It has been 23 years since I have tromped through the bush, Canoed, Rafted, Fished, used a Bow . . .
But as a storm gathers, so do I . . . to pack again . . .
I started to post this in "What made you a 'hanger"?
but realized it is more of an introduction to moi.
So my first hang was . . .
. . . It was back in '84 while pullin' a MC trip to Haida Gwaii from Edmontown,
I was 2/3's the way and it was gettin' on to dark,
so I pulled into a roadside pull-out and thought
no place to set up a tent, least ways, as far as I could tell.
So by the light of my MC headlamp,
I used the Fly from my pup tent, and holding it gathered,
tied a sheet bend knot and a few others at each end,
and hung it between a couple of small trees,
laid in my bag, and proceeded to sit in it and remove my boots.
I swear (really I don't - any more) some one should have been filming the event.
As I went to reach for my foot the fly hammock swung away,
and so it went, I was a Laurel and Hardy act all in one person.
I ended up gettin' my boots off and one at a time broke of a sapling within reach,
2 feet off the ground so as I could hang my boots on top, upside down as it was already raining some.
No fly for the fly, it was just an open sleep,
thankfully it only lightly sprinkled a rain for 1/2 the night.
I used that fly hammock in my steel fab shop (when I had it)
when it got late at night and driving home an hour and then returning in the morn,
would mean that I would only get 4 hrs sleep.
the fly hammock gave me 6 hrs, sweet.
That fly over the years has evaporated
and now I await the arrival my first real hammock
a Clark NX-150
I think I will call it the "Clark Hilton"
It should be here in a week or so,
or so . . . would be better if "so" was sooner.