Hick, I LOVE geting drunk around the campfire. It's one of my fave all-time things.
However, when we start heavy drinking, the guns get unloaded and packed away. Doing so saved a friends life.
3 of us usually went camping together, but on this 1 trip R-dog said he couldn't make it, so me and TB went without him.
I don't hunt, but I do like to plink, so I had my trusty Ruger .22 revolver and TB had his cowboy-type .45.
Well R-dog thought it be a good idea to sneak down into the canyon and into our camp and make a sound like a mountain lion. He was drunk.
So were me & TB, but we had unloaded and packed away our guns when we started drinking.
So R-dog sneaks in, hides in some bushes and makes noises like maybe a rabid mountain lion would make.
TB grabed his gun out of his pack and started loading it, I went to the fire and grabbed a flaming stick.
TB had just finished loading a few rounds and was getting ready to fire into the bushes when R-dog stood up with a "Ha-ha fooled you guys huh."
Had we not put away our guns, R-dog most likely would have been shot.