<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: KF_Milo</div><div class="ubbcode-body">So does anyone of you on board lane enjoy a good old fashioned camping trip? </div></div>
<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: YuhSiMi</div><div class="ubbcode-body"><div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: KF_Milo</div><div class="ubbcode-body">So does anyone of you on board lane enjoy a good old fashioned camping trip? </div></div>
Oh god no! *clutching pearls*
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too funny yuhsimi!
Algonquin park was my 1st camping experience when i was little girl
I dont mind going but bringing home all the wet dirty stuff is just too much.
i'd rather just go fishing for the day.
thought I would have loved camping in Canada till i tried it.. naah not for me.. did nuff of that kind of living growing up.. didnt need to buy all that fancy "Coleman" gear and cost must less..
<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: SueSumba</div><div class="ubbcode-body">i can rough it but choose not to. the worst i'll do is one of those $45/night motels in niagara falls in winter. </div></div>
I've always wondered what it's like staying in one of those... like the one called 'The Waldorf'...
<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: KF_Milo</div><div class="ubbcode-body">So does anyone of you on board lane enjoy a good old fashioned camping trip? </div></div>
<span style="font-size: 11pt">Yup.
I do several different kinds of camping, though.
Living history "period-esque" camping - various periods & parts of the world in history.
Modern roughing-it camping - most often when hunting or ice fishing... but sometimes just for the sake of getting back close to nature.
Here's a few pictures of my big medieval round pavilion (tent), which is 13 feet high and 12 feet in diameter...
that's a queen sized bed that Midnight is lying upon.
The first pic is Pennsic War XXXV or XXXVI (forget which).
The third pic is Quest for Wit and Wisdom... Midnight's second to last Quest... so it was Memorial Day weekend 2008 (or was it 2009?)
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<span style="font-size: 11pt">Midnight - in his short summer haircut - always drove my truck home from our camping trips... </span>
When hunting, however, I really rough it<span style="font-weight: bold">:</span> just roll up under a tarp and go to sleep with my rifle and ammo underneath me.
<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: WitchyOoman</div><div class="ubbcode-body">W... and go to sleep with my rifle and ammo underneath me. </div></div>
<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: KF_Milo</div><div class="ubbcode-body"><div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: WitchyOoman</div><div class="ubbcode-body">W... and go to sleep with my rifle and ammo underneath me. </div></div>I usually sleep with a pointy stick. </div></div>
You hunt with a pointy stick... and no other weapon, Milo?????
Wow. My pointy witch hat's off to you, man!
I insist upon firearms and lead, personally...
I won't even go out to hunt with bow and arrows. I want firearms and lead.
You do realize that I was talking about <span style="font-weight: bold">hunting</span>, right?
Bucks and does. Boars. Elk. Pheasants and ducks and quail. Buffalo. <span style="font-style: italic">BIG</span> critters! The <span style="font-style: italic">HELL</span> with a pointy stick!! I'll stick to my rifle.
Just to give 'em a sporting chance - I <span style="text-decoration: underline">do</span> use a Great Plains rifle... that is, a muzzle loader... meaning the procedure for one single shot is:
-- measure the black powder (or pyrodex)
-- chew the patch to wet it down with your saliva
-- patch the ball (put the patch over the muzzle hole and place the lead ball over that)
-- use the ramrod to 'ram the patched ball home' ( ie - down the muzzle to the gunpowder)
-- if it's a flintlock, put some powder into the flash pan; if it's percussion, put a cap on the nipple; in either case, then you're finally READY TO FIRE
-- FIRE IN THE HOLE!!!
-- aim and pull the trigger - FIRE!
You then need to clean out your gun's muzzle with another saliva-wetted patch and your ramrod... You chew cotton patches all day long when you hunt with a muzzle loader. Essentially, you spend your day chewing cottonballs in round flat form.
And if you need a fast second shot at your critter, you can - just for once - fire a second shot without cleaning your rifle's muzzle... but your reload speed is - at best - about 15 seconds. After all, you must repeat the above procedure all over again. And your animal is quite busy running away as fast as it possibly can, in the meantime. It <span style="font-style: italic">is</span> running for it's life - literally.
So, as you can see, hunting with a historic muzzle loader at least gives the animal a sporting chance to get away.
<span style="text-decoration: underline">Note</span>: I can usually reload my Great Plains rifle in 15 seconds. But I'm good; I've been doing it for well over a quarter of a century. (the same rifle, too)
<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: SandiF</div><div class="ubbcode-body">lol! Midnight in his wheels.
He passed along didn't he Witchy?
Btw, do you still do the Pennsic War? </div></div>
deep heavy sigh
Yeah, Sandi, Midnight passed away. He crossed the Rainbow Bridge July 21, 2010. We just passed the 2nd anniversary of his leaving us for his final journey, actually. sniff sniff
He was 16 1/2 years old -- approx 87-88 years old in human equivalent terms.
He actually <span style="font-style: italic">DID</span> drive my Toyota FJ80 Land Cruiser, though... every year.
Each year, at the end of the Quest for Wit and Wisdom event (a 4-day memorial Day weekend primitive camping event), after we'd all packed up and were ready to move out, the final thing we all did was put Midnight in the driver's seat of my truck, put someone's child in the driver's side floor of the truck to work the gas pedal and brake, (OK, so after an entire 4 days of heavy drinking we were kinda stupid-ish... maybe... but it was always an older child who knew enough to obey instantly and who knew the gas pedal from the brake!) and let the rest of the kids pile into the back seat of my truck. (Mine was the only one big 'nuff to do this with.) And then we'd turn the ignition key, drop the gear shift down into LOW3, and let the truck roll down a gentle slope, while Midnight patted the steering wheel with his paws - he <span style="font-style: italic">LOVED</span> this! - the dog would rest his font paws on the steering wheel... and the truck would roll down the hill towards the road. Not too close to the road, just in the general direction. We never let it get past the line of porta-privies. And when we "told the dog to brake" the child would push the brake pedal; when we "told the dog to give it the gas", the child pushed the gas pedal gently. When we yelled "STOP!", Midnight and his child assistant always stopped my truck on a dime, good dog and child that they were. We always videoed this. It was the event's closing ritual. No one has ever attempted it with another dog since my Midnight died. No dog has ever shown the absolute obedience that Midnight had to me - nope.
So yes, Midnight really did drive my Land Cruiser... just not for very far. dwl
I've missed the past two Pennsic Wars, due to finances and Mr Witchy's declining health.
Mr Witchy turns 67 this year, in November. He's got a bad heart, now, you know. He needs heart surgery that we can't afford and that our crappy insurance does not not cover and will not pay for. shrug What can we do? shrug Nothing.
I always knew that someday loving and marrying a much older man would catch up to me like this... That time is here. It's now. And there is nothing I can do about it. The End looms. I can see it, but I can do nothing about postponing it. I always knew I would be a young-ish widow... I'm only 51. C'est la vie. I cry a lot - don't misunderstand me... but I can't stop the inevitable.
Midnight lived a long doggy life and I'm sure he enjoyed being in your care and love, Witchy.
As for your hubby's declining health, hang on, Witchy. You may not have the full financial backing as you or any of us in health crisis situation would much rather have, but you do have the emotional love and support of your friends and family. I know what it is like to marry someone much older and then one day it hits you... When they are getting older and older and you have to be there to take care of them. There is just no "growing old together". (((Witchy))) But we do what we feel we are to do out of love and yes, commitment.
I know Pennsic War were some fun times for you. :hugs:
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