nirvanafan
FNG
I sleep pretty well in my hammock. It's super comfortable and if I have to pee, I usually just unzip the side and roll over. I pee without ever having to get up. Falling back asleep is pretty quick.
I eat Magnesium to help me sleep and on day 4 of a week long trip I was awakened by low growls and heavy breathing. We were camped next to a little creek in the eastern Sierras at about 10,800'. I was way groggy and could not find my flashlight or bear spray but did have my .44 magnum. Then it hit the tent and as the wall pushed in on top of me I fired 3 rounds point blank thru the tent. I remember seeing the flash and watching the powder burn the wall of the tent, smoldering like a cigarette. The ringing in my ears was all I could sense. I was dazed and just sat there for several seconds...then started looking for my flashlight again...holding my S&W 329PD the entire time. I finally located my light and unzipped the SS2 Tarptent. I got out on the opposite side from where the tent had collapsed. There, laying dead next to the tent was my buddy Gary with two bullet holes in the center of his chest. He must have been pranking me, I thought. I am thinking, "This can't be! This isn't happening!!" Then I woke up and heard Gary snoring away in the next tent. it was an upsetting dream...never took Gary for granted again after that. Thought I'd shot him dead.
I eat Magnesium to help me sleep and on day 4 of a week long trip I was awakened by low growls and heavy breathing. We were camped next to a little creek in the eastern Sierras at about 10,800'. I was way groggy and could not find my flashlight or bear spray but did have my .44 magnum. Then it hit the tent and as the wall pushed in on top of me I fired 3 rounds point blank thru the tent. I remember seeing the flash and watching the powder burn the wall of the tent, smoldering like a cigarette. The ringing in my ears was all I could sense. I was dazed and just sat there for several seconds...then started looking for my flashlight again...holding my S&W 329PD the entire time. I finally located my light and unzipped the SS2 Tarptent. I got out on the opposite side from where the tent had collapsed. There, laying dead next to the tent was my buddy Gary with two bullet holes in the center of his chest. He must have been pranking me, I thought. I am thinking, "This can't be! This isn't happening!!" Then I woke up and heard Gary snoring away in the next tent. it was an upsetting dream...never took Gary for granted again after that. Thought I'd shot him dead.
I find a dedicated Pee bottle to be a great help, no trying to ignore the urge because it's too wet or cold out. Just, out of the bag, go into the bottle and right back to sleep.
This weekend, leading a group of boy scouts I forgot the Pee bottle, it was wet and cold. Had a terrible night sleep, up every hour. I didn't want to get out of the bag into the rain, so it ruined my whole nights sleep.
I love hanging in the winter.
It is comforting to know that no matter what Mother Nature dumps on the mountain, your shelter's not gonna collapse on you. <g>
if anyone is thinking I made up the story about the dream...I didn't. That actually happened. I was completely distraught when I woke up. When I'm camping and/or hunting my imagination goes into hyperdrive.
Then I woke up and heard Gary snoring away in the next tent. it was an upsetting dream...never took Gary for granted again after that. Thought I'd shot him dead.