It is the eve before my son’s firstday at summer camp. I get to drive him there and drop him off and drive away anxiously as he spends his week learning and playing with other scouts his age. I think that I may be more concerned than he is. As we were getting him ready, I made sure that he had his scouting 10 outdoor essentials, his webelos manual and some bacon jerky Incase he needed an extra snack. All I can think of is if he will be ok being at a strange camp by by himself (without a familiar grown up). Then the paranoia set in followed by all the what ifs. What if he wanders off and gets lost in the wilderness. What if he comes across a bear. What if there is a forest fire. There isn’t much more to write other than as every parent eventually does, I will have to let go and trust that my son can handle himself and take one more step closer to manhood by learning to be independent. With a prayer and a hopeful heart I wish my best Bud a day filled with joy and learning at Camp.
Pinewood Derby, inspiring obsession and madness in fathers for 60 years
It has been 5 months since I have posted anything. Since the my family has welcomed a new baby and he has in turn welcomed us with sleepless nights, piles of diapers and a smile that never fails to melt our hearts. Our 9 year old has turned out to be one of the best big brothers ever. He is constantly looking out for his baby brother and offering to help with bottles and diapers
Both my wife and I are back to work. God bless retired grandparents. They watch the baby and help out with the older son. I guess familial bliss doesn’t lend itself to much adventure. To make this intersting ill end this with Luco Brazzi’s famous quote from the God Father: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=OgZ60tcT17s&desktop_uri=%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DOgZ60tcT17s
Standby for more adventure such as:
The Cubscouts and the trebuchet
learning weld from youtube
midlife crisis as viewed from a motorcycle
Wanna make 5 Dollars the hardway?
July 1, 2013AM 8:56
Skip ahead to the good part. Delivery went smoothly, wife did great. Best of all, our new baby is enormous. 9lb 1oz. He’s got a set of lungs on him that rival the scream from the singer of an 80s glam metal band.
The manlydad adventure continue…with diapers!!!
July 1, 2013 7:25AM
Doctors just scrubbed in and I am waiting to be brought in for the birth of little
Dequan, Chuck, Rigoberto
July 1, 2013 7:02AM
It’s go time
July 1, 2013 5:41AM
Bleary eyed and exhausted after less than 2 hours sleep we are checked in at the hospital. Almost ready to welcome little
Cornelius, Kanye , Jethro into the world.
July 1, 2013 2:32AM
It’s either the excitement or insomnia. Regardless of what it is it sucks. I have to be up in 2 hours and have not slept a wink. 3 hours until we are due at the hospital and 5 hours until I meet my new son.
Here is my strategy for staying awake later this morning:
June 30th 2013 11:59PM
Here is the play by play blog of the birth of baby <insert first name here> Right now my wife is resting and getting ready for a scheduled c-section in the morning. So far the doctor’s instructions are no more food after midnight. The first thought that comes to mind is…”am I married to a mogwai?”
“And will she turn into a gremlin if I feed her after midnight.”
As I am sitting on -3 day before my new son is born I am left to contemplate so many things.
First of all, its been 8 3/4 years since I have had to deal with a newborn. The things that come to mind are how did the first one turn out so great considering I was a wreck. My only inspiration of fatherhood was Adam Sandler’s movie Big Daddy. If you haven’t seen the movie, here is a summary of the plot. An unemployed man-child pretends to be his roommate to adopt a child to try to get his cheating girlfriend to not leave him. In the process, he learns to grow up and eventually becomes a productive member of society. I am not sure if my story is the same but I do still act like a 12 year old man-child. I mean, for goodness sakes my 8 year old and I crack up at armpit farts and I am almost 40.
Secondly, my first son and I were ready to start adventuring like big kids. I bought an off road vehicle, collected an impressive collection of fishing lures for every type of fresh water fish, and I taught him how to swear. Ok, maybe not the last one.
Lastly, we are almost at the moment when the new edition to our family breathes his first breath and cries his first cry. All I can think of is how proud I am of my wife for toughing out the past 9 months and the pride I have in my son who is so excited to be a big brother.
I leave this post with the 2 occasions when a man is allowed to cry. When his dog dies and when his child is born. (I also hear that if it’s your party you can also cry if you want to)
This is the ultimate form of cooking. It involves a hole in the ground, fire and a whole animal.
Ok so the last post was nonsense but we are getting more serious about our manhood here.
One thing that every man needs is his own work shop. Any man worth his salt has a set of power tools that can build beautiful wooden furniture or horribly disfigure some fingers if not wielded correctly.
Here is the first feature tool in our weekly series. The scroll saw.
Categories: Gear, Reviews
I dunno what to say about this. It’s pretty awesome.
Another Saturday spent at home an due to budgetary restrictions, we had to cancel a trip to Pismo beach to race dune buggies.
I lieu of Camping and dune buggies I decided to add some awesome to the family car.
Here is what it looked like in the beginning.
I found this stuff called plastidip. It is similar to spray paint except it dries into a layer of rubber sheeting that is completely removable incase you change your mind. Best if all it does not hurt the paint.
The package said it was good for making a bug bra, racing stripe or complete covering.
On to the Saturday morning adventure. Warning! Wear a respirator. I got good case of dizziness and euphoria from the fumes. However I think the euphoria comes from brain damage (google huffing paint).
I’m pretty happy with the result. It is even in my sons favorite color, green. Blacking out the rims added an extra level of badassness to the project.
Not a bad way to spend a Saturday morning.
Even though it is not common to see men walk around with hunting knives strapped to their hips I am still a firm believer that a knife is one of those tools that is a part of being a man (or really tough woman).
My dad gave me my first swiss army knife when I was 12. It was a knock off but I still treasured it. It was walking tool kit in my pocket. A symbol that I was responsible enough to carry it and not hurt myself. I gave that same knife to my son on our second camping trip together. He was a little young and he still didn’t use it with out my supervision, but it still meant the world to him that I gave him my very first pocket knife.
Nowadays I carry something less ornate that also complies with our local laws (no knives with blades over 3″ in length). Most of the time it is put to use cutting open boxes that I receive from Amazon, but it does make me feel like that same kid with the tool box in my pocket. It has served me well in emergencies as well as around the campfire. My everyday carry knife is the Tool Logic SLPB2 Tactical Folding 1/2 Serrated Knife Check it out here :http://amzn.to/15k82It
There are those times when you are out in the wild and you need something that is a little more capable. That is when I call upon my Ka-bar Becker BK7 http://amzn.to/YSVLrA
It is a direct decendant of the Marine corps Ka-bar knife my grandfather carried in WWII. This knife can skin a deer as well as chop down a tree and is enough knife to make crocodile Dundee jealous.
picture courtesy of blade forums
Here is Ka-Bar’s latest testimonial about their knives. Kinda makes you wanna grow a beard and then shave it with a freshly sharpened Ka-Bar. Hoo-rah!!!
Categories: Gear, Random Kick@ss Stuff, Reviews
Tags: awesome, badass, Becker bk-7, bush craft, EDC, Ka-Bar, kids, knife, right of passage, swiss army, tactical, tradition