I agree, but when you say play, that usually equates to some form of fun.(IMHO) I have done much of what you said above on various hunting trips, and No it was not much fun at that moment, but we persevered in order to get the job done. I think if people want to reenact and try their best to be as correct as they can be, go for it. But they too, should not look down on those who don't want to play by their rules. To each his own IMHO
Some sort of fun. Rock climbers have fun, or marathon runners
I’ve sat under a bluff, near zero weather and wet. A blanket around me, a candle between my crossed legs. I was aching from one position so long. Yet it was fun.
Crazy I know. But the knowledge that I was sharing an experience with out forefathers brought me joy. About three am I had a smoke. The sky was so clear. Orion was in the west, the Pleiades near the horizon.
Kenton was cold and as achy as I was, looking at that same sky.
Indians wanted to kill him. A bad hunt for me is no biggie, for him people starved
When the sun came up a few mile hike returned me to my car and warmth. For him, a long dangerous walk and a none to warm room.
But for one moment I shared with him. The cold on my shoulders, the warmth in my lap. The muscle ache and cramping. The taste of my pipe stem. The silence of the cold woods, the feel of the wool, and the smell of the dampness of some of it.
And yes I was having fun
Masochist? Maybe
Was just to the Pomme de Terre rendezvous
Was knee deep in mud Wednesday and Thursday, and yet I was having a blast
Can’t tell you what’s fun about wet feet and everything muddy.
You either find it fun or not
I had a friend who joined the army. (CSA)
Military boys get up at dawn, parade, stand guard, all dress the same, eat communal meals, march, then march some more, then later get some matching in.
It takes practice to be able to maneuver on a battlefield, even in reinactment, and get together a are where the practice.
He had a blast.
I went with him once, didn’t care for it.
That’s life