True story. Well me, my brother, his sons and some friends had been hunting at a farm for years. We had built a little cabin at the end of a cow field. I have some great memories of our hunting trips. The cabin had two rooms both were about 8' X 8' and we were packed pretty tight in there. So one year I took a small pop-up camper up there. They were all cramped up in the cabin and I was living the life of Riley in my camper.:p We always went up on Saturday, so we could scout around some and drink some beer eer quite alot of beer. Then we would have Sunday to get over it and get ready for opening day. Any way that Saturday after playing cards and b/sing it was time to go to bed. I had been ribbing the boys pretty hard about them staying in the cabin and I would have my roomy camper all to myself. :D Well I went to bed that night around 2 AM. I remember hearing someone walking around my camper a little later. I figured someone going to go pee and I went to sleep. Next thing I remember is getting thrown from my bed to the floor.:eek: I thought the world was ending or we were having an earth quake. I finally made it to the door and jumped, fell out of it. I was surrounded with cows. And they were attacking my camper. Like they were trying to turn it over. I could hear laughter coming from the cabin. Later I found out one of those sh!ts had some corn and marmalade mixed up to attract deer and had slipped out there and put some under my camper. I don't know about deer but cows dearly love corn and marmalade. I was mad for about 1 min. then I got to laughing about it too.:D I took the camper back home Sunday and stayed in the cabin that night. Ahh deer camp there is nothing like it.:)

that is funny as he11

I too have been awaken by cows stepping on my tent and knocking over my camp kitchen at 0200. Supposedly the rancher had moved his cows out of the National Forest a week earlier. I guess he missed a few. Anyway, several hundred feet of rope was strung up the next morning safely roping in the camp and the cows out. Although, we had one bull calf stare at us for most of the next two days from a distance of about 30 feet. I wanted to take him home with me but the night before we left all the cows and calfs stuck up their tails and ran down the forest service road. I always figured a mountain lion or something like that scared them away.

Now that was funny. Nothing like a good practical joke to keep everyone laughing.

Ha! Brings to mind a fine author, Patrick McManus, and his story "The Great Cow Plot" in his book, "A Fine and Pleasant Misery".