RE: [Hammock Camping] My coldest night in a Hammock yet...and I survived!
Great story Rat! Thanks for sharing. Having also struggled with the late night trips to the head in the cold, I’ve switched to a pee bottle. Life in my hammock is a lot better now! I use a short-height, large-mouth powdered juice drink jar, like Gatorade comes in. I empty it after each use—easy with my top-entry Speer Hammock without the need for me to get up. As you can imagine, extra care is required to prevent accidental spills, but once pass the learning stage, my pee bottle has been working great—this is definitely something to be tried at home before venturing far a field. So far, the ladies haven’t been able to solve this problem as easily as us guys—much to Karen’s dismay. We’ve discussed pee bottles on the list before and I know many others use them as well, so maybe they will share their wisdom again….Ed
From: Rat [mailto:hogn8r2004@...]
Sent: Monday, February 07, 2005 4:29 AM
Subject: [Hammock Camping] My coldest night in a Hammock yet...and I survived!
When I went home on R&R this time we had scheduled a pretty big hog
hunt at Lake Granger ( Texas ). Lake Grange is my "testing grounds"
for all things backpacking. Since we boat in to our primative camp
site it is easy to take the new homemade/lightweight gear and also
the old tried and true to fall back on if I need it. Granger is far
enough away from home so I don't just "go to the house" if things
get bad, I am forced to find a solution. If things get REALLY bad
the truck, and heater, is just short boat ride away. I have never
had to use that as an out though!
My Hammock gear was "Old School", two closed cell foam pads (Target)
one with a shiny car window thingy glued to it. A military sleeping
bag (synthetic) mummy style, wool blend longjohns, wool blend socks
and a knit balaclava. My hammock is the HH Exped Asym with the stock
I wanted to build a new tarp and some quilts but I just didn't have
the time. Those will hafta wait until May, when I get home for good.
20 Feb was a nice night, low of about 40 deg. I put the two pads in
the hammock, staggared, with about ten or so inches of pad
overlaping in the middle. First night was great with longjohns,
socks and no balaclava. Actually kinda warm. I don't have a problem
with the pads slipping out from under me, I am a pretty sound
sleeper. I am also a warm sleeper.
21 Feb was a bit cooler but not much maybe 35 deg, and I slept nice
and warm again. We had killed a nice pig that day and roasted him,
whole, over the campfire. So I was, to put it lightly, full.
Actually I felt more like an engorged tick, but I slept like a rock!
The fare that evening was roasted pig, baked potatos, fresh
vegetables, and a plethora of breads. One of the guys I bowhunt with
is a Vegan, so we always have fresh breads and veggies on our
outings. And yes, he is a vegan bowhunter, and no, he doesn't hunt
22 Feb At about midday the weather has taken a decidedly nasty turn.
No rain but the winds have picked up and turned downright cold! We
had a few of the local Game Wardens give us a visit about noon. They
commented, after seeing my hammock, that the temps for the night
were going to be in the mid 20's. After assuring them I was
prepared, they replied, "Well, you know bridges freeze first", to
which I reponded, "None of the bridges I know of are insulated",
they left with only semi worried expressions, and maybe a little
I need to interject here that one of the hunters on this trip GAVE
me a down sleeping bag. I have never owned a down sleeping bag.
Mostly because I am terrified of getting it wet and not being able
to stay warm, but also because I am cheap. Anyway, after telling a
story of how he came about six of these bags for fifteen dollars at
a yard sale, I blurted the customary exclamations and asked politely
if he would consider selling me one. I told him my intention was to
use the down to build and under/over quilt set for my hammock. He
said he had two with him and he would just GIVE me one! So away we
go in the boat, to his truck, to get the freebie bag. If you are
reading this Restless, Thanks again Bro! I have no idea what the
temp rating is on this thing, it is an old military mummy style bag,
it is huge and heavy. Did I also mention it had a few holes in it?
By the time I exited the Hammock in the morning it looked like I had
molested a duck in there. Feathers were everywhere, mouth, ears,
eyes all over everything. I have come to the conclusion that
feathers are negativly charged and nylon is positivly charged,
ridding the hammock of feathers was insanely hard.
With my new-to-me down bag I crawled into my HH for a night of
blissful slumber. I actually looked at my thermometer one time, it
read 22 deg, my coldest night! I was perectly warm, although I had
to add a pair of socks and my balaclava. I had taken with me into
the hammcok a pair of insulated coveralls (I use them for the boat
rides, they are not part of my regular winter base), I only used
them as a pillow. However, around 0430 I had to make a head call. I
was really dreading going out into the cold, so I decided to put on
my coveralls before I exited the hammock. First of all let me add my
disclaimer, I am NOT a morning person, I don't think very clearly, I
am grumpy, non-sociable and all around disconnected with the world
for hours after I wake up. So anyway, I had this genius idea to put
on my coveralls in this sleep induced state of delusion. After the
first set of arial acrobatics I realised this was probably not a
wise idea, however, I had managed to get my legs in the proper
holes. Rationalizing that I was half way there, I decided to press
on. Did I mention that I'm not very rational in the morning? Trying
to press your bottom off of the hammock and slide the coveralls on,
all the while fighting the two pads, sleeping bag, varous
flashlights and water bottles was nothing short of miraculous, if
not hilarious. I am just glad my campmates were fast asleep. I
actually got a rope burn on the side of my head from the ridgeline
during the madness! But, alas, I had won. The coveralls were on and
zipped up. So out I slid, visited the head and wandered back to the
hammcok. However, after all the physical exertion I found my heart
rate was up, I was slightly sweating and I was mysteriously alert. I
decided I could not fall back into my blissful slumber, so I stirred
the coals and put on coffee. It was my first sunrise in a very long
time, all alone on the banks of the San Gabriel River . I vowed to
see more of them, but next time I will just set the alarm clock!
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> I have to know the story behind this name.
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conventions of any 'reality' outside of the narrow confines of his
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Rowan & Martin's Laugh-In
First Show 1968
Last Show 1973
Slot Day Monday
Slot Time 8 pm
(And now you know where the name Pedantus comes from...:)
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