Zippers don't fail. People simply specify the wrong zipper.
Zippers don't fail. People simply specify the wrong zipper.
Am I missing something?
“Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it." -Terry Pratchett
No, just rambling.
I like the #5 for stuff now. Zipper leasons are fun to learn.
Is that too much to ask? Girls with frikkin' lasers on their heads?
The hanger formly known as "hammock engineer".
zippers don't fail??? some time I'll tell you the story of a dark and stormy night on a mountain in alabama..with yourstruly hopping madly down a hill in a burning sleeping bag with a jammed zipper!!!!..get a beer it is a good story!
Yeah, beer and fire don't seem a safe combination.
Anyway, tell us the story. Did you get hurt? Was an alcohol stove the problem?
ok short story...hammock camp in the mountains of north alabama..wet nasty weather came in...i was hanging in a area where the wind was howling thru..so i was forced to move my hammock..i choose this spot high on a hill below ridgeline to get out of the wind..temps were in the teens..so i was back at the campfire trying to warm back up when i get this idea...there was a football size stone in the firepit..had been in the fire for at least 5 hrs...so i have a redneck moment.. i roll the rock out and let it cool for a little while..when i think it has ..i wrap it with some wool blanket scraps i had ..i sat by the fire for ..maybe 45 min with this hot rock in my lap( i was seeing if it was too hot to put in the foot of my sleeping bag)..when i was sure it was ok i went and put it into my bag ..climbed in and pulled my tarp down over me..i fully zipped up this bag which i never zip all the way to the top..i got warm and i went to sleep....then ..something woke me up..i heard someone back at the fire dropping logs to build the fire back up...several friends had gotten up to warm up since it was so bloody cold..anyway i was about to doze back off when i began to relize something was amiss.. the wind was comming from my right..but the fire pit was to my left..soo why was i smellin smoke so strong???.. I lifted the tarp up..looked around lots of smoke but ..no fire..i looked under me..nope....then i remebered the hot rock..so i lifted up the bag face opening so i could look down at my feet in the bag..( bingo all it needed was oxygen) foosh flames....thats when i found out
A..this **** zipper sticks at the top of its run( and will not let go!!)
b..i cant get out of this bag
c. the only water is 20 yrds away down hill at that ice cold stream
d ..blackie really can hop the 20 yd dash while trapped in a burning sleeping bag!!
so i let out a blood curdling scream..bound out of my hammock..go hopping like petter cotton tail in a napalm strike down the hill and jump into the creek..
my friends were soooo impressed!!!!
That is THE best camping mishap story I have EVER heard! The visual is just priceless...
How did you ever hop with the blasted rock in there?!?!
Ths has really made my night. (Currently waiting for the AirTran guy to deliver my "misplaced" luggage from my twelve hour, with delays, trip from Ft Lauderdale to Newark, NJ last night... 0300 to my bed...)
Thanks!!!
Oh my goodness. That's funny. But did you get hurt or have to go to the hospital?
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