The Philosophy Of Bushcraft
I frequently camp with groups of people via the Meetup app.
There are several active groups in the Dallas/Fort Worth metro area. And with 80 state parks, there are plenty of places to visit.
One time we went on a group campout to Cleburne State Park located an hour south of Dallas.
Cleburne is my favorite park because it has the widest variety of activities to do within an hour of Dallas. If you want to hike or fish or swim or paddle your kayak, they are all possible.
And even with the hiking, there is a wide range of trails from a simple flat walk to one with some elevation.
On one of our Cleburne trips, a new person came. I'll call him Bob.
Bob was a divorced dad who was so eager to show how macho he was, he insisted we go on a night hike.
I went with the group and intentionally trailed behind the group to pick up stragglers. I was the only one carrying a map of the park and had captured the compass heading to the trailhead.
An hour into the trail, I heard a rustling, Bob screamed and started running towards me. The entire group came running towards me, as I ran towards the sound.
I heard a small bell as a wandering housecat dashed into the woods.
You do not need to become Bear Grylls to enjoy the outdoors nor must you learn a single bushcraft skill.
In this article, I am going to share my philosophy about bushcraft.
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