I ask because it seems like something I’ve heard a statistically significant number of times.
Or
Were you responsible for the sexual education of our nation’s youth by stashing your porn stash in the Forest?
I found some porn in an abandoned shed-like structure in the woods once. It was straight porn though 
I did once stumble across a single tree in the woods that had dozens of porn trading card type things. (like baseball trading cards, but nakeder).
Just one tree, totally covered.
And no, it wasn’t mine!
When I was growing up in Vancouver’s East Side, we played in the Grandview Cut.
Plenty of scattered porn stashes throughout.
Wow, yes.
I’ve never found porn in the forest, but I have seen animals rutting.
George Hesselberg in his book Paint Me Green and Call Me Fern writes of a child porn stash found in a vehicle in a junk yard. He reported it and it turned out to be a seized vehicle of a convicted child molester. The porn shouldn’t have been in the van. It was a police oversight.
Huh. You know I’ve got some porn I don’t really want anymore and I’ve been trying to think of a good way to get rid of it. Maybe a nice forest stash or two is just the thing. I got my start that way.
Not really something I’d like to get caught doing tho. Lots of families around here.
Yes.
It wasn’t a forest, it was some bushes on a cliffside. I think somebody had thrown them over the cliff in a fit of pique, and they’d gotten caught up in the bushes. But we kids used to explore that cliffside a lot, and stumbling upon them was quite a treasure trove.
I was nine years old.
It’s not the “forest”, it’s the “woods”, sheesh. “Porn in the woods”.
And yes. I remember breasts, and the way the pages were all crinkled from moisture. I hope it was rain or dew…
Yup. Someone built a treehouse in the local forest and kept their porn in there. I’m guessing it was the local “teens” since no one in my age bracket at the time (10-12) was much of a carpenter.
All the forests I roamed in as a kid had porn stashes. Frustratingly, the mags were mostly wet and mushy and next to unreadable. I’ve never stashed my porn in the woods. Why would I?
We found some hardcore S&M porn underneath a 40’ pine tree near our baseball field when i was 7-8. The Pine Tree stood by itself, but it was within 200’ of a heavily wooded area. Now that I think about it, we did find porn along the bike trails in the woods nearby too.
<shivers>ewww… you’ve just ruined all of my nostalgically-enhanced memories of early porn discovery
Kids don’t need to find a “hidden” stash nowadays. That have the internet.
This. It’s an affront to Americana that porn should be this free and readily available!
Where will kids these days learn a sense of danger? Where’s the fear that Dad’ll find his stash out of order? Where’s the craftiness that is learned in keeping a wary ear out for the garage door opening?
And The Grandview Cut sounds awful salacious, in this context.
My dad read Playboy, and didn’t really hide them, so I wasn’t really so hurting for images of nekkid women that I had to scavenge them from the woods.
All you had to do was go into a mechanics shop or factory that was a man’s type job. The porn was on the work walls.
I’d no idea this was a widespread phenomenon. Yes, the first time I ever saw any girly mags was around 3rd grade when two classmates shared a black satchel full of the stuff which was kept in the woods.
Yes.
Down and across the street from my house about a block away was some private property that a guy owned. It had some bike trails that he maintained for the neighborhood kids to ride on. One of the kids in the neighborhood had a dad who was pretty open about his girly mag collection, so this kid would bring some of them to the “trails” as we called them for all of us to gawk at.
Playboy, Hustler, Oui, and a few others that I don’t remember the names of.
It was quite educational.
Actually yes. When I was about 10 a friend of a friend who was older than us led us to what was literally a big pile of nudie mags in the woods behind a gas station. He allowed us each to rip one page out and take it with us.
Also on that same note when I was about 15, my best friend lived near a summer camp. During the winter they shut down, but for whatever reason kept the phone in an unenclosed building on. We would go over there and call 1-900 numbers.