This is like a lot of your stories, it was' nt exactely funny at the time, but loking back, I cant help but laugh.

i was 10 at the time, and it was the first time I was able to go on a hunting trip with me dad. I was so jazzed! We went out and bought me some brand new Camos, new boots, and my very own knife! I couldnt believe it! Well, after a two hour drive, and another hour setting camp up, dad gave me something to do! I got to go find firewood! The people who were camped next to us told me that they were packing it in, and once they left i could have all of their left over wood. So, a half an hour later, they were gone and I was walking back up the trail to their camp when I heard something in the brush... It sounded BIG! I ran back to camp as fast as I could hollering about a big ol bear trying to eat me. Dear ole dad grabs his bow and we slowly go back to where I was... We get about ten feet from where I was standing when I heard it and a grouse takes off. Now, back then I had never seen nor heard of a grouse, and I jumped 3 feet in the air, did a 180 and was back in camp before I knew it... Dad had to set the bow and himself down on the ground to keep from hurting either one - he was laughing too hard!