Camp Little Hatchet, Version 2

Hi everyone,

Jeff and I began camping together when he was a boy in Indian Guides. He was Little Gray Wolf and I was Straight Arrow. I can’t remember who suggested that name. I don’t recall arguing about it though. Later on we camped on Swan Creek near Forsyth, Missouri. Our equipment included a butterfly net, fishing tackle and bait, water skis, a bass boat, pup tents, and sleeping bags. We slept on the bank of the beautiful stream by night and went exploring for possibilities by day. I taught him how to water ski there. I also showed him how to arrange stones in a circle to make a fire pit, carefully build a fire, drop foil-wrapped potatoes onto the coals, and set steaks on the grill. I also taught him how baking potatoes that way burned them to little bitty black coal-like lumps and turned the steaks to toast. Real he-men don’t complain. We lived on Smores and carried on.

They say you can’t go home again but Jeff and I still love to camp and enjoy nature together. This time we settled on the Branson area and Table Rock Lake. There were a few changes that we reluctantly accepted. After all, time does march on. The bass boat was now a pontoon boat but it got us there. 20161017_160022_resized_1 Jeff was so cute playing with the controls. And he still got such a kick out of splashing around in the water. The lake temperature was 70 degrees but the good news was that his beer didn’t cool off.20161017_163734_resized Lots of gorgeous scenery, just like in the old days. While I admit we were not packing skis or a net or fishing gear, we enjoyed the rugged bluffs in our rugged man style. img_20161017_162101545 We saw plenty of dangerous animals out in the wild. This groundhog was actually quite frightening except that we were looking down from fifteen feet. And just like in the old days we saw crows, eagles, and vultures.20161018_094328_resized Really, there were only two significant changes from Camp Little Hatchet 1 to Camp Little Hatchet 2. For one thing, I’ve learned how to provide tastier food.20161016_174958_resizedimg_20161016_175148352_hdr And for another, they make better tents these days so why not take advantage of progress!20161016_153318_resized20161016_153327_resized20161016_153416_resized20161016_153521_resized20161016_153629_resized20161016_153642_resized_120161017_182604_resized

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13 comments on “Camp Little Hatchet, Version 2

  1. Yeah that was one sweet tee-pee! And the water was a tad chilly, but rough, tough mountain men like us don’t care. It was a really wonderful time, just like the old days. But as I remember it…you were Grey Wolf and I was Little Feather! Thanks for a really special time Grey Wolf, I love you!

    • You’re probably right. Sometimes I have the memory of a writer. I had a fine time and I love you, too, Little Feather!

  2. You’ve reminded me of my father and brother being in Indian Guides. I “think” they had fun, but will have to ask my brother. I loved camping in Girl Scouts and with my family, then my students. Being outdoors is the best thing for inspiration I think. Glad you had another trip with your son-nothing nicer! And I love that new ‘tent’!

      • Hmmm….that’s not the way I remember it…I don’t remember working very hard at all, it was just all fun, Fun, FUN! 🙂

      • 🙂
        Little Gray Wolf

        Begs to move
        A little faster –
        “We’ll be late.
        It isn’t fair!”

        Can’t believe
        It takes so long –
        “Dad, we’ll be
        The last ones there!”

        War-whoops off
        To catch the rest
        While I unpack
        In August sun.

        Across the field,
        Along the stream,
        He runs with braves
        Intent on fun.

        Hours later,
        Daylight fading,
        Flops beside me,
        “When do we eat?”

        Wolfing hot dogs
        Under stars,
        Yawning, nodding
        At my feet.

        Not too big
        To lift and carry,
        Not too old
        To hug him tight.

        Little Gray Wolf,
        Rambunctious boy,
        Snoring brave,
        My joy. Goodnight.

        © by David L. Harrison
        From Connecting Dots
        Boyds Mills Press, 2004

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