I'll start
Mostly my dad but also ted k, chris mccandless, dick proenneke, and various youtubers (yes I'm a zoomer, frick off)
I'll start
Mostly my dad but also ted k, chris mccandless, dick proenneke, and various youtubers (yes I'm a zoomer, frick off)
myself
>PrepHole
>Iowa
It's almost amusing.
family farming is hard-mode PrepHole-mode
Hard mode PrepHole is mountaineering. If I wanted to larp as a poor person I'd just go shit up homeless fantasy threads instead of be a farmer.
>homeless fantasy threads
PrepHole really do be like that
It be like that every. Single. Day.
dont fall c**t
j. muir, h.d. thoreau, r.w. emerson, e. abbey
forgot about a. leopold
chris mccandless did most things wrong and died an entirely preventable and stupid death. its fine to be into his story but please dont try to replicate any of his methods
I think what draws people to McCandless is that he got something many of us want and desire: independence, adventure, and a purpose to live. He had within him the same youthful and pioneering spirit of our forefathers. He reminds me of myself as a young man: stubborn, rebellious, opinionated, naïve, restless. I think there exists (or did exist) a Chris McCandless in all of us.
>I think what draws people to McCandless is that he got something many of us want and desire: independence, adventure, and a purpose to live.
He got a fourth thing many of us also want and desire: the sweet release of death.
Projection is no doubt why so many PrepHoleists believe he went seeking his own death; and honestly, enjoying nature is the most based way to court a death wish.
Memes aside, wouldn't disagree with you there. I'd rather die a dignifying death like being mauled by a brown bear or something than expire on a hospital bed.
My father.
He was a (literally) world-class fly fisherman, and fly tier, and a fair bird hunter; he took me PrepHole fishing quite often while I was growing up. He approached the sport intellectually, and had glass bookcases filled with books about fishing, outdoorsmanship, conservation, ichthyology, entomology, and so on.
He started fishing in the 1950s. He'd be 72 today if he were still alive, died in 2010.
My greatest regret is that I never developed a real, personal interest in fishing while he was still alive, because that's something I'll now never be able to share with him.
My greatest legacy from him are the sets of fishing fly earrings he tied for my mother, which I'll inherit from her. I have many of his rods, reels, lures, even his first rusting steel tackle box from the 1950s, but his soul is in the flies. Most were sold at auction by his 3rd wife when he died... never said he was perfect.
Pic related, a hiking staff I recently made (not quite finished in the pic) from a branch he set aside 15 years ago and a fly he tied.
I never liked fly fishing. Father does it all the time, the hikes into Brown's Canyon along railroad tracks. The constant stops on the highway because a certian spot "looks like it got some fish!"
Think I'll get over my pride and start going with him again
>I never liked fly fishing. Father does it all the time, the hikes into Brown's Canyon along railroad tracks. The constant stops on the highway because a certian spot "looks like it got some fish!"
>Think I'll get over my pride and start going with him again
That would be very, very wise.
Either way, you'll get to spend time with your father. If you don't ever develop your own interest in fly fishing, you'll still have your memories of the time you spent with him.
But if you do come to enjoy fly fishing, especially if that occurs after he dies (which is what happened to me), then you have infinitely priceless memories.
There are no memories nor treasures on Earth like those of a son engaging in outdoorsmanship with his father. Mongolian Khans no doubt reflected often on memories of hawking with their fathers on the steppes, while English kings thought back fondly on hunting stag and boar with their fathers.
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much of my family was military and has always enjoyed the outdoors. i was a boy scout as a kid, and my family took us camping often enough. grandad gifted me a swiss army knife when i was about 10, with the intention that i go PrepHole there with it. thats pretty much it.
Some guy I met when I was 19. He was a 26 year old veteran who used his GI bill to get an outdoor recreation degree then fricked off to trim weed and go on cool backpacking and motorcycle trips. We took acid together and I realized he was the coolest motherfricker I had ever met so I went and bought a backpack and sleeping bag. Had always been into camping because my dad is based but this guy really made me realize you can just stop giving a frick about society and frick off into the wilderness. Thanks Michael
When did you find out you were gay?
After the acid trip when I felt his penis in my ass
I'm trans btw
Just now, thanks PrepHole
I'm an eagle scout and have been going PrepHole as long as I remember. But probably my dad and grandpa
A few things. Shortly after my mom died, my friend invited me to go on a three day hike in the mountains. We went on the trip and it was great. After that trip, I started reading Jack London and Jack Kerouac, went hitchhiking and training hopping, then read ISAIF. I'm not in the building an off-grid shack in the woods while keeping my foot in the door of regular society to pay the bills. When things get too much, I have an out.
>Who inspired you to go PrepHole?
Google Earth
unironically
I look at mountains or other features on g. Earth, I pick a pair of coordinates that I like and I just go there
Based map autist. Here in Ontario our government provides super detailed satellite images of Ontario along with topographical maps, and also gives us info on land use (e.g. if it's public, private, park, what you're allowed to do on it etc.) and I've spent probably hundreds of hours looking for remote fishing, hiking, hunting and camping spots. Pic related is the next place I'm going to scout out for a day fishing trip and possibly some camping if the terrain permits.
There's something really alluring about finding these spots via satellite and not being able to find any information on them anywhere on the internet. This lake has no instagram posts, nothing on google, no youtube videos...if you want to see what it's like there you have to drive 3 hours and bushwack through a thick forest. Then it's your spot and only yours, for better or for worse.
>a well established road a few hundred meters north
anon... you can do better
you are on the right direction thou
It's an unmaintained dirt fire road. I'd need my own canoe or float plane to get more remote than that because I sure as hell don't hate myself enough to bushwhack miles through the boreal forest while fully geared
>busjak
I'm not a fan of that guy because he was an idiot but PrepHole needs more original memes so I support this
I hate people.
Bear Grylls. Yeah I know he's a fraud but I didn't know that when I was like 12.
Dick Proenneke
Donnie Vincent
My parents started taking me camping when I was 3 months old in 1982, was later in the Scouts until I was 14
Then I started going on solo urban campouts (basically hobo larping/stealth camping) with a friend in the mid 90’s, way before the explosion of homelessness, and before the portmanteau “urbex” was in anyones lexicon. By the early 2000’s I started having more run-ins with security and cops, as well as deranged homeless, so I gave up my train hopping/hoboing.
Couldn’t do much hiking have I was trapped in a city and didn’t have really reliable transportation until 2006, when I bought a cheap commuter car (one of the best financial decisions I ever made; everyone around me was just dumping money into sports cars or lifted trucks). I actually got it with the intention of going on road trips that would include hiking. It’s been as far as Ocala NF, Shenandoah, GSMNP, and as far west as Las Vegas.
So when I got started is hard to say, because I started more traditional, daring, and hardcore trips in my early 20’s compared to what I did as a child.
Since I was a kid I wanted to have adventures in the woods and I owe that to David Attenborough. Then Ray Mears probably when bushcraft had its first boom (I think it was 2005ish)
Gettimg away from black people
Fair
nope
Hiroo Onoda
my dad. he couldn't beat me if he couldnt find me.
Unironically animegays. I figured if those testosterone-deficient trannies could go PrepHole then I have no excuse.
thank you and you´re welcome
RIP Beautiful Wife
okay, I'll bite. what the hell does,this mean?
Canadian youtuber (Camping with Steve) who did all kinds of silly stunts like stealth camping behind police stations, highway medians, or building rafts or treehouses and shit. His wife died ~~*in her sleep*~~ a few weeks ago. The point of his channel was to bring camping back to regular people using inexpensive gear and is the reason I started going PrepHole last year.
my mom was upset with me camping in places I shouldn't. then she found his youtube channel and became more accepting of it. I've personally never watched one of his videos even though she sends me links sometimes, but he must be convincing.
Got champion bodybuilders, martial artists and geniuses in my immediate family so aimed to excel at something I enjoyed.
The apparent threat of societal collapse, my dad, my semi-crazy wiccan uncle from Massachusetts, and Ed Abbey.
I miss him bros
Steve Wallis.
RIP Beautiful Wife.
Fricking fight me, shitards.
>chris mccandless
the digits have spoken
Let's pretend his passion was Nascar driving...
Christopher McCandless sets off, from California in an old car he rebuilt himself (he replaced the fenders and painted it), on a trip to the Daytona 500. He only gets across the state line when he runs out of fuel because he forgot to fill it up. Instead of simply walking to the nearest gas station or flagging down help he decides to push his car over an embankment and set it on fire. He then proceeds to walk on foot to the nearest car lot (which happens to be in Mexico for some reason, mostly because he burned up his map in the car and he's been taking backroads.) He finds an old bicycle in a garbage dump and uses that.
He finally gets to the car lot and buys a fixer-upper for $50. Before leaving the car lot he has to change a tire, which he replaces with a solid rubber donut. He buys fuel and heads off to the Daytona 500 again. Only he's heading deeper into Mexico and eventually ends up broken down in front of "Autodromo Internacional de la Jolla" due to no water in the radiator. The engine block has seized up. Luckily, there's a race about to start. Christopher...er "Alexander Superspeeder", who changed his name, pays the $125 entry fee for the race.
Unfortunately, Alexander Superspeeder doesn't have a race car. He does however have an old bicycle still. He uses the bicycle to race. He makes it only 3 laps before he is too tired to steer straight and veers off into a race car and is killed.
Some israelite picks up his story and writes a book about his life and how he followed his dreams. Another israelite makes a movie about it. Armchair racers around the world adore him.
The End.
MacCandleAss was a homosexual larper
No one, I'm part of nature and nature always called me. She's home.