View Full Version : "Stealth Camping"...What is it?
Currently I am obese. I am 230 pounds and need to go ultralight just to walk.
Next 150 pound guy I catch fussing over grams will get beaten with my ugly stick.
Wise Old Owl
07-15-2008, 09:37
Wow Jak,
Say it isn't so, Gram Weenies get your Goat?
LOL. I posted that to the wrong thread.
It was supposed to go in the "Hesitate To Go Lightweight?" thread.
For some reason its funnier here in the stealth thread. Not sure why.
Wise Old Owl
07-15-2008, 09:50
Now back to STELTH CAMPING....
If they find out, then it wasn't done right!
saimyoji
07-15-2008, 09:59
Next 150 pound guy I catch fussing over grams will get beaten with my ugly stick.
Isn't that a fishing pole?
Now back to STELTH CAMPING....
If they find out, then it wasn't done right!That's what I said.
Kinda like teenage ... OK let's not go there.
Poem time.
Gin a body kiss a body
Comin’ thro’ the grain
Need a body grudge a body
What’s a body’s ain
We are anchored by the roadside, Jim, as we've ofttimes before
When you and I were weary from sacking on the shore
The moon shone down in splendor, Jim, it shone on you and I
And the little stars were shining when we drank the old jug dry
But those was the good old days, those good old days of yore
When Murphy ran the tavern and Burnsy kept the store
When the whiskey flowed as free, brave boys, as the waters in the brook
And the boys all for their stomach's sake their morning bitters took
Now the times they have altered, Jim, and men have altered too
And some have undertaken for to put rumsellers through
They say that whiskey's poison, Jim, and scores of graves has dug
And ten thousand snakes and devils can be seen in our old jug
But never mind such prattle, Jim, Though some of it be true
We'll sleep where we've a mind to, together, me and you
For the drink they call cold water, won't do for you nor I
So we'll haul the cork at leisure, and we'll drink the old jug dry
Other analogies might be masturbation, or driving a scooter.
We are anchored by the roadside, Jim
... this was a folksong written or at least performed by a Jim Walker of Wisconsin
http://csumc.wisc.edu/src/performers.htm
Robert Walker — Born in 1883, Walker “worked in the woods every winter of his life until he retired in 1955.”
Here is his voice...
http://www.smithsonianglobalsound.org/trackdetail.aspx?itemid=4336
http://digicoll.library.wisc.edu/WebZ/FETCH?sessionid=01-46863-766328058:recno=17:resultset=2:format=F:next=html/nffull.html:bad=error/badfetch.html&entityimageSize=l
http://digicoll.library.wisc.edu/WebZ/FETCH?sessionid=01-46863-766328058&recno=1&resultset=2&format=B&numrecs=12&fmtclass=briefnf&entitysrchfmtclass=briefnf&entitycurrecno=1&entitytoprecno=1&next=html/nfbrief.html&bad=error/badfetch.html&entityScanReferral=FALSE
Lone Wolf
07-15-2008, 22:37
Jak. your posts suck. as does your poetry. get back on track or i'll delete your drivel. pending my election to the mod staff of course :cool:
That's what I said.
What’s a body’s ain
It is a part of the backside.
HTH...
Jak. your posts suck. as does your poetry. get back on track or i'll delete your drivel. pending my election to the mod staff of course :cool:That wasn't my poetry.
And hey... you've got my vote.
It is a part of the backside.
HTH...last line translates roughly to "That which is a person's own."
HTH...
kayak karl
07-15-2008, 23:03
That wasn't my poetry.
And hey... you've got my vote.
Here's the game...... you go STELTH CAMP, and we will try to find you :D
Here is my latest poem though, just for L.Wolf.
Not sure what it has to do with stealth camping.
Poetic licence I guess, trumped only by Moderator's licence. ;)
No good season for my despair.
There is no good season for my despair;
Spring quickly rushes, yet rocks only tremble in her streams.
Summer only blushes, as soft winds lift her from my dreams.
Autumn always leaves me shaking, yet still asleep, I'll not awaken.
You see there's no good season for my despair.
There is no good season, nor rhyme, nor reason;
Winter simply becomes me, once again.
last line translates roughly to "That which is a person's own."
HTH...
Well, if the ain isn't a person's own, I don't know what is. :-?
fiddlehead
07-16-2008, 02:30
I remember back in '77 when thru-hiking and going through SNP. They had the nice shelters built buy the CCC but you weren't allowed to use them or camp near them.
Of course they were near the water sources so people tried but the rangers would come buy every night and check.
we were camping one night about 80 yards away and the ranger came and stood on top of the fireplace and did a 360. He said: "what color is your tent" I told him it was orange and he said "i can see it, move it"
Thus stealth camping was born.
Most hikers are afraid of walking 100 feet, much less 200 yards, into the woods to pitch a tent.
There a a gazillion good reason to stealth camp, but most thru hikers stay very near the Trail. They get nervious if they can't see the Trail, and will usually be within its sight even when stealth camping. So its often not really stealth camping at all.
Equipment makers understand that people don't really value stealth camping-- most back county tents are still bright colors.
Was'nt 2100 miles enough walking for you@
Was'nt 2100 miles enough walking for you@
Well... it's not enough for me! :p
minnesotasmith
07-16-2008, 17:26
I remember back in '77 when thru-hiking and going through SNP. They had the nice shelters built buy the CCC but you weren't allowed to use them or camp near them.
Of course they were near the water sources so people tried but the rangers would come buy every night and check.
we were camping one night about 80 yards away and the ranger came and stood on top of the fireplace and did a 360. He said: "what color is your tent" I told him it was orange and he said "i can see it, move it"
Thus stealth camping was born.
They've got those virtually-unused (according to a SNP ranger I talked to) day shelters such as Byrd's #3 & #4 that could be helpful for spreading out the pack at night, but they have dog-in-the-manger syndrome about them...