diamond hitch
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I know many of you have stories to share so I will start.
In the 80s we would pack camp in by September in order to cut the packing distance down. We would pack in a mile and set up camp. In October the FS closed the road and we were instantly 5-6 miles behind the gate. The drawback to that was that the forest critters would have time to explore the new hotel facilities. One year we followed our normal routine and when we packed in the moonlight (a wonderful experience) and set about settling in. We lit the lanterns, rolled our beds in the tent and stored our gear. In the middle of that I lit a fire in the stove and went out to strip and feed the stock. When I walked into the tent with my partners, we were greeted with a wall of tear inducing vaporized packrat pee in the form of a white fog in the tent. They had been staking their claim on the facilities by peeing on the stove.
We cleared the tent and settled in to go to sleep. A ruckus ensued and when we investigated we found that a herd of packrats were stealing our potatoes and apples and were moving them to the horse hay stack. We secured our food supply and finally went to bed. About an hour later my partner woke me up and said hold real still. In my fog of sleep I saw a packrat perched on my foot eating a candy bar. My partner had his 45 revolver out and was preparing to resolve the problem. He is a hell of a shot but that was one brick to far and I declined the opportunity with a jerk and the rat went to the kitchen where he was dispatched leaving us with a ringing in our ears.
We did well hunting. Maybe because all of our clothes had a faint tincture of "ordour de rat". No need for cover scent.
In the 80s we would pack camp in by September in order to cut the packing distance down. We would pack in a mile and set up camp. In October the FS closed the road and we were instantly 5-6 miles behind the gate. The drawback to that was that the forest critters would have time to explore the new hotel facilities. One year we followed our normal routine and when we packed in the moonlight (a wonderful experience) and set about settling in. We lit the lanterns, rolled our beds in the tent and stored our gear. In the middle of that I lit a fire in the stove and went out to strip and feed the stock. When I walked into the tent with my partners, we were greeted with a wall of tear inducing vaporized packrat pee in the form of a white fog in the tent. They had been staking their claim on the facilities by peeing on the stove.
We cleared the tent and settled in to go to sleep. A ruckus ensued and when we investigated we found that a herd of packrats were stealing our potatoes and apples and were moving them to the horse hay stack. We secured our food supply and finally went to bed. About an hour later my partner woke me up and said hold real still. In my fog of sleep I saw a packrat perched on my foot eating a candy bar. My partner had his 45 revolver out and was preparing to resolve the problem. He is a hell of a shot but that was one brick to far and I declined the opportunity with a jerk and the rat went to the kitchen where he was dispatched leaving us with a ringing in our ears.
We did well hunting. Maybe because all of our clothes had a faint tincture of "ordour de rat". No need for cover scent.