I have always loved the outdoors, but this place has exposed me to more things than the previous 39 years, as sad as that may sound. Been doing a lot of lurking here, and a lot of trying the things mentioned here on my own. All I can say is:
Thanks all! :thumbup:
Hey Jeepnut - I think 2400+ posts suggests you've been contributing a lot more than lurking!!!
Personally I always loved nature and became convinced that I would become a scientist at a very early age (around 5 or 6). At first I was to become a geologist, then a paleontologist, then it was Jacque Cousteau. Eventually I became a freshwater biologist and now am getting into marine ecology (Jacque wins!).
My best friend and I at age 7 would spend every minute we could in the small forest around our town. We did the usual goofy things like trying to hunt squirrels with regular playing darts (these seemed to work better then paper airplanes with a nail taped to the front end); fashoning a rather successful trap using an old parakeet cage that we found in my friends attic. The problem isn't so much as catching the squirrel as it is getting a very angry squirrel out of a parakeet cage...
My uncle Paul was the outdoorsman of our family and he introduced me to a 22 rifle, a 410 shotgun (which I always screwed up by calling it in his presence a 10-4 shotgun), dirt biking and fishing. Unfortunately he died at the early age of 42 and when I was about 11. He was the marlborough man to me though and I'll never forget him.
My parents then divorced and I moved to northern Ontario with my mother. As soon as I turned sixteen I got my hunting license, bought my own 22 and stepped up to a single shot 12 gage shotgun. I had a bunch of buddies that loved to camp. We outfitted ourselves with really old army surplus gear and took on the world - and all of its back flies. Oh yeah - I did buy one of those $6 rambo knives with the hollow plastic handle topped with a compass. I don't remember whatever happened to it, but it became aparent even in my youth that is was junk right after I bought it.
In highschool I got involved in martial arts, and my instructor was really into winter camping which he introduced and mentored me in. I was able save up for 2 U.S. army -25oC down sleeping bags which I put together and slept on top of three of those blue foam sleeping pads. We slept in a lean to fashioned with spruce bows. We pulled our gear on tobogans and I fashoned my harness from a weightlifting belt I had. Those camping trips in Northern Ontario still really stick with me. I remember during our winter camping, my TKD instructor pulling out his buck 119, which looked very different to the knock-off swiss army knife I was used to. I asked him about it, and he just said - this is a real knife. I sure as heck couldn't afford a $40 knife so I remained in awe of his cutlery for about 10 years until I bought my own 119. I still think his words ring true about the 119.
When I was in graduate school, I fell in love with backpacking and too many girls. I lived in Winnipeg, which had great parks on its eastern and western borders. One of the cool things was that when you went east on the border of Ontario, you found yourself in the Whiteshell park, a typical Canadian Shield area with cold, clear waters, granite rock faces and pine trees. When I decided to go to west, bording on Saskatchewan - Riding Mountain, was a completely different ecosystem with swamps and wildlife teaming with elk. Both parks were within a 2 to 2.5 hour drive, just different directions.
So after buying the 119, and then a delica and then a bad experience with a a Schrade I went to the internet to research the next step on cutlery. I found this site and have learned a bunch since. It is really great to converse with other members with similar interests, greatrespect for the outdoors and a willingess to share their experiences and knowledge!