- My Forums
- Tiger Rant
- LSU Recruiting
- SEC Rant
- Saints Talk
- Pelicans Talk
- More Sports Board
- Fantasy Sports
- Golf Board
- Soccer Board
- O-T Lounge
- Tech Board
- Home/Garden Board
- Outdoor Board
- Health/Fitness Board
- Movie/TV Board
- Book Board
- Music Board
- Political Talk
- Money Talk
- Fark Board
- Gaming Board
- Travel Board
- Food/Drink Board
- Ticket Exchange
- TD Help Board
Customize My Forums- View All Forums
- Show Left Links
- Topic Sort Options
- Trending Topics
- Recent Topics
- Active Topics
Started By
Message
Have you or anybody you know ever had to spend the night in the swamp?
Posted on 8/12/18 at 9:56 pm
Posted on 8/12/18 at 9:56 pm
Or marsh?
The mosquitoes would drive me insane.
My father-in-law did it with once with two of his sons in the marsh when their outboard motor broke down. Luckily for them, he carried a huge mosquito net that he could drape over the boat. Said it was very hot to sleep, but had food and water.
The mosquitoes would drive me insane.
My father-in-law did it with once with two of his sons in the marsh when their outboard motor broke down. Luckily for them, he carried a huge mosquito net that he could drape over the boat. Said it was very hot to sleep, but had food and water.
This post was edited on 8/12/18 at 11:07 pm
21
Posted on 8/12/18 at 9:57 pm to bhtigerfan
Didnt end well.
Posted on 8/12/18 at 9:58 pm to bhtigerfan
quote:
spend the night in the swamp?
Nope. I left after the game was over.
This post was edited on 8/12/18 at 9:59 pm
Posted on 8/12/18 at 9:59 pm to bhtigerfan
Closest I came was to spending time at my grandpa's fishing hut in the middle of the Atchaflaya Basin. Had a lot of fun memories but you'd have to lather yourself in DEET in the mornings and Pa only ran the window units at night so sleeping was more of just passing out.
Posted on 8/12/18 at 10:01 pm to bhtigerfan
I have. AMA
Posted on 8/12/18 at 10:02 pm to Paul Allen
I happen to know a little bit of trivia about this picture. The building under the stadium, left of the pool is the old 'Florida Gym' that was renovated thanks to donations from Emmitt Smith. It's where UF used to play its basketball games. Their basketball program was so bad back in the day, many Gator fans I've spoken to, have as a most prominent memory, times when people like Pistol Pete came to play, as opposed to anything that UF ever did.
In two duty stations I worked with a person that was a massive Florida fan, so I've had no choice but to hear about a lot of Gator stuff over the years.
In two duty stations I worked with a person that was a massive Florida fan, so I've had no choice but to hear about a lot of Gator stuff over the years.
Posted on 8/12/18 at 10:07 pm to 13SaintTiger
quote:Let's hear it.
I have. AMA
Posted on 8/12/18 at 10:07 pm to bhtigerfan
I know a bunch of Boy Scouts who would laugh at you right now.
Posted on 8/12/18 at 10:10 pm to bhtigerfan
The closest I ever did was a Motel 6 in Morgan City
Posted on 8/12/18 at 10:18 pm to bhtigerfan
Everytime I go flounder gigging . Use to duck hunt public land and get there around 10 PM. Yes skeeters are bad.
Posted on 8/12/18 at 10:19 pm to 13SaintTiger
Always thought it would be fun to rent a houseboat in the Basin
Not sure I’d last more than 1 night tho
Not sure I’d last more than 1 night tho
Posted on 8/12/18 at 10:21 pm to Paul Allen
2010 in the swamp was pretty awesome.
Posted on 8/12/18 at 10:22 pm to LSUJML
I bet one could hear some pretty unsettling sounds in the dead of night in the Atchafalaya.
Posted on 8/12/18 at 10:29 pm to RoyalWe
quote:Sleeping in a tent and having plenty of mosquito repellent isn't the same dumbass.
I know a bunch of Boy Scouts who would laugh at you right now.
Posted on 8/12/18 at 10:30 pm to cypressbrake3
quote:Yeah, me cursing up a storm as the mosquitoes ate my arse to death.
I bet one could hear some pretty unsettling sounds in the dead of night in the Atchafalaya.
This post was edited on 8/12/18 at 10:32 pm
Posted on 8/12/18 at 10:50 pm to bhtigerfan
Yes. Warning....lengthy story of misery.
A little background first. In 91 ( I was 21)3 college buddies and myself did an overnight canoe/camping trip in the Okeefenokee. Canoed about 6 miles to Cravens Hammock which is a small island in the swamp. Easy paddle in and out and had a good campsite. Really enjoyed the trip.
Fast forward to 2016. I am now 46 and wanted to re-live the trip with my 12 year old son. I enlisted another coach of our baseball team and his son to join us because I wanted another adult in case I stroked out or had some other freaky incident occur. You have to reserve an in swamp campsite months in advance because there are only 6 overnight locations available. So I made the reservation in March for a June weekend trip to Floyd’s Island. This was an 11 mike paddle in and 11 miles back out. I spent 3 months talking it up to the other dad and his son. It was going to be a great experience.
When we arrived at Stephen Foster State park to sign in, the park worker said that the water level had been very low and that nobody had gone out to Floyd’s in about a month. I asked if it was okay to go and he said yeah but there would be some real shallow areas that we would have to work to get through. I thought, “no problem” , how bad could it be.
The first 3 miles was in a deep and wide channel and didn’t pose a problem. At mile 4, the signs took us off the main channel through about a 20 ft wide trail that meandered through trees. Still deep enough to not really be an issue other than we were going against the current.
At about the 8 mile marker, a sign directed us to Floyd Island and said it was 3 miles further. This trail ended up being an old 10ft wide ditch that had been dug for loggers half a century ago. It was only 5-6” deep most of the way and was covered with a canopy of overhanging tree limbs. This is when the yellow flies began their assault. I didn’t know about yellow flies before this trip. I didn’t know that they hatch in May-June either.
They were relentless. I was in the back of the canoe paddling and there were constantly 10-15 on my toes, feet, and ankles for 3 hours. We were only making about a brutal 1 mile an hour in that shallow water. My son was getting murdered as were the father and son behind us. I finally had to take clothes out of a bag and wrap my son like a mummy to cover all of his skin. I just sucked it up and paddled for us both. He was no help anyway as I was having to push through the muck below the canoe to solid ground to move us through the water
Through that 3 mile hell on earth I saw 3 cottonmouths on logs against the bank. Luckily, I was able to push us over limbs and downed logs until we got about 200 yards from the island. It became so shallow there that I had no choice but to get out and pull the canoe with a rope. All I could think was that I was going to get tagged by a cottonmouth and die out there with no cell service. I finally saw the bank for the island up ahead about 50 feet. When I was about 20 ft from the bank, the bottom dropped out and I was in chest deep water and the muck was damn near to my knees. I lost both sandals in the muck but was able to struggle to the bank.
I was muck caked from hips down and sweating like a son of a bitch by the time I pulled the canoe up on the bank.The other man had to do the same thing and he was cussing like hell. “ this is some bull shite! What is this shite you have got us doing? Etc.” I felt terrible. This was not what I had in mind.
Anyway, we were supposed to stay 2 nights on the island. We had to sleep on the hard arse floor of an old logging cabin and there wasn’t shite to do but build a fire and act like we were having fun. Put on an act for the boys but we were miserable. Couldn’t even fish because there was no open area to cast. About 10:00pm that night I said that I was cool with bugging out the next morning and going back to the Gator Inn in Fargo to take a shower and sleep in a bed. There was unanimous consent.
So we had to do the reverse to exit the next day. Had to pull that canoe 200 yds before I could hop in and push through the muck until we hit deeper water about 3 miles away. Didn’t really worry to much about gators on the narrow and shallow trail but they were everywhere on the deeper channels. I was literally praying that I could just pull us out without getting tagged by a cottonmouth. That shite was cottonmouth city.
Anyway, made it back to the State Park and went to the hotel. It really was the most miserable trip I have done and I was sorry that I exposed that man and his son to that misery. My son and I still laugh about it and I am kind of glad we shared the experience but it truly sucked at the time.
A little background first. In 91 ( I was 21)3 college buddies and myself did an overnight canoe/camping trip in the Okeefenokee. Canoed about 6 miles to Cravens Hammock which is a small island in the swamp. Easy paddle in and out and had a good campsite. Really enjoyed the trip.
Fast forward to 2016. I am now 46 and wanted to re-live the trip with my 12 year old son. I enlisted another coach of our baseball team and his son to join us because I wanted another adult in case I stroked out or had some other freaky incident occur. You have to reserve an in swamp campsite months in advance because there are only 6 overnight locations available. So I made the reservation in March for a June weekend trip to Floyd’s Island. This was an 11 mike paddle in and 11 miles back out. I spent 3 months talking it up to the other dad and his son. It was going to be a great experience.
When we arrived at Stephen Foster State park to sign in, the park worker said that the water level had been very low and that nobody had gone out to Floyd’s in about a month. I asked if it was okay to go and he said yeah but there would be some real shallow areas that we would have to work to get through. I thought, “no problem” , how bad could it be.
The first 3 miles was in a deep and wide channel and didn’t pose a problem. At mile 4, the signs took us off the main channel through about a 20 ft wide trail that meandered through trees. Still deep enough to not really be an issue other than we were going against the current.
At about the 8 mile marker, a sign directed us to Floyd Island and said it was 3 miles further. This trail ended up being an old 10ft wide ditch that had been dug for loggers half a century ago. It was only 5-6” deep most of the way and was covered with a canopy of overhanging tree limbs. This is when the yellow flies began their assault. I didn’t know about yellow flies before this trip. I didn’t know that they hatch in May-June either.
They were relentless. I was in the back of the canoe paddling and there were constantly 10-15 on my toes, feet, and ankles for 3 hours. We were only making about a brutal 1 mile an hour in that shallow water. My son was getting murdered as were the father and son behind us. I finally had to take clothes out of a bag and wrap my son like a mummy to cover all of his skin. I just sucked it up and paddled for us both. He was no help anyway as I was having to push through the muck below the canoe to solid ground to move us through the water
Through that 3 mile hell on earth I saw 3 cottonmouths on logs against the bank. Luckily, I was able to push us over limbs and downed logs until we got about 200 yards from the island. It became so shallow there that I had no choice but to get out and pull the canoe with a rope. All I could think was that I was going to get tagged by a cottonmouth and die out there with no cell service. I finally saw the bank for the island up ahead about 50 feet. When I was about 20 ft from the bank, the bottom dropped out and I was in chest deep water and the muck was damn near to my knees. I lost both sandals in the muck but was able to struggle to the bank.
I was muck caked from hips down and sweating like a son of a bitch by the time I pulled the canoe up on the bank.The other man had to do the same thing and he was cussing like hell. “ this is some bull shite! What is this shite you have got us doing? Etc.” I felt terrible. This was not what I had in mind.
Anyway, we were supposed to stay 2 nights on the island. We had to sleep on the hard arse floor of an old logging cabin and there wasn’t shite to do but build a fire and act like we were having fun. Put on an act for the boys but we were miserable. Couldn’t even fish because there was no open area to cast. About 10:00pm that night I said that I was cool with bugging out the next morning and going back to the Gator Inn in Fargo to take a shower and sleep in a bed. There was unanimous consent.
So we had to do the reverse to exit the next day. Had to pull that canoe 200 yds before I could hop in and push through the muck until we hit deeper water about 3 miles away. Didn’t really worry to much about gators on the narrow and shallow trail but they were everywhere on the deeper channels. I was literally praying that I could just pull us out without getting tagged by a cottonmouth. That shite was cottonmouth city.
Anyway, made it back to the State Park and went to the hotel. It really was the most miserable trip I have done and I was sorry that I exposed that man and his son to that misery. My son and I still laugh about it and I am kind of glad we shared the experience but it truly sucked at the time.
Posted on 8/12/18 at 10:59 pm to bhtigerfan
Many many times.
Posted on 8/12/18 at 11:07 pm to Dick Leverage
quote:That sounds full of suck.
Dick Leverage
Kudos to you for taking the trip and taking care of the others when it turned to shite though.
Posted on 8/12/18 at 11:08 pm to kingbob
quote:Okay, but in the elements?
Many many times.
Posted on 8/12/18 at 11:09 pm to Paul Allen
quote:
Nope. I left after the game was over.
I left at halftime
Page 1 of 2
Popular
Back to top
Follow TigerDroppings for LSU Football News