Once encountered a fellow, as we were looking for a campsite toward evening, who offered to let us camp beside him. He was about 8 feet above us in a tree, and we noticed him because of the "whack, whack" and falling branches. He said we were also welcome to share the campfire he was going to make with these green branches, and added, "I really love my awesome machete!!!"

We looked toward his pack, noticing that most of his gear was branded "Marlboro" or was army surplus.

Needless to say, we hiked on a couple of miles before stopping to camp. I guess acorns aren't the only nuts in the woods.