Wednesday, Jul 18, 2012 at 12:24
People have this romantic vision of "sleeping under the stars".....sorry I don't get it, never have.
In many other countries people simply would not entertain it.
In Australia we have lulled into a false sence of security because we have so very few large agressive predators.
Make no mistake dingoes and other wild dogs can be very dangerous under certain circumstances....they are very inteligent wild animals and have absolutly no notion of morals or right and wrong....and they are sneaky...realy sneaky
If a
dingo is hungy enough and or it sees a situation that it can get the better of, it will atack humans...perhaps not a full grown healthy adult walking upright...but certainly a child or an injured and helpless adult on the ground.
In some pleces thay have grown very bold and have no fear of humans whatsoever.
Sure the story was a bit over stated but to say that dingoes are no threat is just foolishness.
Then there are all sorts of other animal threats that people do not take serioulsy.
Pigs, crocks, wild domestic dogs, snakes and all sorts of things the creep and crawl.
Even getting bitten by a misquito in many parts of Australia can bring a world of suffering.......If you've copped a dose of Denguie, Barmah Forest or any of the related arboviruses you'll know whet I am talking about..
I'd sleep on the ground in the open if I had to, but I'd rather be off the ground and or inside a tent......better still in the back of my truck where I am almost as comfortable as I am at
home in my own bed.
One of the funniest things I ever heard of, years ago, a group of us where sleeping on some friends property....like about 20 of us......me, I was sleeping IN A TENT...quite a few otheres where sleeping arround the fire......
Stevo woke from pre-dawn, dew covered sleep in pain, as he came too he traced this pain to his arm, progressing into being fully awake, it became obvious that this pain was comming from his hand.......and his hand would not move.......as his bleary eyes cleared, the reason became obvious.......there was a horse standing on it.
Now this horse knew exactly what it was doing......IF it had put all its weight on that hoof, Stevo's hand would have been a mess of broken bones.
Horses are curious creatures and do have a sence of humour.......I thaught it was very funny.
Sleep under the stars.......only if I have to.
cheers
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Follow Up By: Bazooka - Wednesday, Jul 18, 2012 at 17:21
Wednesday, Jul 18, 2012 at 17:21
Sleeping under the stars is great Bantam, although it can have some drawbacks as you say. Some (many) years back I went on a 2 day bushwalk with a mate and his German Shepherd 'Sam' in the mountains. We slept in sleeping bags on top of those thin closed-cell foam mats which were all the go at the time. This particular night we camped in a nice
clearing with a bit of grass. The ground was soft and there had been pig rooting in some areas - which we noticed but weren't concerned about. After all, we had Sam to look after us. Middle of the night I woke up with a start when a cold nose rubbed against my face. Must have been dreaming about wild pigs I got such a fright, but of course it was just Sam checking I was okay (a habit of his apparently).
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Follow Up By: The Bantam - Wednesday, Jul 18, 2012 at 18:39
Wednesday, Jul 18, 2012 at 18:39
bcak when I was in scouts, sleeping in Jamboree tents, one of the other patrolls had not been as keen as they should have been lacing up the tent flaps.
These boys woke up to find a cow with its whole head in the tent......probably been there a while....we reconed its nose was cold and in the tent was warm.
cheers
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Follow Up By: Member - Scott M (NSW) - Wednesday, Jul 18, 2012 at 21:35
Wednesday, Jul 18, 2012 at 21:35
Best laid plans of mice & men....
Back in the A-Res days hunkered down in a Platoon night perimeter way back of
Singleton somewhere - dozen or so hoochies low to the ground - perimeter posts all set for possible contact drills - got it all sorted right?
Nope - nothing you can do about a mob of spooked Roos coming through at about 2 in the morning tripping and somersaulting over tie-ropes & hoochies - still amazes me to this day no-one got seriously hurt .... some of the tents looked like they'd been run through an industrial shredder.
Cured me of any desire to
camp in the open.
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Follow Up By: Member - eighty matey - Wednesday, Jul 18, 2012 at 23:36
Wednesday, Jul 18, 2012 at 23:36
Most of my sleeping in the open memories involved a large amount of alcohol being consumed leading up to them.
The most confusing was waking up in the middle of a herd of Fresians just after dawn, with a sleeping bag wrapped around my head. A bottle of tequila preceded this.
The worst part was trying to find where the house was.....
If a
dingo had seen me he would have kept going.
Steve
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