Welcome to Campfire Capers!
By Collin T Wansor, PhD
All the stories told around the campfire are of course entirely true, or are they? Well, we will leave that up to you.
The purpose of this website is to spread the wealth, so to speak, by sharing some hilarious stories all based on fact and yes, indeed, discussed around many a campfire! These stories were written by a campfire veteran who
can't resist the teepee stack, Dr. Collin T Wansor, for entertainment purposes only.
If you enjoy the stories on this site or you would like to share a story of your own, please Contact Us.
Grab a seat around the fire, space is limited and I can tell it's going to be a classic tonight!
First you should Meet the Cast, then you can read about how Muskie Finally Catches One!
Keep in mind that Beer and Boats Don’t Mix.
If you don't know what we're talking about? Let us Throw a Little Light on the Subject.
We hope that you never have this shocking surprise and learn that There’s a Bear in Your Truck.
This is the only website where you can read about The Skinniest Fish I Ever Saw.
Can you believe that We Ate the State Record or that We Beat Blazing Saddles? It's all true and it's all here!
We hope you enjoy these stories as much as we cherish them. Come back again soon...We may just have some more stories from around the campfire...
Campfire stories rule!
There is something magical about them and if you've ever had the full campfire story experience, you'd know what I mean. While entertaining, campfire stories must be handled properly. There are some rules you must observe in order to keep the story telling “pure”.
The Tale of the Exploding Rock
A few of us that went to High School in the late 60s and early 70s together would all get together the weekend before Memorial Day at a Travis County, Texas park on a point on Lake Travis. It started out as a group of a few couples and singles, eventually becoming a pretty large family-type, three day weekend long gathering.
Sparky Picants
An average man, Sparky Picants, is in a horrible plane crash that takes the life of his wife. What follows is his continual haunting of the local summer camp where his plane crashed.
Losing Hatch
"Hatch!" I waited, hoping to hear the response I knew would never come. "Hatch, where are you" I screamed again, this time waiting ten seconds for a response. Still nothing. My empty call echoed across the entire length of the lake, reminding me of how alone we were out here.
