I did a lot of camping in my younger days, and drinking and talking around a campfire was a big part of it. Never got loud and rowdy, and we always left a campsite cleaner than we found it.
I mostly camped in rustic State Forest campgrounds in various areas of Michigan, which allow alcohol, but one time a friend and I decided to camp in various areas of the south. We camped one night on top of Mt. Mitchell in North Carolina, the highest peak east of the Mississippi, where there was a strict and highly enforced NO ALCOHOL policy. We were told that if we were caught, we would spend the night in the nearby Asheville jail. The site had a helper known as a ‘volunteer’, a real character full of stories, who as far as I could tell was a homeless guy they let camp on the mountain perpetually, in return for helping campers get set up.
The volunteer was very helpful, not only for tips on securing our tent against getting blown away by the wind and practical things like that, but also in giving us the scoop on how to get away with drinking if we were in mind to do so.
He said that we were lucky because the hardcore ranger was not on duty that night, who actually would hide behind a tree near campers he suspected would start drinking and listen for the ‘kshhhh’ of a beer can being cracked open. The ranger who was on duty would come check on us maybe 3 times, the last time shortly after dark, he said. After that we were probably safe to drink if we wanted.
The ranger did come check on us several times, warning us about bears and possible bad weather and stuff, and not very surreptitiously getting in our faces and sniffing for any odor of alcohol on our breath.
After he had done his after-dark rounds I thought we were safe, got out 2 bottles of iced tea, drank or poured out a third of each, and was just reaching into the cooler for the Jack Daniels…when I saw a flashlight. The ranger was making a second after-dark visit, because there had been a bear running around the campsite (it had torn the soft top off a Jeep in the campground parking lot) and he came by to warn us. He saw the bottles of iced tea on the picnic table. “What’s that you’re drinking- iced tea?” “Yes, sir, just iced tea sir, that’s all!”. If he had come around just a few minutes later we would’ve been busted.
My friend had had enough of ‘The Man’ at that point and just crashed early. I stayed up with the fire, gave it maybe a good hour more, then I did make myself a couple 'Tennessee teas" free of any further ranger visits.