Thanks for allowing me in on this place you've all made here.
I've lived all my life here in the Southeast of the United States, and when I was younger I pursued deer and turkey across my state - when the populations of game were much lower than they are now - in the Cherokee National Forest where you could actually get several miles from a road (by boat) and camp where you wouldn't hear a car or see a single light or even another person if you were lucky. At some point I lost interest in shooting animals with a gun (rather shoot them with a camera now) and got distracted by other things and stopped going to the woods. Recently though I've taken my Grandchildren to show them things like how to make a shelter out of just a tarp, and making a fire with a stone found on the ground (and steel and char or course - which has them believing I'm like one of the original mountain men) - and that telling stories around a campfire isn't nearly a dull as it might sound.
So, thanks for letting me eaves-drop.
I've lived all my life here in the Southeast of the United States, and when I was younger I pursued deer and turkey across my state - when the populations of game were much lower than they are now - in the Cherokee National Forest where you could actually get several miles from a road (by boat) and camp where you wouldn't hear a car or see a single light or even another person if you were lucky. At some point I lost interest in shooting animals with a gun (rather shoot them with a camera now) and got distracted by other things and stopped going to the woods. Recently though I've taken my Grandchildren to show them things like how to make a shelter out of just a tarp, and making a fire with a stone found on the ground (and steel and char or course - which has them believing I'm like one of the original mountain men) - and that telling stories around a campfire isn't nearly a dull as it might sound.
So, thanks for letting me eaves-drop.
