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Whilst fishing I once woke up with a rat the size of a Yorkshire terrier sat on my chest whist I was zipped up in the bag.
Obviously I went bat-st and threw if off - but my tent was a dome type that zipped up from the bottom so although the door was mainly open the first 18" or so were zipped up.
I suspect that the rat just jumped in - but in the panic he couldn't get out again. So I was trapped in a tent, with a fking massive rat, in the dark. I was screaming - the rat was screeching - when cornered they go for your throat you know and their teeth can chew through concrete.
In the end I killed it with a metal pole - but it wasn't a clean dispatch and I had to hose rat guts out of my sewn in groundsheet.
I'm sure that none of this will happen to you though. Sleep well
Obviously I went bat-st and threw if off - but my tent was a dome type that zipped up from the bottom so although the door was mainly open the first 18" or so were zipped up.
I suspect that the rat just jumped in - but in the panic he couldn't get out again. So I was trapped in a tent, with a fking massive rat, in the dark. I was screaming - the rat was screeching - when cornered they go for your throat you know and their teeth can chew through concrete.
In the end I killed it with a metal pole - but it wasn't a clean dispatch and I had to hose rat guts out of my sewn in groundsheet.
I'm sure that none of this will happen to you though. Sleep well
Mr Gearchange said:
Whilst fishing I once woke up with a rat the size of a Yorkshire terrier sat on my chest whist I was zipped up in the bag.
Obviously I went bat-st and threw if off - but my tent was a dome type that zipped up from the bottom so although the door was mainly open the first 18" or so were zipped up.
I suspect that the rat just jumped in - but in the panic he couldn't get out again. So I was trapped in a tent, with a fking massive rat, in the dark. I was screaming - the rat was screeching - when cornered they go for your throat you know and their teeth can chew through concrete.
In the end I killed it with a metal pole - but it wasn't a clean dispatch and I had to hose rat guts out of my sewn in groundsheet.
I'm sure that none of this will happen to you though. Sleep well
Have you ever considered working for the samaritans? Obviously I went bat-st and threw if off - but my tent was a dome type that zipped up from the bottom so although the door was mainly open the first 18" or so were zipped up.
I suspect that the rat just jumped in - but in the panic he couldn't get out again. So I was trapped in a tent, with a fking massive rat, in the dark. I was screaming - the rat was screeching - when cornered they go for your throat you know and their teeth can chew through concrete.
In the end I killed it with a metal pole - but it wasn't a clean dispatch and I had to hose rat guts out of my sewn in groundsheet.
I'm sure that none of this will happen to you though. Sleep well
Mr Gearchange said:
Whilst fishing I once woke up with a rat the size of a Yorkshire terrier sat on my chest whist I was zipped up in the bag.
Obviously I went bat-st and threw if off - but my tent was a dome type that zipped up from the bottom so although the door was mainly open the first 18" or so were zipped up.
I suspect that the rat just jumped in - but in the panic he couldn't get out again. So I was trapped in a tent, with a fking massive rat, in the dark. I was screaming - the rat was screeching - when cornered they go for your throat you know and their teeth can chew through concrete.
Ho st, this is what I was afraid of.
I forgot to say, fishing bivvy is what I am sleeping in, fishing, rather than camping, and a rat on my chest is not on..
I used to fish, with my camper parked by my fishing peg,luxury I know, but now I only have a LC now,and did not plan on sleeping in that.
Smashing a rat to pulp would not be an issue,being in the same area as a rat would..
In the end I killed it with a metal pole - but it wasn't a clean dispatch and I had to hose rat guts out of my sewn in groundsheet.
I'm sure that none of this will happen to you though. Sleep well
Obviously I went bat-st and threw if off - but my tent was a dome type that zipped up from the bottom so although the door was mainly open the first 18" or so were zipped up.
I suspect that the rat just jumped in - but in the panic he couldn't get out again. So I was trapped in a tent, with a fking massive rat, in the dark. I was screaming - the rat was screeching - when cornered they go for your throat you know and their teeth can chew through concrete.
Ho st, this is what I was afraid of.
I forgot to say, fishing bivvy is what I am sleeping in, fishing, rather than camping, and a rat on my chest is not on..
I used to fish, with my camper parked by my fishing peg,luxury I know, but now I only have a LC now,and did not plan on sleeping in that.
Smashing a rat to pulp would not be an issue,being in the same area as a rat would..
In the end I killed it with a metal pole - but it wasn't a clean dispatch and I had to hose rat guts out of my sewn in groundsheet.
I'm sure that none of this will happen to you though. Sleep well
After being served a particularly dangerous meal whilst camping with my parents, (They in caravan) me and the wife went off hungry and got some chips and pie. We left the wrappers in between outside and inner tents. Woken at 3am by a Hedgehog. Once we knew what it was, we left him to it.
The worst was camping at Santa Pod, where at 4 am the Welsh tt like Chavs in a tent nearby started playing football, which started bashing our tent. I'd rather fight with a bear, than politely ask a drunken welsh tt to shut the fk up, but eventually I snapped, and had a rant at them. They seemed genuinely not to care. But did stop. I think I saw one later staggering back from the toilets covered in his own wee. (By the way my parents and sister live in wales and speak welsh fluently, so that makes me half welsh doesn't it?)
The Hedgehog was welsh too.
The worst was camping at Santa Pod, where at 4 am the Welsh tt like Chavs in a tent nearby started playing football, which started bashing our tent. I'd rather fight with a bear, than politely ask a drunken welsh tt to shut the fk up, but eventually I snapped, and had a rant at them. They seemed genuinely not to care. But did stop. I think I saw one later staggering back from the toilets covered in his own wee. (By the way my parents and sister live in wales and speak welsh fluently, so that makes me half welsh doesn't it?)
The Hedgehog was welsh too.
AS am I
Although the part about welsh chavs playing football..
That cannot be true, I thought we could not play football,singing,now if you said they kept you awake singing, I could believe that..
As to camping,here in Wales, it sounds dangerous, there has to be rats around a fishing lake.
I will have to sleep in the LC
Although the part about welsh chavs playing football..
That cannot be true, I thought we could not play football,singing,now if you said they kept you awake singing, I could believe that..
As to camping,here in Wales, it sounds dangerous, there has to be rats around a fishing lake.
I will have to sleep in the LC
zoom star said:
Ho st, this is what I was afraid of.
I forgot to say, fishing bivvy is what I am sleeping in, fishing, rather than camping, and a rat on my chest is not on..
I used to fish, with my camper parked by my fishing peg,luxury I know, but now I only have a LC now,and did not plan on sleeping in that.
Smashing a rat to pulp would not be an issue,being in the same area as a rat would..
It was pretty horrible - I was also on a bedchair so a good 12" off the floor.I forgot to say, fishing bivvy is what I am sleeping in, fishing, rather than camping, and a rat on my chest is not on..
I used to fish, with my camper parked by my fishing peg,luxury I know, but now I only have a LC now,and did not plan on sleeping in that.
Smashing a rat to pulp would not be an issue,being in the same area as a rat would..
Commercial fisheries have loads of rats due to the amount off food/bait that gets left lying around and the resident rats/mice are pretty bolshy in terms of proximity to humans.
I take a couple of big rat traps if I am fishing where they are prevalent.
Also I've had the bds eat through Cordura holdalls to get to what's inside - and a during a trip in the summer I had one chew a fking great hole through my waders - that I only found out about when they started filling up with lake!
1985. Cote D'Azur, south of France. Campsite to the back of Cavaliere. Two person tent. Woken up in the morning (too early) by grunting; and it wasnt anywhere near toilets or adjacent tentery. Turns out it was a small but worthy band of Sangrier (wild boar to thee and me) who had decided to wander into the campsite and snuffle around for goodies.
I tentatively made my way out of the tent and took off to the reception desk to report it (Sangrier can be dangerous if troubled too much). Shortly thereafter there were many men with shotguns looking for their supper. I would have thought that this was, in fact, more dangerous than sangrier wandering around pushing their noses into peoples rubbish bags!
I doubt that this would happen in blighty.
I tentatively made my way out of the tent and took off to the reception desk to report it (Sangrier can be dangerous if troubled too much). Shortly thereafter there were many men with shotguns looking for their supper. I would have thought that this was, in fact, more dangerous than sangrier wandering around pushing their noses into peoples rubbish bags!
I doubt that this would happen in blighty.
A few years ago I was camping around the Zambia/Malawi border with some mates. Early evening a herd of Elephants came around and stole a massive bag of trail mix from my tent. It was zipped but with a tiny gap that one of them got their trunk in.
Later that night a hippo tripped over the guy ropes between two of the tents, nearly killing my mate and ripping my tent out of the ground. Then when we packed up the next morning a warthog decided he wanted to lick our dirty mess tins clean for us.
Other than that, just ants. Lots and lots of ants.
Later that night a hippo tripped over the guy ropes between two of the tents, nearly killing my mate and ripping my tent out of the ground. Then when we packed up the next morning a warthog decided he wanted to lick our dirty mess tins clean for us.
Other than that, just ants. Lots and lots of ants.
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