Owl Creek wrote: ↑Sun Sep 13, 2020 1:53 pm
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AJ.
I am usealy only a few miles from a town.
But there are so many scenarios where a bag like that would save your life.
I may get a bag and put alot of that stuff on my Christmas list. I have been waiting to play with one of thoes Jet Boils anyway.
I was trying to get a couple buddys to do a minimalist hunt for a September weekend.
One man tent or hamic,bed roll. Mountain house MRE's and water and hunting gear. No takers tho.
I kid you not. There will be 5 of us this year and you will need a truck and trailer.
But boy we eat good. And have a nice comfy litte camp.
Some of the Jetboil systems can be rather pricey!!! I have an OLD Coleman. Still works great.
I grew up in the "middle of nowhere", (my hometown does NOT, to this very day, have a single red light in it), so you learn pretty quick to make sure you have just about everything you need covered!!
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Also my past profession taught me "if ya ain't got it, you can't go back and get it the middle of a feces storm"!!!!
You know what they say, "a country boy can survive"!!
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Growing up in rural America was a blessing. I left here and went off to college, then to work in a LARGE Metro city. It was a "culture shock" to say the least. I retired after 27 years and the first thing I did was move back to where I came from!!
I remember one time when me and a buddy of mine got invited to go on a "hunting trip" with some guys we knew from a local bank, (big city folks), but we went anyway. They gave us directions to the ranch. We made the drive, they showed up in an RV equipped with A/C, satellite TV, room for 8 and a grill/smoker on a trailer behind it!
We slept on the ground, drank fire brewed coffee, ate MRE's and FRESH BACKSTRAP, and killed the only deer ( 2 bucks, 2 does), taken that week!!
Score one for the "Good Guys"!!!
AJ
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out and loudly proclaiming "Wow, What a Ride!