Tipping The Hat

[DirtTime]

The title make not make sense to most, so here goes.......

 

I am an outdoorsperson! I love hunting, fishing, hiking, camping, snowboarding, camp fires, tents, tall tales, great food cooked over a fire or coals, and a cold beer ( Domestic ). I like having civilized conversations with peole who are like minded! I love waking up to the smell of still hot coals and a stream/pond/lake! I love seeing great groups of arrows from my bow! I love shivering on a cool or cold morning during a hunt, or fishing, camping or riding the lift! I love cooking ribs, chops, steak, or chicken over camp fire coals low and slow! I love the adreline you get when a deer walks past you at 20 yds and doesn't know you are there! I love the adreline when a big bass hits a buzz bait! I love being on stand ( tree stand/blind/sitting against a tree ) and hearing the woods wake up! I love watching the sun rise and set! I love beeing more then 300 yds from my house! I love camping where no one else camps!

I LOVE BEING OUTDOORS!

 

So, I tip my hat in respect to anyone who enjoys the same things.

[Five Seasons]

I love everything you said... Except shivering. Definitely don't like shivering.

[DirtTime]

That's part of hunting. Do you wear a micro heater in your shorts? LOL.

I hate shivering too! But a shiver goes away real fast when a deer or turkey is in range! When you get that really bad cold shake it's time to call it a day.

 

Maybe the point was missed.

 

[grampy]

I'm with ya on all of it rob!

[NFA-ADK]

Nothing like the great outdoors!!!

Edited July 14, 2015 by NFA-ADK

[bkln]

You lost me at the beer thing (domestic) have you heard of Guinness... ???? 

[Doc]

Pretty nice pictures there that you are painting with your words. Each thing that you mentioned sparked  memories of things that I have done or continue to do. Well, perhaps my generation may be a bit before the snowboarding thing, but I do have great memories of a huge old homemade bob-sled that we used to come screaming down through the woods on when I was a kid....lol. You have hit most of those things that have been highlights of my life, and hold a very special place in my life.

 

But I have to include a couple other things. There is that feeling of pride and accomplishment at coming up to a trap-site and finding  a fox, mink, muskrat, coon, beaver, and yes even a possum in one of my traps. Those days wallowing through the swamps with the water just inches from the top of my hip boots. Or helping my grandfather (my trapping partner) skin out the day's catch. Just one more set of things to add to my outdoor exploits.

 

Oh yeah, and don't forget those hikes that have very little real purpose other than to explore and see and experience nature at her finest.

 

 

[sweet old bill]

I am like you all and just love the sport of hunting, love the bow and also gun hunting..

[growalot]

There isn't much in life more satisfying to me as being in the outdoors...whether sitting on the lake or walking through the woods. You never know when something will catch your eye and hold you in true wonder .

[Nomad]

I love the outdoors, in fact whenever I'm not indoors that's where you'll find me.......

Edited July 14, 2015 by Larry302

[The_Field_Ager]

You lost me at the beer thing (domestic) have you heard of Guinness... ???? 

 

 

You gotta go German:

 

http://foodbabe.com/2013/07/17/the-shocking-ingredients-in-beer/

[DirtTime]

OH, I love my Heineken and Stella Artois! Even Becks on occasion. Guinness is mud with foam on top. But when we camp we usually have other people. I am not taking really good beer for the cooler raider clan to chug down on me! So it's usually Bud, Bud Light, or Coors Light.

I have been thinking a lot about the past lately. How when I was a kid we didn't have a tent at times, but my mom had a big old station wagon that was our camper. I was remembering a hunting trip when I was 15 where again my mom, my sister and I spent a very cold night sleeping in the back of a station wagon.

Remembering family camping trips, and camping trips with the guys. How for some odd reason, I always knew the sound of my sisters b/f's ( the man that got me into hunting ) guns when he shot, and always knew there was a dead deer to be dragged out.

About the first deer I shot at with a bow, Used the wrong pin, the arrow landed a few feet in front of her and she took off. I remember thinking "Damnit!" and cussing myself out. Then deciding to head out so I hung the bow, lit a cig and poured a cup of coffee. That doe circled came back and sniffed the arrow! Bow hung on a branch, coffee in one hand, cig in the other....

The time I went camping with a new backpacking tent to try it out. It wasn't a backpacking trip, me and a buddy just went for a night to get out of the city. It was raining and I hadn't water proofed my tent yet. We set up our tents, hung a tarp over the picnic table ate raw hot dogs because we couldn't get a fire going , drank beer and talked about women. I now know exactly why they call bottoms of tents tub bottom! I woke up and my pup tent was a bath tub! I had 3 inches of water in the bottom!

I remember my mom trying to be the best dad she could be.

Just been thinking a lot lately. About how though life hasn't been the easiest road, but there have been some great sights along the way worth remembering.

Edited July 15, 2015 by ....rob