i have only ever gone camping once, i mean reeealy camping. it was a 5 day trip through the big sir area, we were dropped off in the mountains, and hiked to the ocean. druing that time, we were only allowed to bring folders, as 2 people over the years had nearly gotten their ribs broken from fixed blade handles stabbing them as they rolled down hills with a 60 pound pack on.
so all i hads was me trusty (and very long time use) leathermen wave. during that trip i had to "pry" 3 things.
the first, small chunks of wood out of the handle of my walking stick to make the skull and cross bones pommel.
the second, was splitting tree brances that were over 2 inches thick. there had been hundreds upon hundreds of tree's that had fallen between that hike and the years previous, so there was an abundance of firewood, and we had a large group, so instead of hte normal fairly small sticks, we were looking for larger fair. because we only had folders, we just stomped them down to size, and hand pulled them apart when we could - though i wish i could have used a steel heart. it would have meant that i would have actually made a fire on the fifth night instead of going to sleep at dusk and waking up at dawn - covered in condensation - dirty - cold and depressed. BUILD THE FIRE PEOPLE, if you can - it will help your perspective. being able to use a wide blade to split the stuff would have cut the strength needed to split it in thirds - cause pulling apart seasoned wood with your bear bands is like using one of those spring coils to build chest muscles.. and when youve eaten 1 1/2 meals a day and those meals didnt consist of meat or any large sum of carbohydrates - strength is something you have to find, its no longer in abundance.
a learned a lot about what to bring on a 5 day camping trip... mainly from things i didnt bring. lol... nuts and berries are NOT good meals after 3 days straight...
and the third was the most trying task of them all....
prying the last bit of marinara sauce out of its jar on the second day... it nearly killed me, and three other campers... torture... pure torture... if only i had had a satin jack - i may have made it out without so many scars...