Camping Trip
Thursday evening after milking the older boys and I took off for the first camping trip of the summer. We needed some good old “camp fire therapy”. It was fun, we got camp built pretty quick and gathered a good supply of fire wood. We ate, target shot, sang a few psalms and read an old Rocky Mt trapper’s journal by the fire before bed. I explained to the boys that what they were learning was something no one could ever take away from them. They can take your money, your house, your car, but they can’t ever take away what you learn. Every man ought to know how to live in the wild. My boys know how.
We could travel half way by golf cart, across pasture land. The rest of the way on foot.
Supper was cook your own with a stick.
If ya’ll come a calling, be sure to yell “Hello to camp” before getting too close. 
June 15th, 2008 at 9:56 am
Scott,
Best post on the blogsphere! Woods, guns, fires, boys ….. and dad - doesn’t get any better!
June 15th, 2008 at 6:45 pm
What a great time to spend with the boys. Some of my family’s fondest memories are from our camping trips. Since we lived in Los Angeles, we were able to camp in the Sierra Nevada Mountains, Yosemite, and even along the Santiam River trail that was part of the trail out west in Oregon.
June 16th, 2008 at 6:47 am
Yes we love the woods and guns and fires too. I’ve been blessed over the years to spend a lot of time out in the woods. The days in the Alaskan bush were the best by far. I don’t know what it is about living in the wild that I love so much. Give me a rifle, a fishing pole and an ax and I’ll be happy where ever you dump me out
June 16th, 2008 at 9:04 am
How are the ticks and “no see ums” in your neck of the woods? For sure, there is something most enchanting and comforting sitting around a crackling campfire in the woods in the dark of the night, where the embers fly up to meet the stars and the insects and frogs sing praises to God. Thanks for the encouraging post, I needed it.
June 16th, 2008 at 10:02 am
Hi Pastor Tom
We don’t have very many ticks in this part of the country. The dogs might pick one up now and then but I’ve never had one on me. The no see ums are starting to get nasty but they didn’t bother us too bad and that trip. Not to many skeeters yet this year, its been dry.
June 16th, 2008 at 11:01 am
Can I send my boy to spend some time with you? He’d have a ball
Need to get me a rifle! You’ve got three more than I!
June 16th, 2008 at 5:59 pm
Hi Christine
If your boy is ever up this way he’d be welcome to come along.
“You’ve got three more than I!”……well actually I’ve got a few more than 3 more than you. Just did a quick count and came up with 15 firearms in the house that I can see. There might be more, never know. Of course thats not just rifles but includes shotguns and handguns.
June 16th, 2008 at 6:10 pm
Fifteen firearms! You’ve got quite the arsenal! I know where to run to if we’re ever attacked.
I’ve definitely got to go gun shopping! I’m lagging far behind….
June 17th, 2008 at 1:41 pm
“after milking the older boys” (?)
Punctuation is a right handy thing, eh?
(Sorry, the old english teacher oozing out of me.)
It looks like the boys enjoyed themselves, in spite of being milked. When I was little, we went camping a LOT! I loved it, but I am done, now.
How is your field corn? You had that multi-color heirloom, didn’t you? I forget which one. Mine is doing okay, but I made a big mistake. I put the bedding from the chicken coop on the dirt and tilled it in before planting. Now some of the corn from dropped feed has germinated in with my corn. I’m glad that I use organic feed, but now I can’t save my seed… Bummer. Well, I could save it, but I don’t know what I would get. Live and learn.
June 17th, 2008 at 6:09 pm
And as a credit to you, and not wanting to offend you of course..you are one of the few radicals that I refer too
I have been learning a “heap” from reading your blog. It is a wonderful small world we live in and I am glad to have men like you to learn from.
garth
June 18th, 2008 at 8:09 am
Ginny
Boy, I wish I’d a had you for my English teacher. I was educated in NY public schools and have been trying to reeducate myself my whole adult life
Grammar is not my strong point, nor is spelling. History is more my cup of tea. My wife is talented in grammar and spelling and between the two of us our kids might receive a decent education.
As for the corn, we had a few changes to our plans this growing season for a number of reasons and didn’t plant any of the Painted Mt corn. A freind in Rayville, Art, did have some and I think he planted it. I’ll contact him at harvest and see how it did. You might still be able to save seed, depends on what growing day corn was in your feed. Perhaps there is enough difference that it won’t cross. If not you could start a new breed!
Garth
Not offended at all, in fact if you called me “normal” then I’d be offended! I’m glad you enjoy the blog, and thank you for the kind words.
June 18th, 2008 at 12:47 pm
I love the time you take to bond with your boys. The picture with the guns against the tree is great. Part of every boy’s dream!!
June 25th, 2008 at 6:28 pm
Camping, a golf cart, cooking over the fire, and guns — does it get any better than that for boys?
I think not!
Blessings!
Lacy