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Broken glass and turds.
I grew up in a time where we would BB or Pellet Gun bottles sitting on a log. Slingshots too sometimes. That was in one specific area behind the neighborhood and never really hurt anything. But, even in that isolated area, we learned, we grew. We didn't have broken glass all over the damned place.
As someone that has had to scream like a bitch while his Dad dug out a piece of broken glass, out of my foot, if I see someone chunking bottles in any body of water, it makes me want to leave the area quietly, slash their tires, bust their glass and leave a big Cleveland Steamer on the hood of their car. I have never done that, I'm just sayin'...
Watching your bobber or working your lure, there is nothing worse than seeing the dreaded Brown Shark floating down the river. Likewise, Doberman Blunts (canine or human) left adjacent to a campground make me want to put my foot up someone's ass sideways.
I see people with all of this shit in their camp and they're too stupid or too cheap to buy a $15.00 entrenching tool at a surplus store, FFS.
That's one of the reasons I want a U-DIG-IT Trowel, I don't feel like humping an E-tool anymore. I've never been in the military and I've used them for years anyway.
Like many of you, I don't really dig Sheryl Crow's wipe your ass with a postage stamp sized piece of toilet paper or you're evil, but people just don't have any manners for the most part.
In general about camping, I tend to sit and stew over people that don't control their kids. I don't like kids who are not trusted with fire by their parents coming over and screwing around with mine, dumping shit on it, food, tin cans, poison ivy...you name it. I hate people who let their dog shit near your camp so you can enjoy the malodorous, furry, four-legged fart factory they have.
I grew up in a time where we would BB or Pellet Gun bottles sitting on a log. Slingshots too sometimes. That was in one specific area behind the neighborhood and never really hurt anything. But, even in that isolated area, we learned, we grew. We didn't have broken glass all over the damned place.
As someone that has had to scream like a bitch while his Dad dug out a piece of broken glass, out of my foot, if I see someone chunking bottles in any body of water, it makes me want to leave the area quietly, slash their tires, bust their glass and leave a big Cleveland Steamer on the hood of their car. I have never done that, I'm just sayin'...
Watching your bobber or working your lure, there is nothing worse than seeing the dreaded Brown Shark floating down the river. Likewise, Doberman Blunts (canine or human) left adjacent to a campground make me want to put my foot up someone's ass sideways.
I see people with all of this shit in their camp and they're too stupid or too cheap to buy a $15.00 entrenching tool at a surplus store, FFS.
That's one of the reasons I want a U-DIG-IT Trowel, I don't feel like humping an E-tool anymore. I've never been in the military and I've used them for years anyway.
Like many of you, I don't really dig Sheryl Crow's wipe your ass with a postage stamp sized piece of toilet paper or you're evil, but people just don't have any manners for the most part.
In general about camping, I tend to sit and stew over people that don't control their kids. I don't like kids who are not trusted with fire by their parents coming over and screwing around with mine, dumping shit on it, food, tin cans, poison ivy...you name it. I hate people who let their dog shit near your camp so you can enjoy the malodorous, furry, four-legged fart factory they have.