Got a pm from our pal "daisy cutter" the other day.. I had been worried about him not being on for awhile, basically he assured me that all is well except he's working his butt off finishing up the move, and still has the computer on the counter.. Says soon as this gets into some form of a "man cave" he will be back on with us on a regular schedule.. In the process of exchanging this info the subject of Camping came up, and he sent the following, i asked for permission to post it, and he agreed.. The SERE mentioned was a school navy flight crews had to go thru before we were sent over to SE Asia.. Just sorta boy scouts eating bugs.. Ok chased around by bigger boy scouts with a sadistic streak, but you get the point..
I really don't get the spirit of camping I suppose. I worked long hard years to have a reasonably comfortable house then I'm supposed to go to a camp grounds, set up a tent, walk a quarter mile to the (not air conditioned) rest room where the paper is rendered useless by sweat.
An eighth of an inch of dust floats atop my lukewarm coffee and flies do a square dance on my evening meal. No less than 30 kids belonging to people I do not know and prefer to never know run through my camp site knocking over the camp table busting the mantle on the gas camp lantern and busting the globe.
Oh well, they saw the damage they did and won't be back but we do have a 4 tent cluster of loud mouth drunks in the neighboring camp site, they talk about pick up trucks, beer and pussy until 3 in the morning, I don't know where their husbands are..(that cracked me up g.az)
but I do know where the mosquitoes are. Wake up after at least 3 minutes of solid sleep to the pitter patter of an Olongapo rain storm,
I'm wet, and at 6 am wake stiff and sore, barely able to get up and make the trek to the can. Neighboring campers decide to cook bacon on a grill, it bursts into flames and sets their tent on fire.
Find ants in my corn flakes. Kiss wife good bye and check into motel 5 miles down the road, go to cafe, drink and eat clean food, go to room, watch TV and fall asleep comfy, dry and happy.
I have seen and/or experienced every thing I mentioned in past excursions to the great out of doors and was wishing it could have been as nice as SERE.
I know camping is a super good thing but not for Watusi LOL!!!
a man has to hold his word, hold his beliefs, and hold a good sight picture.
6 years 17 weeks ago, 11:20 AM