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I just got back from a three night backpacking trip with my 11 year old daughter. We camped on the side of a mountain in scrub forest. Above us was a dry, desert-like ridgeline, below was a single canopy jungle. It was a cool place to camp.
Anyway, Pictlet, was off a short distance sleeping in her own hammock letting her mind dwell on mountian lions instead of sleeping. The next day we hiked down to the lower forest and cut a nice sapling to make a pair of fire hardened spears. Not that we were actually in danger of meeting a cougar or wolf, though both are possible here. We hade a pair of spears while our lunch was boiling. (Blade used: Pictlet's Glock Knife)
Later that night she had gone to bed and I was sitting up waiting for the moon to come up. A loud crashing started up in the brush headed towards us. Several somethings, very large, off a little way in the dark. Let me tell you, having that seven foot long spear felt real good! It was just a herd of semi-wild ponies, no danger.
If nothing else a decent spaaer can make you feel better about your situation. Mac
Anyway, Pictlet, was off a short distance sleeping in her own hammock letting her mind dwell on mountian lions instead of sleeping. The next day we hiked down to the lower forest and cut a nice sapling to make a pair of fire hardened spears. Not that we were actually in danger of meeting a cougar or wolf, though both are possible here. We hade a pair of spears while our lunch was boiling. (Blade used: Pictlet's Glock Knife)
Later that night she had gone to bed and I was sitting up waiting for the moon to come up. A loud crashing started up in the brush headed towards us. Several somethings, very large, off a little way in the dark. Let me tell you, having that seven foot long spear felt real good! It was just a herd of semi-wild ponies, no danger.
If nothing else a decent spaaer can make you feel better about your situation. Mac