Hello all, new to the forum and am loving all the chatter. ( please forgive if my English seems disjointed, i'm welsh ) I thought i'd post an experience on the site, and hopefully get a laugh or maybe some advice ( gladly received advise that is! ). As all mediocre story tellers, it is good to begin at the beginning.
Me and my cousin (whom at first glance wanted to partake in all things busherie
) set out for a nice 2 miles ish walk to an undisclosed area I stumbled on a few days before. We walked and chatted about typical cousin things, and bush-craft ideas for future trips. So far a cracking start. We arrived at the site and started to clear the area and plan our stay low impact style as naturally intended. Once again we were off to a lovely start, chatting, tarping up, and hanging our DD hammocks (I bought my cousin one for his B day).
I showed him how to get in and out and hang the midges net just right to compensate for weight being put down on the hammock. We had a laugh because I was acting all professional and nearly came bowling out the front entrance like idiot
.
So then we put an additional tarp up for a sitting area and began work on a small manageable fire with a heat reflective wall, made from dead fallen limbs. Once again we enjoyed each others company for we were always close, in age, and as friends. I showed him my bannock recipe, and later had bacon and potato wrapped in foil. Then through the night it began to rain, first lightly, then in intervals, followed by heavy typical welsh showers.
And from then on, He changed attitude dramatically. I don't know why, but he turned into a miserable sulking kid?! I tried to cheer him up cousin-style, but all fell on deaf ears. I asked him "are you cold??" and he said no with attitude (followed by welsh profanity of the highest degree
) so not knowing how to solve this I called it a night and him an idiot. we climbed in our DD's and fell asleep.
next thing i'm waking to the sound of him swearing again, and can see his tarp frantically bulging up and down. Grumpily I got out and went over to ( at the time, hit him on the head I think!!) see what he was doing. As I pulled under his tarp, before I could open my mouth, he pulled out his BC knife and attacked his hammock/tarp with an upward thrust, which nearly came at my head!!!!!!I couldn't believe it..and as I stepped back I noticed his tarp was slashed, from top to near bottom. He took one look at me and transformed into a six year old, complete with holding head whilst squatting down on the floor. I was so angry at him, we stood there for a minute, saying nothing. (my head felt like a combi boiler). Eventually when I came down, I said "Pack your stuff were going home" and didn't speak until we GOT home. And the next day began drying out the wet kit.
To this day, I don't know what to say to him about it. I tried being calm with him, and to be helpful, but am stumped. I've thought maybe night terrors? Hypothermia? Or could it be hes simply a child throwing his toys??
Has anyone else had a seemingly wonderful outing, turned to a complete nightmare like this?
Thanks for your time/Diolch am eich amser.
Me and my cousin (whom at first glance wanted to partake in all things busherie
) set out for a nice 2 miles ish walk to an undisclosed area I stumbled on a few days before. We walked and chatted about typical cousin things, and bush-craft ideas for future trips. So far a cracking start. We arrived at the site and started to clear the area and plan our stay low impact style as naturally intended. Once again we were off to a lovely start, chatting, tarping up, and hanging our DD hammocks (I bought my cousin one for his B day).I showed him how to get in and out and hang the midges net just right to compensate for weight being put down on the hammock. We had a laugh because I was acting all professional and nearly came bowling out the front entrance like idiot
.So then we put an additional tarp up for a sitting area and began work on a small manageable fire with a heat reflective wall, made from dead fallen limbs. Once again we enjoyed each others company for we were always close, in age, and as friends. I showed him my bannock recipe, and later had bacon and potato wrapped in foil. Then through the night it began to rain, first lightly, then in intervals, followed by heavy typical welsh showers.
And from then on, He changed attitude dramatically. I don't know why, but he turned into a miserable sulking kid?! I tried to cheer him up cousin-style, but all fell on deaf ears. I asked him "are you cold??" and he said no with attitude (followed by welsh profanity of the highest degree
) so not knowing how to solve this I called it a night and him an idiot. we climbed in our DD's and fell asleep.next thing i'm waking to the sound of him swearing again, and can see his tarp frantically bulging up and down. Grumpily I got out and went over to ( at the time, hit him on the head I think!!) see what he was doing. As I pulled under his tarp, before I could open my mouth, he pulled out his BC knife and attacked his hammock/tarp with an upward thrust, which nearly came at my head!!!!!!I couldn't believe it..and as I stepped back I noticed his tarp was slashed, from top to near bottom. He took one look at me and transformed into a six year old, complete with holding head whilst squatting down on the floor. I was so angry at him, we stood there for a minute, saying nothing. (my head felt like a combi boiler). Eventually when I came down, I said "Pack your stuff were going home" and didn't speak until we GOT home. And the next day began drying out the wet kit.
To this day, I don't know what to say to him about it. I tried being calm with him, and to be helpful, but am stumped. I've thought maybe night terrors? Hypothermia? Or could it be hes simply a child throwing his toys??
Has anyone else had a seemingly wonderful outing, turned to a complete nightmare like this?
Thanks for your time/Diolch am eich amser.
