Shooters & Outdoorsey Types


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Skunkabilly
January 26, 2004, 02:04 PM
A poll, a little of an offshoot of that 'other hobbies' thread.

I'm catching up with lost childhood. My parents let me do all sorts of indoor activities like fix computers, model airplanes, piano lessons, etc.. I'm surprised we skiied and my dad even put me through flying lessons, but as far as camping, fishing, shooting, Boy Scouts, backpacking, etc. etc. etc., my parents thought I was going to get raped by gypsy mountainlions if I spent a night out under the stars.

I'm curious as to what other shooters do or grew up doing as far as outdoor activities, I think there's a lot of overlap and wondered what THR does.

I put little to no outdoorsey stuff, but that is going to change this year.

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TarpleyG
January 26, 2004, 02:23 PM
I pretty much got to do most all of it. Although we lived in a suburb, there were areas close enough by that I could get out into the wooded areas frequently. Top that off with the fact that my grandfather and all my uncles are hunters/fishermen/campers I spent my fair share of time doing something outside. My little brother (now 13) is growing up a lot like you did. Not sure if it is his decision or my parents'. They live about 20 miles north of Waco. If you aren't familair with Texas Hill Country, it's called "country" for a reason. He has plenty of opportunity to get out and be with nature. Wish they would have lived there when I was growing up but no, I had to get a top notch education from one of the best school districts in the state instead.:neener:

GT

Ktulu
January 26, 2004, 02:28 PM
I spent lots of time indoors when I was a kid as well. My dad did take me hunting, fishing, and camping but because we lived in a city (and other reasons I’m sure) that was only a few times a year. When I got a little older I didn't want to hang out with my parents much anymore so I got away from all that stuff.

Now days I still live in the city but I get crazy if I'm inside too much. I hunt, camp, and shoot as much as possible. Nothing much stops me from going outside. Last Saturday I shot an IDPA practice and it was 5 Deg. F when I left the house. I'll be shooting again next Saturday morning no matter what the weather decides to do.

Unless you have no arms and legs, I highly recommend everyone get outside as much as possible. Even then, have someone roll you outside. I really had no idea what I was missing when I was younger.

Smoke
January 26, 2004, 02:45 PM
I grew up outside. I grew up on the ranch that has been in my family since 1856. I grew up roaming every inch of this place on horse back and later on motorcycles and or Jeeps. Fishing in the creek, swimming, hunting etc.

Never was much of a camper. If there is a real bed within driving distance thats where you'll find me. But I'm outside during most of the waking hours. (Except when confined to this damned office:banghead: )

Smoke

Brian Williams
January 26, 2004, 02:46 PM
I did most of your poll but now I live in the city and do not get as much as I want. Also back problems prevent a lot of climbing and rock stuff, I am losing the feeling in my toes cause of spinal stenosis. I still canoe, hike when I can, hunt, ride mt bike, love to shoot.

mtnbkr
January 26, 2004, 02:56 PM
Until my mid teens, I spent most of my waking hours outside unless I was at school. I kept a dark tan all year round.

Chris

sm
January 26, 2004, 03:00 PM
Oh I did everything outdoors, and mean everything. :D

Guns, girls, shooting, hunt, fish, rafting, canoeing, climbing the small mountains, walking farms, swimming creeks and farm ponds ( sharing with the snakes and fish), wore out bicycles, raced dirtbikes, go carts, muscle cars, scouts, competed in shooting sports, baseball, cross country track, drive- in movies, golf, horseback riding...everything.

Time and schedules interfere with some now...but been known to head off with firearms, fishing stuff and disappear.

Thumper
January 26, 2004, 03:05 PM
Skunk, I imagine a lot of us would appreciate a "most or all of the above" option in the poll. I enjoy every activity listed, 'cept my Boy Scout days have been over for awhile.

Eskimo Jim
January 26, 2004, 03:06 PM
Skunk,
It sounds like we had similar upbringings.

When I was in junior high, I took karate lessons. I enjoyed that very much. My family vacationed at the beach and went to baseball games in the summer. I didn't participate in many outdoor activities. My family thought that roughing it was only one bathroom.

My wife camped a lot when she was growing up.

Now my hobbies include camping, shooting sports and several others. I'm probably going to take up snow shoeing this winter. This winter I'll rent snowshoes, next fall I might buy my own. This summer I'm planning on taking up hiking again.

I try to spend more time outdoors now. I also like to go for day trips or a ride in the country.

-Jim

Sylvilagus Aquaticus
January 26, 2004, 03:07 PM
I grew up outdoors, too. Living in the Piney Woods in east Texas, you just did. I spent a lot of time at the farm and up on the Sabine River in the swamps and camped out a LOT...hunted, fished, took up bowfishing and made a pretty good bit of pocket change selling carp to the fish market on the bad side of town.

In college I could have majored in kayaking, as I had 24 hours in it. The joys of a liberal arts education!

I still do a bit of camping these days, but I've had to slow down because of my health lately. I can't take a lot of the air pollution here in the city, but when I can get away to the boonies I do feel a lot better in more ways than one. I'm not a shut-in by any means, though.

Regards,
Rabbit.

Skunkabilly
January 26, 2004, 03:12 PM
I wish I knew the difference between 'priviledged' and just having money as a kid.

Better late than never I guess. I have a credit card and a car now. To infinity...and beyond!!! :D

Dave R
January 26, 2004, 03:39 PM
Skunk, you are definitely underpriveleged if you did not spend a lot of time in the outdoors as a kid.

The outdoor world is simply miraculous compared to the indoor world.

And with modern clothing and fibers and bug repellants, it is never necessary to be uncomfortable outdoors, other than working up a good, honest sweat. (And given your slender build, you prolly don't even sweat much.)

The more time you spend outdoors, the happier you'll be. Somebody correct me if I'm wrong here....

Have you ever been outdoors at night with no moon at high altitude? You would not believe how many stars there are. (And how many satellites...) Starlight is bright enough to cast a shadow (John Denver was not kidding.)

The wildlife. The plant life. Even the rocks are wonderful.

I feel so incredibly sorry for kids who are raised in the inner city and thing outdoors is an asphalt basketball court, or the trees you see on the parkway. They have no idea what the world is.

berto
January 26, 2004, 04:23 PM
Grew up shooting,hiker,MTB biker,former hunter...love the outdoors.:)

Carlos Cabeza
January 26, 2004, 04:36 PM
I have experienced all of the outdoor interests you listed. I grew up having to entertain myself so I did it outside. It helps to have a friend with similar interests until you become comfortable with being alone on a hike / camp trip. You'll truly enjoy yourself and Cali. has lots to "soak up" .

P.S. You should add skydiving to your list of "to do's", It's a real hoot !

Kharn
January 26, 2004, 05:15 PM
Eagle Scout, 'nuff said.

Kharn

Skunkabilly
January 26, 2004, 05:22 PM
P.S. You should add skydiving to your list of "to do's", It's a real hoot !

I draw the line there; I have no intentions of jumping out of a plane unless there's smoke coming out and/or one of the control surfaces are missing.... :scrutiny:

jfh
January 26, 2004, 07:27 PM
was when I was about ten months old; my mother put me in her backpack when she went duck hunting. She told me I quickly learned to squirm around to where I was behind her LEFT shoulder.

My father and cousin started me on .22s when I was five. Outside; targets. Then some squirrel hunting.

In 1955, when I was ten, I would walk the six blocks to the NG Armory for the weekly range time for children. Alone, with a 22 cased up.

In the summers after that, at Scout Camp. Then on the rifle team in high school.

Baba Louie
January 26, 2004, 07:27 PM
As a general rule, Doin' it outdoors is always better than doin' it indoors ;) no matter what it may be. (There may be exceptions... like having your teeth drilled or extracted)

Horses. You forgot horseback riding. (Hard to do indoors anyway) One of the great experiences of life.

jamz
January 26, 2004, 07:46 PM
I grew up with a lot of camping, canoeing and stuff like that. In high shcool I got into rock climbing, and mountain biking. Now, later in life, I got back into that stuff in a much bigger way, and added ice climbing to the list. Then fishing. Now shooting again.

I love the outdoors, it's like a second home. :)

-James

BenW
January 26, 2004, 07:47 PM
I was able to check every activity except for rockclimbing (the exception being a really stupid stunt on a pig hunt once, which falls more into the category of outdoor idiocy). :)

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Dave Markowitz
January 26, 2004, 07:55 PM
I grew up shooting, but mostly at the range. I grew up in suburbia.

I did get to do a bit of camping when I was in Civil Air Patrol, since my unit did ground search & rescue. Also did some hunting, fishing, and cycling.

Nowadays I don't get to spend as much time outdoors as I'd like, except when it's yard work. :rolleyes:

Stickjockey
January 26, 2004, 08:18 PM
Grew up on a ranch. Hunting, shooting, horseback riding, camping, fishing, the works. DOn't get to do nearly as much now as I'd like, but the wee one's growing very quickly and I'm anticipating many weekends spent in the great outdoors!:D

Stevie-Ray
January 26, 2004, 08:47 PM
Grew up in the outdoors about a half-mile from my house where the local creek ran through a huge field with hills and trails throughout. A Sting-Ray bike owner's paradise. My mom had trouble getting me to come home for dinner. Those times were the greatest of my life. As I got older, came the great outdoors of Michigan's Upper Peninsula, and shooting with my older brother-in-law. I credit him for encouraging my love for guns that was started by seeing my father's Colt .32 ACP. (Now mine) Now I have many guns, make several trips to the range each year, still walk the woods up north, still with a strapped on gun, and best of all, the field and creek area of my youth has been transformed into the most beautiful park in the area. Running, biking, rollerblading, etc. Now I can go there and relive my past. All those memories come back as I park my bike on Council Point, after several laps, and stare at the fork of the Ecorse Creek as it runs down to the Detroit River.

Stealth101
January 26, 2004, 08:57 PM
Skunk....
I call the outdoors a tuning fork! If ever you feel out of sinc with yourself, spend a few days in the backcountry, with mother nature and she'll help you get in proper tune! I did it all...my Dad took all of us hunting and camping from a young age,,,,,I was a Boy Scout (Eagle) and I try to keep the tradition going with my boys....It is so much fun I cant get enough of it.I took my youngest(5) elk hunting this year .....he loved it and so did I!

sm
January 26, 2004, 09:07 PM
Actually I want to do this, I might even try try wing-walking.

I've always said I would skydive when I turned 50. I'll be 49 this April, I may just go ahead during this spring semester break and skydive. Dunno, just because, and I do have an instructor that said if "extinuating circumstances"should happen we would be excused from one Exam and Lab Practical.

I may opt for the old "middle age crazy" excuse...think it will fly...err work? :)

Should I wear the Molon Labe hat or "If it flies - it dies" shirt?

Will Fennell
January 26, 2004, 09:28 PM
Skunk,
I grew up doing almost EVERYTHING outdoors......and try to continue to do as much as possible...OUTDOORS.

Bubba, you have some catchin'up to do!

Besides, bluegrass-banjo music is ALWAYS better outside around a good fire......remember, the chicks dig the bonfire thing;)

JOE MACK
January 26, 2004, 09:33 PM
Home was a working cattle ranch in Montana that was homesteaded by my ancestors. I wore a pistol about the same time I started wearing jeans and not diapers. Killed my first elk at 12 years old and haven't slowed down hunting yet. Mountain bikes? We just took our 26" Schwinns up one side of the mountain and down the other to visit neighbors. Never had a pony, started off with a horse. Camping was a bedroll on the back sections when riding for strays. We never went out of our way to rock climb. We just climbed rock faces because they were there. Also learned a bunch from military units I was in for awhile. The indoors gives me panic attacks unless the women keep me distracted.:neener:

Greg L
January 26, 2004, 09:46 PM
Was the poll for stuff that we've done or that which we still do?

Most of the teen years were spent in Scouts out in the mountains 3 weekends out of every two months. My high school had a class in backpacking & outdoor adventure :cool: (we would constantly blow off ... er ... be excused from Friday classes by our teacher & head to Yosemite for a weekend of climbing/hiking). Hiking up a steep mountain w/ Liz in cutoff shorts right in front of me was certainly motivation enough not to fall behind :D .

These days my boys are both Scouts with an active troop. In fact we just got home an hour ago from a meeting where we were planning the caving trip coming up in a couple of weeks (head down Friday night, sleep in the cave & explore it on Sat).

Greg

tc300mag1
January 26, 2004, 10:16 PM
I grew up shooting,hunting,fixhing,camping etc etc.. So i love the outdoors.

Skunkabilly
January 27, 2004, 12:59 AM
Actually I want to do this, I might even try try wing-walking.

sm, rent a t-tail ;) :evil: You're only 49?

Besides, bluegrass-banjo music is ALWAYS better outside around a good fire......remember, the chicks dig the bonfire thing

Yeah, but they hate banjos :banghead:

DonNikmare
January 27, 2004, 02:49 AM
Grew up in a grey concrete dirty city out of which I only escaped during the Summer vacation. The winter vacation was far too short and the weather was far to cold to spend too much time away or outside.

First thing I would do at the first of every new year was to make a count down calender. Every day, I would mark off another day until freedom day, the 1st day of summer vacation.
I did not study too hard. I would spend most of my unsupervised study time preparing my freedom days supply of tools n fishing gear. I was distracted by making bobbers out of goose feathers I had collected over the previous summer. I spent a lot of time sealing them with super glue, painting their tips bright red with my mom's nail polish, putting them on a line n making the perfect weight to get them to float straight in the bathroom sink. I also tied off hooks- many many hooks n stored them on cork bottle caps. I made sling shots- out of my uncle's electrical gloves, once, old bicycle inner tubes, the insides of old soccer balls. The electrical gloves worked the best but burring the evidence left a bad aftertaste of guilt n fear of being found out on my childhood conscience. My uncle was a stern man. I would make the leather pouch, which held the projectile, out of old leather shoes I swiped off my almost blind grandfather who, I knew,
would not miss them or could not see or care about a hole here or there. Doing all these things allowed my childhood mind to run freely even though I was physically confined to a school, a city and its concrete apartment blocks so characteristic of communist Bulgaria n the other USSR friendly countries.

I would often pray that I would pass the grade as to not spend my precious freedom days in summer school. God, who I did not know at the time, must have heard my ignorant but fervent prayers as I always managed to scrape by with a passing grade n breath in the relief of being out of school n on the bus to my grandma's village.

I spent days fishing - from sunrise to sunset. My Grandma didn't care as long as I came home. I would take n follow a creek going through all kinds of weed, thorn, n snake infested areas in search of the perfect secret fishing spot. I used manure worms I had dug out of the village's coop
farm the day before.
I roamed the local mountains with my friends, played demolition derby with our bikes, found n rode grazing cattle that was tied off n could not get away, raided cherry orchards, ate walnuts (that were sometimes too green n gave me a bad case of vomiting), ran from old ladies, target practiced with sling shots on old bottles or innocent frogs sun bathing by the creek, played with fire, investigated a cave, which turned out to be nothing more than old WW II machine gun nest. There is nothing much funnier than me n my friends making a plan to go into a cave for days, arguing who is first on the line of rope we used not to get lost, making sure we had a supply of spare flashlight batteries, etc etc n then walking in the dreaded cave only to find ourselves in a 6' by 8' old machine gun nest full of dust n trash.

We did not have guns, not even Beebe guns but we still played war. We mounted/taped long thin pipes we got from outdoor antenas on to pieces of wood to act as rifles. We took strips of slick magazine paper n made thin long funnels that were cut to fit in the diameter of the pipes n were blown through them. They flue so well that they would climb 5 to 6 floors high on a windless day. The funnels dipped in super glue hurt bad if they hit you right n slid right into n inder your skin. The funnels with pin tips hurt even worse n at times were known to take eyes out or so we heard stories of.

There was a training/firing range so close to that village that I often heard machine gun fire. Mortar and what sounded like canon fire of some type sometimes shook the windows of my grandma's old house. I knew not to venture in the direction of that range. There were unfriendly soldiers with kalashnikov's coming down to the village pub for cigarates every once in a while n I had had a classmate who missed a year of school because he n his brother found an abandoned shell, threw rocks at it n got peppered by shrapnel when it exploded.

At the end of every summer I came home to the city with many stories to tell, think about on boring school days, n a whitish line on the back of my otherwise tan neck caused by the way I wore my trusted slingshot all summer.
Anyway sorry for the long post. I just could not help but reminisce :( about my childhood.
Nik

Captain Bligh
January 27, 2004, 06:37 AM
As soon as I was big enough to keep up with my Dad in the field, I started as a hunting tag-along on trips to hunt rabbits, pheasants, and squirrels. We did't have a righteous hunting Dad, so Dad called me his "dog," sending me into thickets and briar patches to chase out rabbits or flush birds while he stood at-the-ready where he could get a good shot.

We fished, too, but I never took to it like I did hunting for some reason.

Dad got me my first gun of my own (used Mossberg 185K Bolt action 20 gauge) when I was about 14 and then I could join the hunt, but somehow I still didn't give up my "dog" status. When I got my first real job as a teenager, the first think I spent money on was a new shotgun, a Browning A-5 Light 20 that I still own.

Hunting trips were family outings with grandpa's and uncles. It's what men in my family did. On Thanksgiving after the feast, we didn't watch football, we went hunting. Dad, and grandpas and uncles are all gone now, but I have fond memories and I never go hunting but what I think of them and feel close to them. When I feel a need to spend some time with my Dad, I don't go visit his grave--I go squirrel hunting and always feel him there with me in the woods.

Now I have a couple of "dogs" of my own and try to carry on family traditions with my boys.

RJ

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