I'm trying to imagine carrying a big, old knife like one of his into the bush. One of them weighs more than my pack.
Give him credit, though. At least he is more tolerant of the opposing POV than the Tent Dude.
Still, I get nightmares thinking about the kinds of folks (armed and slightly off center, as it were) who are on the trail with me.
Should have taken up knitting as a hobby.
So what does "nutfancy" mean, anyway?