I was just sitting here remembering how when I was a kid and I was in the Boy Scouts. I got my first backpack and I had to see just how much stuff I could get in it.
I don't know how heavy it was but I had more outdoor stuff in there than I could possibly need.
Those campouts were so much fun and it seemed like a competition with who had the heaviest pack.
After I had been in the Scouts about a year, I discovered that I could go without most of the equipment that I used to pack. I think I figured that out after the first five mile hike.
Over the years I learned to improvise, like making cooking utensils like tongs or a spit to cook on. And guess what, I didn't need a machete or a cross cut saw.
I don't know what brought that up, but I think back on those days and I get a chuckle out of it.
Buy the time I was 17, I worked at a Boy Scout camp as a pioneering instructor.
I would enjoy watching the green kids with there enormous back packs.
And every week I had at least one young man that truly wanted to learn how to tie knots and lash. But this one young man really stands out, he was so grateful for me teaching him about pioneering, that he made me a chair. It was like a dining room chair, all lashed together with a woven seat and back. It was awsom and it wasn't his final exam test to build something. He did that on his free time and I didn't see it until he was heading home and he gave it to me.
I have to admit, I was dumbfounded by that. It was my job to teach that class, he didn't owe me a thing.
So now I'm old and gray, and no more young people that have the slightest interest to learn anything that I could teach about the outdoors. I find things on the internet about how to do things and I'm just dumbfounded by how complicated things have been made that are so simple. It's like a ritual with some things, like making char cloth or rope.
I see the same thing with archery. It gets over thought so much. And people shoot with there head and wonder why they have target panic and stuff like that.
Oh well, I'm just an ornery old curmudgeon, pay no attention to me......