Thread: Any survivalists/backpackers here?

I have never personally done this...but I am looking into it as well. Where do you recommend going?

i've spent a few days solo in southern utah in some of the canyons down there. It was amazing to know I was the only person around for 15 or 20 miles. I really enjoyed it

Originally Posted by bio-chem

i've spent a few days solo in southern utah in some of the canyons down there. It was amazing to know I was the only person around for 15 or 20 miles. I really enjoyed it

Makes me think of The Hills have Eyes.

I love to hit the wilderness areas with my backpack. Stash a flash of whiskey in there and sit on top of a mountain and watch the sun set. Nothing like it in the world! I usually only get to do it for 2-4 days at a time because of work though.

Originally Posted by Doublebase

Makes me think of The Hills have Eyes.

those are mine

When I was a teen me and my friends would grab our pup tents, sleeping bags and back packs full of canned food and head off into the Wild Life Preserve right next to my house. We had rifles but only for snakes and wild pigs. Winter was the best time, we'd make large fires and just chillax out there, they'd smoke weed and drink and I'd try to get with any girl's we'd dragged out there with us. The good thing was if we needed something it was just a few miles hike back to my house or we could walk to the lake and uncover the small jon boat we'd found and row over to the bait shop to get stuff... I know it wasn't exactly survival but we'd stay out for a good 4-6 days and at 15-16 thats pretty good considering teens these days would freak out after one day. The best time was christmas vacation my senior year, 4 of us guys invited 6 girls out to stay by the lake, I took my dads large 2 room tent plus a couple pup tents, we packed a cooler with steaks and they brought tons of booze and we just partied for 3 days straight. The winter was weird that year too it was in the 70's for a few weeks and then dropped to the 40's the last day we were there so we got to skinny dip and the last night we all had to huddle around the fire cooking steaks smeared with seasoned butter.

Originally Posted by maniclion

When I was a teen me and my friends would grab our pup tents, sleeping bags and back packs full of canned food and head off into the Wild Life Preserve right next to my house. We had rifles but only for snakes and wild pigs. Winter was the best time, we'd make large fires and just chillax out there, they'd smoke weed and drink and I'd try to get with any girl's we'd dragged out there with us. The good thing was if we needed something it was just a few miles hike back to my house or we could walk to the lake and uncover the small jon boat we'd found and row over to the bait shop to get stuff... I know it wasn't exactly survival but we'd stay out for a good 4-6 days and at 15-16 thats pretty good considering teens these days would freak out after one day. The best time was christmas vacation my senior year, 4 of us guys invited 6 girls out to stay by the lake, I took my dads large 2 room tent plus a couple pup tents, we packed a cooler with steaks and they brought tons of booze and we just partied for 3 days straight. The winter was weird that year too it was in the 70's for a few weeks and then dropped to the 40's the last day we were there so we got to skinny dip and the last night we all had to huddle around the fire cooking steaks smeared with seasoned butter.

how many of the girls did you hook up with?

Originally Posted by bio-chem

how many of the girls did you hook up with?

Quite a few, girls were my only vice back in those days that and lifting/martial arts.....

I've hiked alone for many years but I was never stupid enough to get in trouble except for the time I thought my gut was so strong I could drink water from a stream without purifying it.

It was bad. I was shitting and puking by the side of a trail at the same time. I fell asleep in temps under 40 with my pants down while dehydrated.
I remember two people walking by me in the morning and stopping and just saying, "SICK!" I made myself get up a few minutes later motivated by those fuckers lack of concern. It was only 7 miles to the heater in my truck and I knew I'd see them along the way. I would have pissed or puked on them if I could. Turns out I never saw them. I later enjoyed the best Coke a Cola I've ever had in my life a few miles down the road. Above all I remember how good it tasted.

Originally Posted by Hoglander

I've hiked alone for many years but I was never stupid enough to get in trouble except for the time I thought my gut was so strong I could drink water from a stream without purifying it.

It was bad. I was shitting and puking by the side of a trail at the same time. I fell asleep in temps under 40 with my pants down while dehydrated.
I remember two people walking by me in the morning and stopping and just saying, "SICK!" I made myself get up a few minutes later motivated by those fuckers lack of concern. It was only 7 miles to the heater in my truck and I knew I'd see them along the way. I would have pissed or puked on them if I could. Turns out I never saw them. I later enjoyed the best Coke a Cola I've ever had in my life a few miles down the road. Above all I remember how good it tasted.

Coke and Root Beer taste awesome after pushing your way out of a wilderness on the last day.

I hike in the Grand Canyon quite a bit, and the last day is usually a 10mile 5400ft push hike out in 90 degree heat... Root beer and hotdogs at the tourist fountain are my staple food when done!



THis is also a good time to stand there in line, smelly, filthy, having accomplished one of the few things some folks will ever do...

And look at all the the fat tourists, in their clean designer clothes, cologne and perfume, and think about what they are going to tell their friends and families when they get home, about how they went to the grand canyon.



BTW, if anyone is interested in doing a major multiday trek through the Canyon...
PM me and I will look into NPBC permits for you...
(You absolutely need someone on the inside for this)

The best times were going hunting with my dad in Oregon. I was only 5-6 years old the few times we went but I'll always remember it. We hiked each day for several miles taking breaks to hunt and then at the end of the day he'd find a cliff like area so that nothing could sneak up on us, then he would drag a large log to block off the edge in case I rolled in my sleep. We would lay out our bags, build a fire and then he would boil some water and make hot cocoa for me and coffee for himself. We'd have crackers and venison jerky for dinner or he'd heat up a can of stew and we'd share that. I remember that even though it wasn't much food it was always enough. One of the times we kept seeing a mountain lion on far off ridges, it was a small one and I remember not even being scared because my dad was there. A couple of times he would fire a shot close to it to try to scare it off. I had my Daisy BB gun and I had to keep the bb's in my pocket so they didn't rattle in the barrel so it was mainly my walking stick. I remember seeing a bear with a cub by a stream and a herd of elk grazing in the valley from the side of the mountain we were walking horizontally on. He'd show me deer tracks and fresh droppings. But of all things that stick with me from those times I'll remember the scenery and how beautiful every view was and I'll remember how vast and empty the wilderness was and how free I felt. For some reason even at that age I felt like I had experienced all of that before in another life as a young Indian on hunting trips with his father. There's just something soul cleansing about being far away from civilization, just a young boy and his father passing on a tradition of knowledge of the land and the habits of animals. It was a real bonding experience as well. I learned to trust my father more and he knew that I would learn from my experiences and how valuable taking my own children out into the wild, if I ever had any, would be.

Originally Posted by maniclion

The best times were going hunting with my dad in Oregon. I was only 5-6 years old the few times we went but I'll always remember it. We hiked each day for several miles taking breaks to hunt and then at the end of the day he'd find a cliff like area so that nothing could sneak up on us, then he would drag a large log to block off the edge in case I rolled in my sleep. We would lay out our bags, build a fire and then he would boil some water and make hot cocoa for me and coffee for himself. We'd have crackers and venison jerky for dinner or he'd heat up a can of stew and we'd share that. I remember that even though it wasn't much food it was always enough. One of the times we kept seeing a mountain lion on far off ridges, it was a small one and I remember not even being scared because my dad was there. A couple of times he would fire a shot close to it to try to scare it off. I had my Daisy BB gun and I had to keep the bb's in my pocket so they didn't rattle in the barrel so it was mainly my walking stick. I remember seeing a bear with a cub by a stream and a herd of elk grazing in the valley from the side of the mountain we were walking horizontally on. He'd show me deer tracks and fresh droppings. But of all things that stick with me from those times I'll remember the scenery and how beautiful every view was and I'll remember how vast and empty the wilderness was and how free I felt. For some reason even at that age I felt like I had experienced all of that before in another life as a young Indian on hunting trips with his father. There's just something soul cleansing about being far away from civilization, just a young boy and his father passing on a tradition of knowledge of the land and the habits of animals. It was a real bonding experience as well. I learned to trust my father more and he knew that I would learn from my experiences and how valuable taking my own children out into the wild, if I ever had any, would be.

Allow me to introduce you to the key.

Originally Posted by goob

Allow me to introduce you to the key.

Most of the Hikes I do, go for about 4-5days... (3-4 nights)

Its hard to get a group of anyone together to go for longer than that.

Adults are so busy -


If you are hiking fast or climbing fast, you do most anything in a few days...

I have been toying with the idea of going to PERU or DENALI
you have to take two weeks or more at least to do those...

And you lose like $20-30,000 and two months of your life to do anything big in Nepal...

I'm not crazy about expedition mountaineering,
the only one of the seven summits that intrigues me is carstenz pyramid.
and maybe kilimanjaro, but I'm more intrigued with africa than the mountain itself

So who fits the survivalist category?

i've done mountain climbing and camping many times. it's been a sport i've recently just taken. it's cool, you get to be one with the world.

Originally Posted by DaMayor

So who fits the survivalist category?

People who Try to Hike, Climb, and Mountaineer...

... and fuck it up -