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Originally Posted by K-dog
I was thinking last night, looking at my infant son, that the day is not far distant when he will want to go camping. He will want to sleep out in the woods with the animals and the bugs, on a bed made of rocks and roots, in a sleeping bag that is always too hot or too cold. He will be excited to eat a poorly cooked dinner over an open campfire made of meat that has been in the danger zone too long and some type of burnt starch. He will wander around in the Utah mountains with others his own age who are equally senseless with regards to reasonable safety. If you haven't guessed it, I hate camping. I don't fish, I don't hunt, I don't hike, I don't cross country ski, I don't rock climb, I don't "boulder." I don't do any of these things because I find them boring, tedious, and uncomfortable. Now we come to my problem. I don't want to ruin any of these things for my son if he likes them. Invariably, I expect that will lead me to many of these, imo, useless and lame activities and I will have to portray a neutral countenance to prevent my dislike from tainting my son's opinions. Are there other dads out there who have faced this challenge and succeeded? Did you camp with your son? Did you find a way to enjoy it?
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Step 1: Pull the string.
Step 2: Admit to being a pussy.
How are you a pussy you ask? Because you place entirely too high a preference to creature comforts and you don't get either an adrenaline rush or an erection when you end the life of a living creature. Personally, I have admitted I prefer golfing more than hunting and like you I needed help to get the ol wife knocked up, but I still catch wood when I end another creature's mortal existence through the use of treble hooks or shotgun shells or .246 bullits.
Maybee we are both gay, but I don't live in the Avenues...
