While camping on the Blue Ridge I happened into this wonderful site and after finally figuring out the trick to my rainfly, I decided to try to make a fire. Try is the key word here because I didn't have matches or lighter. So being the boyscout that I am I got up my knife ... I considered the chances pretty slim and after only managing to get the sticks a little warm and darkness setting in I gave up. Anyone have any tips for next time?
Mothers never stop. At one point my camp neighbor, an older gentleman, came over to offer me some matches. We compared some boyscout stories - he had tried to do what I was doing, I on the other hand was handed two matches and some pocket lint at scout camp. Of course he was only came over offering help because of his wife. I can imagine that she thought that I was some poor man that was going to freeze to death, because I had too much pride to ask for matches and her husband wasn't going to come see if I needed help.
REI and buy a cheap flint ;)
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