I remember family Bar B Ques out in the forest preserves near our home as a kid. I had an Uncle who took me and one of my cousins out in the woods hiking after my father had passed. It was a special time for me. I always enjoyed being out in the woods, I had another uncle who took us camping a few times with our cousins. Again, special times! Then it happened...I joined the Army, I remember the recruiter saying "Son...you like camping, how about guns...you like them too...well...have I got a place for you!!! Spent the next 11 years carrying my house on my back, spent way too much time giving my weapon that special attention morning, noon, and night. Camping you say? Well, if you call living in the field without a fire, good cigar, cold drinks and conducting all your conversations in a whisper camping...well ya, I camped, The Army way! Up before dawn at the ready, then walk all day as we conducted training. I had an old Paratrooper from the 82nd Airborne who was my platoon sergeant tell me, "you know what I'm going to do when I retire?" "I'm going to go in the woods, build a fire, drink beer, smoke a whole carton of cigarettes throughout the night and yell my ass off", then sleep in till the crack of noon!!! I'm following his lead...they always said Airborne leads the way!...or was that the Rangers...aw who cares, I'm going to the woods!