Yup. My friend Joey swiped a couple of his dad’s magazines and they were stashed in the large wooded area that the house next door had instead of a yard. We had every confidence that the neighbor wouldn’t find the trove, because he was in jail for murder at the time.
–Cliffy
Nope, but I found an issue of Hustler in the ditch across from my house when I was 15 or so. Being a straight (and at the time extremely sheltered) female, it provided about five minutes of gross-out entertainment value before I threw it in the burning barrel.
I wasn’t responsible for it—although I think my friend was— but in my old neighbourhood, there was a porn “stash” (no more than half a dozen mags) tucked underneath an old cube van that used to be used by a trucking company.
Huh. Yes, yes it did. And for some strange reason, it also had a couple hundred copies of the Rolling Stones’ Metamorphosis album cover.
This- caught up in the brambles indeed.
Also found a whole box of 8mm reel porn, but never had a way to play it. My dad found it and trashed it.
Yes we had woods a half mile from our house and often stumbled upon hidden collections.
…and High Society, Mayfair.
Yes, a few times in the mid/late 70s. There was a hill in the woods near where I lived that I’d heard others refer to as Playboy Hill.
The Scud Mountain Boys even have song about it, “Penthouse in the Woods”:
We were a marked type
We found a penthouse in the woods
The garbage bag airtight
I only wish I could forget
The glossy imperfection
Seemed to take my grip away
Not in the woods, but did discover a random stash of porn once.
I was probably 5 or 6 years old. Found about 20+ Playboy mags underneath the sink in the public rec room of the apartment complex in the marina where I lived.
Let’s just say… I understood quite well what I was looking at, just didn’t understand what to do with them.
There was a park in Mississippi (late 70s) that had a rarely used pavilion, and it was home to a porn stash. Everybody in school knew about it–sometimes the old issues would be replaced by new ones. Guess it was the honor system. I had no idea this happened anywhere else!
Yup, we had a stash as well! That’s an amazing shared experience - who knew?
So I should leave stashes of burned files on disc?
Geocaching always sounded so dull up to now.
To the OP – Yup.
I also refer you to David Sedaris’ fantastic essay on the subject, Next of Kin. Hilarious! “Her tots glistened with jasm!”
This must be a fairly hot topic, for some odd reason. While trying to refresh my memory on the name of the Sedaris story, I found a discussion on another message board about the same thing.
That’s what he said. (Sorry – couldn’t resist!)
The fence between the Junior High School and the shopping center next door had a row of trees next to it. And there I found both hard-core porn magazines (some Color Climax and Swedish Erotica) as well as the now-extinct “dirty books” from Beeline and others. I had grown up with Playboy, which just featured nude women - spending summers at a nudist camp had rendered me fairly blase about simple nudity. But this detailed exactly how the various parts could fit together.
Much more educational than anything I learned in the school.
Yes, we had woods porn. What’s more, one of the magazines in our collection contained a pictorial of a young woman who bore a striking resemblance to a young lady who attended my church. And the setting in which the pictures were taken was a local amusement park. :eek:
Yup, sure did! The woods porn stash was the 1st porn I ever saw. Good times, good times.
There was a small patch of woods at the end of my street where the kids in the neighborhood used to play. I do remember finding magazines in there.
I also found some magazines at the swimming hole a couple towns over that we used to ride our bikes to.
And I think both instances included pictures of women peeing. What’s up with that anyway? “OK, I just had a whole pitcher of lemonade get ready to take the picture… now.”