Hey GC long time no post! Anyways, my father and I were going on a fishing trip up north so we packed up all our gear and headed out. We canoed into this huge lake and crossed it. At the other end of the lake was a river draining into a forest. The hike and canoeing took all day and we barely made camp by nightfall. We were sitting around campfire and my dad went into his old tackle box which had a film container in it for lures.... So he thought. He opened it up and shined his light in and saw GREEN. He instantly remembered what he had stashed in there 48 years ago when he and his buddies had gone to this same lake. We ended up packing a cigar that we had brought and passing it for a good 10 minutes. It got me high as FUCK. It was disgusting looking, but I hadn't smoked in a month so I said fuck it. My dad said it gave him the same high he got back in the day! Super relaxing cerebral high man, really really nice. I hadn't smoked ANYTHING like that shit before. We fried up some lake trout and munched the fuck out while talking and then we passed out. TL;DR: Dad found bud from 1960 and we smoked it, best night ever!