Late December about 3 years ago a buddy of mine was tending to thier river camp on the Mississippi River. It was mid-week and he was by himself and had all the gates locked behind him. He is fumbling around cleaning up making a little noise, when he hears what sounds like someone hallaring. He stops what he is doing and looks up the road and hears it again except its back toward the river. He turns to see a man in a canoe in the Mississippi River in December. The man paddles to the bank and asks where is nearest sand bar is because he wanted to set up camp. My friend tells him theres not any because the water is too high. The man said he had been on the river for 3 months and all that was in his canoe was a tarp two fishing poles, some wood, and two paddles. His plans were to go to New Orleans and stay a while then get a bicycle and go up the East Coast. My friend said the smell from this man at 30 yards was unimaginable and his beard was to his waist. Some people do things a little different I guess.
haha thats livin free right there !
