A Taste of Domesticity in Stokes State Forest Throughout my four years of high school, I had never had a friend come back from a post-prom weekend in Wildwood and describe to me what sounded like a “good time.” The stories they told always had the same synopsis that centered around drunken fun and even drunker stupidity. Hordes of juniors and seniors slept in small dirty motel rooms. They spent way too much money on alcohol, and they often got swindled into paying hundreds of dollars to stay in an otherwise dirt cheap motel because no decent place would allow teenagers to party like they did. They sat in their hotel rooms and drank the beautiful New Jersey beach days away, waiting for the sun to set so they could continue their drunken…
Throughout the course of my short seventeen years, I have grown and learned many things. I grew up in a small rural town called Elk Creek. There are no strangers in Elk Creek; people sleep with their doors unlocked and their windows open. Everyone who has grown up in a small town can agree that friendship and community become a second nature trait. Although I have copious amounts of love and respect for where I grew up; I believe that I do not belong there.…
The Hunted I didn’t know who I was. I woke up next to a bunch of muddy kids. They all smelled like they haven't showered in weeks. There was two twins, a chubby kid, and probably the skinniest kid I’ve ever seen. Then I realized I smelled just like them.…
I am the sole curator, operator and owner of The Outdoorsman's Corner. A self-appointed avid backwoodsman, I try to live every day as magnanimously as possible, through the serenity that permeates my life through deep roots in the canoe tripping capital of the world - Ontario, Canada. My passion lies in long, solitary days travelling by land and water; a passion driven by my need to live my life in accordance with the ingenuity, fortitude, curiosity and simplicity that are trademarks of the Canadian backcountry experience. I look toward living a simple life full of adventure and kindness, and I want to share all the goodness of the outdoors with whoever may listen. It is my hope that this growing community of tales, opinions and knowledge…
Every once in a while, one will say to themselves, I should have stayed in bed! On this weekend, this would become too true! Since our group hiked for years together, we always looked forward to spending the weekend together. You know to tell our stories over and over again! Our destination started at the Seven Pines Trail Head and we were headed to Siberia Creek Campsite.…
I went hunting last summer. It is fun to go hunting. I don't remember the exact day but I know it was really really cold I wore 2 pairs of socks, a shirt,under shirt,and a hoodie and I was still cold. We went hunting three days in a row.…
I love to rifle hunt for deer with my grandpa. I hunt mostly with my Savage 243. My grandpa and I are talking about selling it and buying a Savage 30-06. When I go hunting I go with my grandpa.…
There’s a little slice of Heaven in Marshall, Texas, where the sun shines through the pines and the sound of cicadas serenade you throughout your afternoon and the lake shines like a plate of polished silver in the early morning sun. When I first came to Camp Fern, I was on my own. Everyone else had known each other for at least two years, so I was the odd one out. In my cabin there was the usual sort. There was the popular one, the attention seeker, the joker, and the one you love to hate.…
The View was magnificent, the green grasses, the fresh air, and the sunshine shining on the landscapes and the trees swaying with wind. It was as if the world was reborn, the ashes were nowhere to be seen, and no fires nor smoke in the air or in sight. We stepped of the door platform and closed the door behind us so they would not ever know that we went outside the main bunker. It has been ten years since we have been outside in the real world, we have no real windows in the bunker they are all electronic. We are all sticking together like Indian's or a wolf pack, so that we can survive and share food together.…
In a world of cars, highways, and skyscrapers, it can be difficult to see how much nature matters and affects our lives. For me, nature has always been an incredible place to go to get to know myself better and learn to appreciate the little things in life. A BWCA Wilderness canoe-camping adventure with my friends would be an amazing opportunity to grow as a person, spend time in my favorite place, and make lifelong memories with my friends. My past experiences in Boundary Waters have drastically changed my life by teaching me lessons about myself and the world around me.…
Have you ever been so quiet for too long you just want to scream? That is me when I am deer hunting. I have been deer hunting for as long I can remember, but last year was the first time I had the gun. My dad and I had been in the stand for about an hour and had not seen or heard anything but birds, squirrels, turkeys, and just the wind in the trees.…
Ever since my first backpacking trip 6 years ago, I’ve had an affinity for the Appalachian Trail. I’m constantly looking for excuses to mash our lives into the giant, 50 liter bags, and hit the trail for a few days. This past year, in early fall, I convinced my parents to don their sturdy boots and disappear into the wilds of bear state park with me for three days. We were dropped off at the top of Bear Mountain and, while my parents argued over directions, I wandered around the windswept ridge.…
Here is the story of the time I learned to hike a steep hill and learned to belay, a crazy day. It was humid in my house so when my friend Isabella M. asked if I would go hiking with her family on Hise MTN. , I obviously said yes, it would be my first time hiking. I packed a backpack and begun the walk to her house. We hopped into a car and began the drive to the mountain.…
In my family most of us hunt deer with rifles and to us it's like a competition to shoot the biggest buck every year. Three years ago, my brother Andrew killed the biggest buck with 8 points. Two years ago, my brother Brad shot a 10 point buck. Last year my cousin got it with 9 points. So now, hunting season just started and anybody had a chance.…
My vision started to fail on mile four of the six-mile hike. Small white specks flickered across my field of vision. The next thing to go was my hearing, followed by my ability to walk in a straight line. My platoon sergeant saw the signs of heat stroke and forced me to stop. I should have stopped myself, but all I could think was: you will finish this, or you will die trying.…