Three day, 2 night solo Aux Aliment Du Pay camp
Oct 21, 2014 12:51:33 GMT -7
Post by Leifer on Oct 21, 2014 12:51:33 GMT -7
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The following is transcribed from my field journal. There are typos, misspellings and editings as there would be for transcriptions of other period journals. This entry is from a three day, 2 night Aux Aliments Du Pays in October of 2014
THURSDAY, OCTOBER 16th, 2014
WILD GRAPE AUX ALIMENTS DE PAYS
The last food I ate was about 8:30pm yesterday. This morning the only thing I have consumed has been water. By 10:30am today I was on the trail. Things were wet & misty out with cloud cover. It was about 50 deg. F.
By good providence I came across wild grapes. Amazingly there were still some that were still grapes & hadn’t turned into raisins yet. Considering this area has frozen a few times this was a great find & boost to morale. I would have something to eat today. I picked a bunch & put them in my blue check scarf & tied it to my braces. I picked both the grapes & the ones that had turned to raisins.
About an hour later I dropped my manty pack & began to pursue a quarry of pheasant I had stumbled upon. It seamed to not matter that I was trying to be slow & quiet while taking off the pack. I loaded my 1790s contract rifle with #4 shot & pursued the bird for several hours. I fired three times & slew no birds. At least I had the grapes. Tommorrow will be another chance. I backtracked & got my pack.
I came across the stream that is fed by a spring & crossed it. I found the clearing that I had found while scouting the area some months back & set up camp in a sheltered spot underneath some trees.
Taking my rifle with me I scouted the area more & found some pippins! A crab apple tree! They weren’t to tart. That’s now two food sources I can return to over the next two days if I can find nothing else. No signs of rabbit or squirrel. I did find some large cactus. A third food source.
Collected water from the stream in my lidded copper kettle & filtered it with a SAWYER filter. The water tastes good. I now have roughly a quart of water, not counting what is in my guord canteen.
I started collect wood for a fire. There is so much available dead fall that I really don’t need my axe. A half axe or large hatchet would have been sufficient & lighter. I don’t have one of those yet. One of those tear down buck saws would have been great to as they are smaller & lighter.
I pulled out my fire tin & retrieved a piece of char cloth & some strips of dry bark tinder I had collected earlier. Used a piece of flint & my oval fire steel hanging from my belt I quickly got a small fire going.
I opened up the scarf that held the grapes & began to pic the raisins off the bunches & put them into my tin cup until it was about a quarter full. I then filled the cup with water & sat it next to the coals to warm up. While I waited I slowly ate the small grapes off of the little bunches with my mouth. They tasted good & contain two seeds, which I ate as well, chewing them up finely. I also ate some of the pippins. The raisins reconstituted themselves well enough in the hot water. They now took up half the tin cup. The water was now purple & the hot diluted grape flavor water felt good as I drank It.
I built a small tripod over the fire & hung my pants on it to dry. Then my socks & mocs. When everything was dry got redressed & let the fire burn down to coals. I then pulled my rifle, bag & horn into my bedroll & hunkered down for the night. My gloves & extra shirt I used for a pillow.
FRIDAY, OCTOBER 17th, 2014
WILD GRAPE AUX ALIMENTS DU PAYS
It got down to 38 deg. F lastnight. Was nice & warm & comfortable. I would wake up roughly every hour to the sound of animals. I was able to identify the sounds of: dogs, coyotes, owls, birds, deer & even a feral cat. The coyotes woke me up three times. They got within an 1/8th to ¼ mile of me. #4 shot loaded in the rifle & only needed the pan primed to be put to use. I know I was most likely safe, however, when you are alone your mind can have a tendancy of running wild. Throughout the night I would end up playing my jaw harp, singing loudly “Over the Hills and Far Away”, “The Regular Army O” & “God’s Own Child I Gladly Say It” as well as spending many moments in conversation with my creator asking for protection, peace of mind & bravery if I should need it. I awoke again at early dawn, it just starting to get light. I said one final prayer & slept soundly for several straight hours.
I awoke to sunshine! Such a happy change from yesterday! I ate a several small bunches of the wild grapes & some pippins. I really haven’t been eating all that much & seem to be doing well thus far.
I decided to scout the area more to try to draw a crude map of the are & the places I had been. I found a downed willow & was able to cross the stream without getting my feet wet. I picked another batch of pippins & put them into my blue scarf tied onto my braces. I ate some while I walked. The area is pretty with the fall colors. Took several shots at pheasants but they eluded me. Finally I got one! However, it landed on the other side of the water so I hat to backtrack to be able to cross it. I searched for half an hour or so & could not find him. Did he float down stream? Was he only winged & hobbled away while I made my way to the other side? I’ll never know.
Mid afternoon I made my way back to camp to drink some water. After I drank my fill I grabbed the lidded copper kettle & the SAWYER & filtered another canteen full of water.
I scouted more of the area for my map.
When I made it back to camp I gathered additional wood & started a fire to make another cup of hot grape tea for supper. I put the remainder of my wild raisins into my tin cup, filled it with water & set it next to the coals to simmer.
I decided to see what kind of a spread & pattern my rifle was doing with the #4 shot I was using by firing at the trunk of a dead tree. After I fired I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. At the top of the hill, not one hundred yards from me a coyote darted, stopped & looked at me & sauntered away. “Ok,” I said out loud, “time to evade the enemy.” I pulled my tea off to the side of my gear to let it cool & grabbed my kettle. If I acted now, within forty-five minutes I could pack my camp, douse the fire & be a mile down the trail.
After several trips to the stream with my kettle had my fire thoroughly saturated. I quickly packed my gear, downed my tea, mantied the pack, loaded my rifle, donned my pack & was down the trail.
It can be an eerie thing, headed down the trail, it almost dark, trying to make as little noise as possible. While I rather have a confrontation with coyotes than biped pursuers angered by my presence, I’d rather have no confrontation at all.
It was dark when I finally stopped about a mile from my previous camp. I found a low hanging tree & made my bed under its branches. Looking up at the sky & seeing the stars shining brightly, I had a good idea tonight was going to be a lot colder. At this point I was sweaty pretty good & my hair was drenched. I quickly got my bedding sorted & tore off my shirt. I dried my hair as best I could & wiped myself down. I stood in the cold for several minutes trying to air dry off before I put on a dry shirt & fresh dry socks. I aly on top of my bedding until the cold was too uncomfortable & then crawled into my bedding, rifle beside me, only needing to be primed to be put to use.
SATURDAY, OCTOBER 18, 2014
WILD GRAPE AUX ALIMENTS DE PAYS
After a long while I finally fell asleep lastnight. While I was feeling more secure in my hidden location I did not fair any better for sleep in comparison to the previous night. About once an hour or so I would wake up. The wind blew off & on all night. It was noticeably colder & the fact I had began to sweat on my evasive hike lastnight had not aided things. It got down to 29 deg. F.
I got up at early dawn & donned my capote & mittens. I was glad I had brought them. I headed off on last time to hunt & scout the area.
The birds eluded me again. Sever times geese flew overhead, & I think I may have had an honest chance, however, I did not have a stamp for geese.
I came across a large bird on the ground. It was a hawk. Yesterday I heard shot gun shots from this area. Had they accidentally shot him? Was he in the wrong place at the wrong time? It couldn’t have been there more than a day.
Came across sign of beaver activity. Two dams across the stream, slides & a possible castor mound. Didn’t see the beaver.
While on the trail I discovered there was a person on a horse with two dogs. Maybe I could avoid interaction. About the time I decided to step off the trail & into cover to avoid being detected the rider turned the horse & started coming at me. I figured I may as well continue on down the trail at this point instead of possibly creating a negative situation. When the dogs got closer I stopped & took a knee & held my hand out. I made sure that the muzzle of my rifle was pointed behind me as it rested on my knee. When the rider, a woman, got close enough I stood, began to walk again & said, “Looks like today is much nicer than a few days ago.” The rider responded with,”Yep. Today is gorgeous.” As we passed each other by the encounter ended. I wan’t sure how anyone would react to seeing me, dressed as I was & was glad I caused no apparent alarm.
Mid morning I stopped & picked more pippins the last I would have on this trip. I ate them while I continued to scout & enjoy the scenery, knowing my time here was about done.
I ventured down into the lowlands & followed a canal that went through a friends farm land. There were a group of men working on a garage. I attempted to avoid detection initially, but decided I would follow the canal the whole way down before I head back to pack up camp. I difiniately caught those poor boys off guard. “What the hell is that?” I heard one of the men ask followed by conversation I couldn’t discern.
I kicked up some pheasants along the canal. When I reached the end I returned back to my camp where I packed my gear & then returned to my vehicle. It was a good experience. I fared well enough. I should have drank more water thant what I did. I was feeling weak from the sleep deprivation but good enough to make it home safely. I am proud of how things went overall. I would do some things differently next time, however, I survived. Which is good. I wouldn’t have to worry about my wife killing me for dying on her out in the woods.
-- Leifer
The following is transcribed from my field journal. There are typos, misspellings and editings as there would be for transcriptions of other period journals. This entry is from a three day, 2 night Aux Aliments Du Pays in October of 2014
THURSDAY, OCTOBER 16th, 2014
WILD GRAPE AUX ALIMENTS DE PAYS
The last food I ate was about 8:30pm yesterday. This morning the only thing I have consumed has been water. By 10:30am today I was on the trail. Things were wet & misty out with cloud cover. It was about 50 deg. F.
By good providence I came across wild grapes. Amazingly there were still some that were still grapes & hadn’t turned into raisins yet. Considering this area has frozen a few times this was a great find & boost to morale. I would have something to eat today. I picked a bunch & put them in my blue check scarf & tied it to my braces. I picked both the grapes & the ones that had turned to raisins.
About an hour later I dropped my manty pack & began to pursue a quarry of pheasant I had stumbled upon. It seamed to not matter that I was trying to be slow & quiet while taking off the pack. I loaded my 1790s contract rifle with #4 shot & pursued the bird for several hours. I fired three times & slew no birds. At least I had the grapes. Tommorrow will be another chance. I backtracked & got my pack.
I came across the stream that is fed by a spring & crossed it. I found the clearing that I had found while scouting the area some months back & set up camp in a sheltered spot underneath some trees.
Taking my rifle with me I scouted the area more & found some pippins! A crab apple tree! They weren’t to tart. That’s now two food sources I can return to over the next two days if I can find nothing else. No signs of rabbit or squirrel. I did find some large cactus. A third food source.
Collected water from the stream in my lidded copper kettle & filtered it with a SAWYER filter. The water tastes good. I now have roughly a quart of water, not counting what is in my guord canteen.
I started collect wood for a fire. There is so much available dead fall that I really don’t need my axe. A half axe or large hatchet would have been sufficient & lighter. I don’t have one of those yet. One of those tear down buck saws would have been great to as they are smaller & lighter.
I pulled out my fire tin & retrieved a piece of char cloth & some strips of dry bark tinder I had collected earlier. Used a piece of flint & my oval fire steel hanging from my belt I quickly got a small fire going.
I opened up the scarf that held the grapes & began to pic the raisins off the bunches & put them into my tin cup until it was about a quarter full. I then filled the cup with water & sat it next to the coals to warm up. While I waited I slowly ate the small grapes off of the little bunches with my mouth. They tasted good & contain two seeds, which I ate as well, chewing them up finely. I also ate some of the pippins. The raisins reconstituted themselves well enough in the hot water. They now took up half the tin cup. The water was now purple & the hot diluted grape flavor water felt good as I drank It.
I built a small tripod over the fire & hung my pants on it to dry. Then my socks & mocs. When everything was dry got redressed & let the fire burn down to coals. I then pulled my rifle, bag & horn into my bedroll & hunkered down for the night. My gloves & extra shirt I used for a pillow.
FRIDAY, OCTOBER 17th, 2014
WILD GRAPE AUX ALIMENTS DU PAYS
It got down to 38 deg. F lastnight. Was nice & warm & comfortable. I would wake up roughly every hour to the sound of animals. I was able to identify the sounds of: dogs, coyotes, owls, birds, deer & even a feral cat. The coyotes woke me up three times. They got within an 1/8th to ¼ mile of me. #4 shot loaded in the rifle & only needed the pan primed to be put to use. I know I was most likely safe, however, when you are alone your mind can have a tendancy of running wild. Throughout the night I would end up playing my jaw harp, singing loudly “Over the Hills and Far Away”, “The Regular Army O” & “God’s Own Child I Gladly Say It” as well as spending many moments in conversation with my creator asking for protection, peace of mind & bravery if I should need it. I awoke again at early dawn, it just starting to get light. I said one final prayer & slept soundly for several straight hours.
I awoke to sunshine! Such a happy change from yesterday! I ate a several small bunches of the wild grapes & some pippins. I really haven’t been eating all that much & seem to be doing well thus far.
I decided to scout the area more to try to draw a crude map of the are & the places I had been. I found a downed willow & was able to cross the stream without getting my feet wet. I picked another batch of pippins & put them into my blue scarf tied onto my braces. I ate some while I walked. The area is pretty with the fall colors. Took several shots at pheasants but they eluded me. Finally I got one! However, it landed on the other side of the water so I hat to backtrack to be able to cross it. I searched for half an hour or so & could not find him. Did he float down stream? Was he only winged & hobbled away while I made my way to the other side? I’ll never know.
Mid afternoon I made my way back to camp to drink some water. After I drank my fill I grabbed the lidded copper kettle & the SAWYER & filtered another canteen full of water.
I scouted more of the area for my map.
When I made it back to camp I gathered additional wood & started a fire to make another cup of hot grape tea for supper. I put the remainder of my wild raisins into my tin cup, filled it with water & set it next to the coals to simmer.
I decided to see what kind of a spread & pattern my rifle was doing with the #4 shot I was using by firing at the trunk of a dead tree. After I fired I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. At the top of the hill, not one hundred yards from me a coyote darted, stopped & looked at me & sauntered away. “Ok,” I said out loud, “time to evade the enemy.” I pulled my tea off to the side of my gear to let it cool & grabbed my kettle. If I acted now, within forty-five minutes I could pack my camp, douse the fire & be a mile down the trail.
After several trips to the stream with my kettle had my fire thoroughly saturated. I quickly packed my gear, downed my tea, mantied the pack, loaded my rifle, donned my pack & was down the trail.
It can be an eerie thing, headed down the trail, it almost dark, trying to make as little noise as possible. While I rather have a confrontation with coyotes than biped pursuers angered by my presence, I’d rather have no confrontation at all.
It was dark when I finally stopped about a mile from my previous camp. I found a low hanging tree & made my bed under its branches. Looking up at the sky & seeing the stars shining brightly, I had a good idea tonight was going to be a lot colder. At this point I was sweaty pretty good & my hair was drenched. I quickly got my bedding sorted & tore off my shirt. I dried my hair as best I could & wiped myself down. I stood in the cold for several minutes trying to air dry off before I put on a dry shirt & fresh dry socks. I aly on top of my bedding until the cold was too uncomfortable & then crawled into my bedding, rifle beside me, only needing to be primed to be put to use.
SATURDAY, OCTOBER 18, 2014
WILD GRAPE AUX ALIMENTS DE PAYS
After a long while I finally fell asleep lastnight. While I was feeling more secure in my hidden location I did not fair any better for sleep in comparison to the previous night. About once an hour or so I would wake up. The wind blew off & on all night. It was noticeably colder & the fact I had began to sweat on my evasive hike lastnight had not aided things. It got down to 29 deg. F.
I got up at early dawn & donned my capote & mittens. I was glad I had brought them. I headed off on last time to hunt & scout the area.
The birds eluded me again. Sever times geese flew overhead, & I think I may have had an honest chance, however, I did not have a stamp for geese.
I came across a large bird on the ground. It was a hawk. Yesterday I heard shot gun shots from this area. Had they accidentally shot him? Was he in the wrong place at the wrong time? It couldn’t have been there more than a day.
Came across sign of beaver activity. Two dams across the stream, slides & a possible castor mound. Didn’t see the beaver.
While on the trail I discovered there was a person on a horse with two dogs. Maybe I could avoid interaction. About the time I decided to step off the trail & into cover to avoid being detected the rider turned the horse & started coming at me. I figured I may as well continue on down the trail at this point instead of possibly creating a negative situation. When the dogs got closer I stopped & took a knee & held my hand out. I made sure that the muzzle of my rifle was pointed behind me as it rested on my knee. When the rider, a woman, got close enough I stood, began to walk again & said, “Looks like today is much nicer than a few days ago.” The rider responded with,”Yep. Today is gorgeous.” As we passed each other by the encounter ended. I wan’t sure how anyone would react to seeing me, dressed as I was & was glad I caused no apparent alarm.
Mid morning I stopped & picked more pippins the last I would have on this trip. I ate them while I continued to scout & enjoy the scenery, knowing my time here was about done.
I ventured down into the lowlands & followed a canal that went through a friends farm land. There were a group of men working on a garage. I attempted to avoid detection initially, but decided I would follow the canal the whole way down before I head back to pack up camp. I difiniately caught those poor boys off guard. “What the hell is that?” I heard one of the men ask followed by conversation I couldn’t discern.
I kicked up some pheasants along the canal. When I reached the end I returned back to my camp where I packed my gear & then returned to my vehicle. It was a good experience. I fared well enough. I should have drank more water thant what I did. I was feeling weak from the sleep deprivation but good enough to make it home safely. I am proud of how things went overall. I would do some things differently next time, however, I survived. Which is good. I wouldn’t have to worry about my wife killing me for dying on her out in the woods.
-- Leifer
