Bill Sornson wrote:
> firewolf65 wrote:
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>>You try to come off as really tough, big deal. I grew up in the
>>wilderness of Maine, I used to go out on my own all the time, never
>>telling anyone where I was going. Fear of your own inadequacies is
>>the only thing you need to truly concern yourself about. I have
>>had to deal with black bears, bob cats and other creatures of the
>>wild. So cut the crap and calling people wussies, and other
>>derogatory terms to try and goad others on. I would gladly pit my
>>wilderness survival skills against your so called abilities. You get
>>no radio, gun, shelter, or any of the other amenities you are used
>>to. Oh, you also go without any food. I am sure that you were on
>>the radio when your bush plane crashed and gave a distress call with
>>basic coordinates for rescuers to find you. I will allow you a knife
>>or leatherman.
>>
>>On the other hand could you survive in NYC. Doubt it.
>>
>>So hit the road and get a life.
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>
> Some top-posting moron is channeling Bill Baka!
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>
I don't top post but I can relate to this guy more than the bicycle
wusses on here. My rides out of cell phone range are to get away from th
deluge of people who would try to tell me how to 'safely' ride my bike
or not to hike that trail on the side of a 70% rocky dropoff. I can
survive easily enough without having a coffee house or 7-11 every few
miles and that is the point, to get away from it all. Short of flat out
killing my self I could probably drag myself to a point where people
actually go and get help. I sure didn't have cell phones back in the
1950's and 60's when I did some seriously life threatening stuff, nor
did I worry about it.
I just do it, and it I am not back my sometime after sundown then my
wife, who stays at home, can call out the search are rescue.
Just do it.
Bill Baka
And I do know this is going all over the place but I don't know where it
started. |