Thank you for that personal story!Me and my wife and kids were camping creekside at Adventures Unlimited, back when Bubba was in diapers and Sissy was barely in kindergarten. We woke up early and I went wading. I was worried about broken glass underwater, being in an established long term campground, so I'd put my canoeing boots on first. Thank God. I'd walked right past a half foot baby moccasin in the grass at the water's edge and not seen it. I turned around to say something to the family and saw it hit the water and come right for me under the water and I jumped and pinned it right to the floor and watched it wiggling and biting. I hollered for a knife, thinking machete, and bless my little girl's heart, she throws me her Girl Scout pocket knife...... talk about a humbling experience. I was so proud of her! At the same time realizing some irony. I'd taught her to keep a pocket knife and that she could handle just about all daily business with her scout knife, Macgyver style, and here I was, Super Dad in her eyes, being put on the spot by the little girl to handle business and do battle with a poisonous snake with her 3" blade! I swallowed a little pride and accepted that challenge and really carefully dispatched the thing underwater, point blank. At arguably the most poisonous time in a moccasins life cycle, when they're most likely to dump a full load into the bite, here I was proving it to the family that Dad wasn't scared and that a scout knife was all you really needed. "Stupid, stupid, stupid" screaming inside my head. And then "hey, look at me, I did it." Moral of the story Ricochet: bring enough knife.... everywhere you go in the swamp that is the whole state of Florida. My first moccasin I killed after coming home from active duty was right downtown Milton at the corner of the Short Stop/Shell station and the bike trail. Full grown snake in plain view of the police station, town hall, etc. etc., and I'm wailing on it with a brand new dull $5 flea market "Hecho in Mexico" machete that I'd bought the first weekend home at the Pea Ridge Flea Market, because I knew it would be needed, because the whole dang state of Florida is a swamp. Be ready.
I was unfortunately raised in the city and came to the conclusion in my adult life that the rural life would have been better for me.
The "career woman" life style robbed me of what I really wanted to be; a Mom and a capable wife ( I think a lot of "modern" women my age are bitter about that but will not admit ) - capable with nature and mastering my natural enviroment as you so well trained your daughter.
No city career beats that, in my opinion.
I was sold a "feminist" dream that wasn't my dream.
I will use your daughter's example to re learn a different attitude.
After all, I would rather face and live with God's creatures of the swamp rather then The Swamp creatures of the city. ( sooo many snakes on the grass in my last job...)
I want the rural life. It may be a little late to start at 50 but I can't stand the city critters anymore.