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I was wondering the woods and swamps as soon as my mother wanted me out if the house. Learned to keep looking behind me since things look different coming back.
Ben
Ben
Kinda like always look at what aisle number you park on at Walmart!I was wondering the woods and swamps as soon as my mother wanted me out if the house. Learned to keep looking behind me since things look different coming back.
Ben
Speaking of crawling out from under a rock .... My dad loved to tell the story of his time in the Army. While in Ethiopia he decided to take a jeep and head out away from the base and local people to find a good spot to practice shooting for some fun. Was in the middle of nowhere and not a soul in sight so he picked a target and shot one round. Out of thin air 5 Ethiopians jumped and scared the crap out of my dad thinking he could have hit one of them. He never could figure out where the heck they were all hiding but it seemed he could drive for an hour in any direction get out where it was desolate and fire one round and they jump out of thin air.Crawl out from under a rock just to spray that libtard BS, lol...
When we lived in Colorado, just about every time I went hiking, even in an area I was unfamiliar with, I often came back walking on the foot prints I started with the beginning of the hike. The only place I had a concern with getting lost was if I went into the Redwoods, one doesn't have to walk far into them to totally loose sight of where you came from. I grew up with woods surrounding where I lived and when I got married, we were always close to woods, so our son also grew up walking and exploring the woods and to this day the woods are his favorite place to go. We have never carried a phone on our hikes, now days, at my age, I'm lucky to be able to hike down our driveway to get the mail or close up the chickens for the night.That stuff didn't exist in my youth and I grew up in the bush. I had to go deep woods to escape the crap in my life and never ever had a concern about getting lost ect.
To this day I rarely carry the phone anywhere I go, never in the bush; it wouldn't work, anyways.
In the bush I always seem to know where I am relative to where I started. It all just registers in my head as I go. If I kick the bucket out there I am good with it. The bush is my 'safe' place.
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