When was your first night in the woods alone and were you scared?
I ask because in order to actually get anything done worth while i will have to pop my cherry so to speak. Now i'm no coward but i am apprehensive and interested in your tales and experience.
Lets just say that youv'e found a place you deem suitably large enough to legaly camp overnight
There are plenty of fallen trees and dry standing too. The woods are quite dense but youv'e found a good place to make a shelter. You start with the inevitable over ambitious cabin and finally wittle away to a partially covered wooden tipi.
it has enough floor space to make a small fire so you clear the ground and prepare your fire.
So there you are trying to make a brew at dusk with your fire crackling away, the clouds are dark blue now seperated only by that dirty washed out yellow that the sunset forget to take. Your aware that the temperature is falling and the night is closing in. A fox barks a few times and you feel an eeri quiet envelop all.
Naturally you move quietly around the fire not daring to break the silence and announce your presence to the wood. You try and fight back fear; fear of the unknown. annoyed that your very thoughts are ruining this night . Things would be different if you could see the sky, the twinkling stars and the moon. But the forest canopy is covering the sky.
you lay your head down, clutch your sleeping bag and listen.........
A sound wakes you, " was it a sound?", i thought i heard a crack!. Then again, distinctly now and closer, the sound of twigs breaking under foot. Your heart is in your mouth, you sit bolt upright in your bag and grab your axe. Listening......
You must have sat for an age with your ears pricked ntill sleep claimed you again. Foolishly dropping your axe which is now somewhere deep inside your sleeping bag. Lord knows how you didn't amputate a foot in the night. You poke your head out of the shelter and into twilight. The forest is the same as you left it the night before but now small birds are beginning to churp before dawn.
You pull on your boots and scramble out of the shelter, proud that you have survived. It's getting light at an alarming rate even though it is still before 5am so you decide to build a fire on which to cook breakfast and celebrate.
You look around the woods grasping your mug of steaming tea and blowing the steam off the top. " this is the life you think " and with the passing of that night you realise a new part of you is born. Gulping down your brew you stare into the tree tops for the last time before daybreak and you can almost feel the birds congratulaing you.
Well that's what i imagine it to be like anyway and you?
Any fears?
Any tips? ( apart from, don't be a woos)
Cor i even enjoyed imagining that
I ask because in order to actually get anything done worth while i will have to pop my cherry so to speak. Now i'm no coward but i am apprehensive and interested in your tales and experience.
Lets just say that youv'e found a place you deem suitably large enough to legaly camp overnight
There are plenty of fallen trees and dry standing too. The woods are quite dense but youv'e found a good place to make a shelter. You start with the inevitable over ambitious cabin and finally wittle away to a partially covered wooden tipi.
it has enough floor space to make a small fire so you clear the ground and prepare your fire.
So there you are trying to make a brew at dusk with your fire crackling away, the clouds are dark blue now seperated only by that dirty washed out yellow that the sunset forget to take. Your aware that the temperature is falling and the night is closing in. A fox barks a few times and you feel an eeri quiet envelop all.
Naturally you move quietly around the fire not daring to break the silence and announce your presence to the wood. You try and fight back fear; fear of the unknown. annoyed that your very thoughts are ruining this night . Things would be different if you could see the sky, the twinkling stars and the moon. But the forest canopy is covering the sky.
you lay your head down, clutch your sleeping bag and listen.........
A sound wakes you, " was it a sound?", i thought i heard a crack!. Then again, distinctly now and closer, the sound of twigs breaking under foot. Your heart is in your mouth, you sit bolt upright in your bag and grab your axe. Listening......
You must have sat for an age with your ears pricked ntill sleep claimed you again. Foolishly dropping your axe which is now somewhere deep inside your sleeping bag. Lord knows how you didn't amputate a foot in the night. You poke your head out of the shelter and into twilight. The forest is the same as you left it the night before but now small birds are beginning to churp before dawn.
You pull on your boots and scramble out of the shelter, proud that you have survived. It's getting light at an alarming rate even though it is still before 5am so you decide to build a fire on which to cook breakfast and celebrate.
You look around the woods grasping your mug of steaming tea and blowing the steam off the top. " this is the life you think " and with the passing of that night you realise a new part of you is born. Gulping down your brew you stare into the tree tops for the last time before daybreak and you can almost feel the birds congratulaing you.
Well that's what i imagine it to be like anyway
and you?Any fears?
Any tips? ( apart from, don't be a woos)
Cor i even enjoyed imagining that
) Nowadays, its only used for that purpose. What im getting at is that the things that initially frighten you, (Badgers grunting, owls hooting, being in complete darkness, Fox fights etc.) eventually become so common place, that you start to long for them, and to appreciate them, whereas before, you were just scared of them 'cos they represented the unknown. As you get used to these things, you learn to appreciate them. Good luck with it mate.
