One time I went camping with my buddy and a few of his friends. He had a spot that he usually goes too in the middle of Saskatchewan. His friend could drive so we all went up in his parents RV; it was about a 15 hour drive. It was a long drive and we drove past a lot of rednecks, they were singing this song called quack like a duck and it was very powerful and inspirational. After we got to the spot we set up a bonfire with some trees we cut down. We used a lot of gasoline on the fire and at its peak we got the flames to go about 10-15 feet. It was an awesome fire, but it was a pain to put out at the end of the night, we had about 5 buckets that we used to get water from a nearby lake. It took us about 30 minutes to put out the fire completely, and it produced a silly amount of smoke when we poured the water on it. The next day we went out fishing on the lake, we caught about 5 fish for lunch. The canoes we were using where the most beat up I have ever seen a boat, and because of this one of them sank and a few of my friends fell into the water. After lunch about half of us just chilled around the camp site and the other half had bow hunting licenses so they went to go hunt some ducks, they couldn’t kill anything. That night we made a more modest fire about the size of an average camp fire. Later in the night around eleven o’clock three drunken men came over to our camp site from one or two over. We were able to convince 2 of them to leave, but one of the fell unconscious in our campsite. He was like 250 pounds so it took two of us to drag him over to his camp site. The next morning I got woken up by some birds so I was the first one up. I made a small fire and cooked some eggs in a pan I then mixed some of the left over fish bits in from the last night into the scrambled eggs along with some green peppers we brought. After breakfast we packed up all our stuff and started our long drive home. The drive was worse this time as there seemed to be an accident every 50km or so.