being the biggest BSer in the camp started in on Jake about his new gear. Jake not knowing Mike was goofing on him started talking about how much more flame proof his new North Face tent was than his old Kelty. After talking about his tent for a few more minutes Jake caught on to us making fun of him.
Jake wasn’t to happy about us joking on him and kept his pissy mood for the next 20 minutes until I asked him to throw another log on the fire. Without saying a word Jake just tossed a piece of wood from about 10 feet away onto the fire. When the wood landed it flung red burning hot coals up into the air. As we were scattering away from the fire shower one to the chunks of fire landed through the open door of Jakes tent and came to rest in the center of his new sleeping bag. I could see the desperation in Jakes face as he sprinted over to his tent. Jake jerked his sleeping bag out of the tent and shook it out trying to stop the damage.
It was to late. The hot coal had melted through his sleeping bag and all the way to the ground under his new tent. Without missing a beat Mike yelled across the camp site, “I thought your tent was flame proof”. As Jake jumped the fire to tackle Mike I didn’t even bother to yell out stop.
