My wife would always joke about me falling out of my hammock, well it happened at Cub Camp. I set up in a lean to because the only suitable trees were in the brush, or close to tents. Being Cubmaster I was the keeper of the snacks. There was too much for the tote so I improvised and hung them on the excess strap. I didn't realize it wasn't quite tight and pulled the hammock up a little when I exited. Nature called at 3AM and as I got back in the hammock I missed. On the way down I grabbed the bug net and now my GTSB is just a regular hammock.
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