>Years ago
>Be 16
>Be fishing at our family cabin
>One evening brother dared me I couldn't spend 24 hours alone in the woods
>Challenge accepted
>Grabbed a bag of Twizzlers and my bottle of water
>Walked about a 1/2 a mile away from the cabin into a small patch of woods
>Sat down by tree
>Lit up a smoke
>Started a small fire
>Ate Twizzlers, smoked, and sipped on water for 24 hours
>10 years later
>"Bro! Do you remember that time you sat in the woods for 24 hours straight! How did you do that!"


Is staying out in the woods supposed to be a challenge? I see everyone packing so much shit it's like they are really expecting to go thousands of miles out into the middle of nowhere for weeks. I've been camping a lot since then (and hunting even more) and people always tell me, "Are you sure you're bringing enough?" and by the end of the trip they are the ones always complaining that they forgot something.