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whoop!
So two buddies of mine and I were car camping years ago in LBL in Western Kentucky. We had an amazing, remote location on the shore of a beautiful bay. Nobody around for miles. The scenery was perfect, birds were singing, all was well in the universe. Then, these three a-holes came ripping up in a truck and set up camp about a half mile away on another peninsula. Of course they were loud and obnoxious, blasting a radio and slamming a few too many beers. We just sat there and shook our heads, hoping they would leave before nightfall. Well, didn't happen. They stayed up partying till well after dark. Lucky for us, it was pitch black with no moon and cloud cover, an we had kayaks. After they settled down (around midnight) around their campfire, we headed into the lake with our silent kayaks. We creeped over to their camp site, just off shore. At the same time we started making the loudest "whoop" sounds you've ever heard, like wild cranes, or owls, or god knows what. Funniest thing was, as soon as we started makin noise, they kicked out their campfire and got really quiet. Never really understood why. Anyway, ever since that night, we refer to that favorite camp spot of ours, "Whoop!".
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