If there had been any advantage to start with, it is all lost. The sun has crossed the valley and crested the mountain top, darkness in the ravine would soon follow. And the valley is still far below. My only luck is coming across several small streams taking in my fill of water. It was only after the second or was it the third, my hunter instincts kick in and dug out the racoons innards and began making water bladders, learning quickly how easy they break. By the end of this leaning, I had only five bladders holding water far too few for …show more content…
The setting sun has revealed a large cliff face. That is where my next temporary camp will be not that the first was meant to be permanent.
On the fourth night in my walk to manhood, I breaching the woods to find an unexpected discovery, this spot had been used before. An old campfire ring stood ready for a fire with some fire wood near by and another pile of weather beaten stood waiting by the cliff face.
Dragging the sled to the base of the cliff for safety. My immediately needs, required a return to the forest for firewood before total darkness set in. Upon return this load is dropped next to the fire ring. And just in case of a strong wind, an extra layer of stones to build up the wind break using available rocks strewn around. My tinder lit and the small pieces of wood slivers are positioned to burn. My fire burned well in no time.
The indentation in the cliff face would serve as a shelter for the lights of weather, but in a heavy rain or snow, absolutely useless.
Adding some rabbit fat to the fire added new life to the flames. Then some coals are buried for later use. This time the search for firewood is in darkens of …show more content…
Is when, I noticed the fire ring seemed usually far away from the indent. The reasoning for this is unknown, but the others with more experience had lived here. So I only made a few changes.
Bringing my fire back to full life, I built a nice warm fire and then night wind came and showed me the reason for distance. The upward draft fanned the flames. If not for my rebuilding the wind break, the flames and heat would have all going straight up the cliff face.
It would be a warm night. Stakes with meat on them were set out for my evening meal. Next, the skinning of the rabbits for cooking, and the hot coals will allow me to finish curing their furry warm hides. My new footwear is in the making, so I sent a prayer to the mountain for its bounty.
Taking one of the other cure rabbit skin, I cutting it into long thin strips with father knife, I began sewing the raccoon skin into a pouch. The cooked meat had brought a visitor or two. But none we willing to cross the wide open stretch between them and open fire and equal distance to me.
The camp's plan is now simple. Anything that wanted me or my food had to come into a wide and well lighted area, where a good arrow would end any and all