We sat up our tent, fished for a while, cooked and ate our catch, cleaned our camp messkits and utensils. We got together on Friday afternoon, loaded our gear and hiked into the woods to a campsite near a creek that ran across the back of our adjoining farms. He was a few years older than me and seemed to share some of the same interests although he was not going to college. He asked if he could join me, and I agreed, thinking it would be nice to spend some time with a friendly neighbor with whom I had only a casual acquaintance. I also told him this might be my last free weekend for a while since college was now taking so much of my time. As we chatted, I told him I had planned a camping trip that weekend to do some hunting and fishing. While taking a break from plowing in the fields one day, the eldest son of the family that owned the farm next to ours, took a break also and joined me at the fence separating our farmlands. When I started college I knew this would all soon come to an end - the farming, camping, hunting and fishing as a regular routine. I went camping fairly often usually to hunt and fish so we could have some variety in our family meals. I grew up on a farm raising crops and livestock.
My first time with a man occurred on a camping trip.
