Rayovac Sportsman Xtreme Flashlight Giveaway for Father’s Day
Father’s Day is just around the corner and we Traveling Mamas love our Traveling Papas. For me, I credit my own father for my love of travel. He worked extra shifts at the fire department to make sure our family took a family vacation each year, be it to the Smoky Mountains or the Gulf Coast beaches.
When my dad retired, he took the entire family to Walt Disney World, so that we could all share this first visit with Mickey Mouse. A few years later, he organized a family road trip from Louisiana to Colorado, with stops at odd roadside attractions along the way. A travel wish he’s had for the longest time was to take a cruise and to visit Europe. Thanks to Carnival Cruise Lines, I was able to bring both my parent’s along for the Carnival Magic cruise with European stops.
One thing we never really got into while I was growing up was camping. That’s why, when my dad retired and bought an RV, we thought he was a bit crazy. But traveling the US from an RV was something my dad had always wanted to do, but never had the time to do it. One item everyone should have while traveling from campsite to campsite is a Rayovac Sportsman Extreme flashlight. In honor of my dad for this Father’s Day, we’re giving away Rayovac Sportsman Extreme flashlights to 10 commenters on this post.
Features:
- New and Ultra Bright 4W flashlight LED lasts for 50,000 hours
- Yields an amazing 180 lumens on high and 75 lumens on low
- Runtime: 22 hours on high and 60 hours on low
- Anodized Aluminum
- Rubber Comfort Grip
- Water Resistant
- Sleek Titanium Color
- Powered by 3 C Batteries
Uses 3 C Batteries (not included)
How to Enter:
Leave a comment by 11:59 PM CST June 19, 2011 stating your favorite outdoor or camping memory with your own dad or father figure in your life. 10 winners will be chosen randomly. Must be US residents age 21 or older. One entry per email per day.
Happy Father’s Day Dad!
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fav camping was when we all went out and camped and hung out for a week back in the 70’s- surviving and using leaves as tp
My father is into HAM radio. While we never really went camping, he did participate in weekend events where they would practice setting up their radio equipment in the event of an emergency. My father, and his HAM friends, would usually set up in a field and either operate out of a tent, or their vehicle, such as my father’s van. They would make contact with other HAM operators around the country and operate from around Friday evening to Sunday evening, with little to no sleep in between. I would often stay up all night and “camp” with him. Back then we didn’t have cool LED flashlights, only basic incandescent flashlights that would quickly dim on a set of alkaline batteries. I wish I had a flashlight like this back then.
My dad never made a lot of money, but he was determined that we learn about the outdoors and camping. We went on at least one camping trip each summer in our little gray tent, all of us jammed inside!
The first time we decided to go camping, a sudden unexpected thunderstorm appeared. We got totally soaked, along with all of our new camping gear! It didn’t dampen our spirits, though and we stayed the weekend and had a great time!
When I was young our family took a trip to the Thousand Islands area in New York. We camped in a tent – first time we’d ever gone camping and had the time of our life.
being stuck in the tent all weekend in the rain!
My favorite outdoor memory with my dad is when I was very small and he was teaching me to fish! I actually caught 2 fish on the same (triple) hook!
My dad loves to fish… even with all girls, he would wake us up at 4AM and head out to the nearest lake to go fishing. We learned to hook our own bait and how to take the fish off the hook when done. We never kept the fish but that was the one thing our dad loved to do with us when we were younger.
My Dad was great and I remember with fondness many times we did things as a family with Dad. We had many a vacation road trips in our proverbial station wagon… all 7 kiddos , mom and pop. We went to local places, picnics, fishing, camping, fairs, outdoor movies, and many other things. We saw the redwood forests and and Yellowstone park, and all sorts of things. Love my Dad! He scared me driving on those roads with drop off cliffs on the way tho.. 😉 But only because mom was yelling at him. lol.
We never went camping per se, but we had a cottage on lake, and my dad would build us huge bonfires, and we would roast marshmallows and hot dogs.
Not necessarily a camping trip but I remember my dad taking me to biker bonfires as a kid. They were so much fun and neat
I don’t know if it considered camping but we road-tripped from Seattle to the Grad Canyon and back and many of the nights we spent sleeping in our Ford Econoline van at a park. I remember doing it at the Grand Canyon and at Crater Lake.
camping on Stone Mts. it really gets cool at night and flashlights came in handy to find the blankets had a great time
I have a fond memory of raccoons raiding a cooler for the trout within.
My dad never saw a campsite he didn’t like! We learn alot about the outdoors and camping. We went on at least one camping trip every summer in an old reliable 4×4 with us all crammed inside. My favorites were Yellowstone and Mount Shasta!
We used to go across country by car and stopping at different places.
Watching my dad grill
My Dad was a fisherman. In an all caps sort of way.
We went fishing on the Big Hole River in Beaverhead County, MT. The mosquitoes somehow never bothered him. All of us mere mortals slathered on insect repellant that had enough DEET in it o dissolve plastic…
After fishing, we would hang out in the Diamond Bar Inn in Jackson, MT. They have an indoor heat pool that used water from a deep, hot water spring.
It was great…
mtdoonmeister at gmail dot com
My dad took me camping when I was 7 and we both slept on the river bank and ate cold cereal in the morning. LOVED it.
Thanks for the chance.
mogrill12@yahoo.com
Whne I was growing up my Dad and I use to go down to the creek and catch minnows so we could go fishing together.
My stepfather use to take us all on picnics and speed boating-so much fun!
smchester at gmail dot com
My favorite camping memories with my dad just involve watching my dad and listening to my dad interact with other family members. He has such a good way of making everyone feel comfortable, loved and included when he talks and by his actions.
My dad was into photography and on our vacations we would stop for anything scenic. To this day when traveling I cannot avoid looking for scenes that would make a good pic.
I do not have one particular favorite camping memory, but I did enjoy visiting new places during camping trips after my father bought an RV
6/14–being stuck in the tent all weekend in the rain
When I was a young girl we took a roadtrip to Yosemite and stayed in cabins. It was a great family vacation. Wonderful memories of exploring the park with my Father…..
It was the time when we were hiking up a trail from the camp ground and a lizard fell out of a tree and down my dad’s shirt. I’ve never seen anyone move so fast in my life!
my stepfather took us camping and a raccoon tried to drink our dish soap
I remember the first time I went camping with my dad and mom. I was 8yeas old and we were driving out west in a RV and we stopped at a KAO campground and we had just pulled up and started to get out and get everything ready for the night and it came a huge thunderstorm. They were tonado warnings all around us and we were in a RV and scared to death. The rest of the trip was smooth but I will never forget my first experience with camping.
Hiking in the White Mountains is always fun!
My favorite memory of camping with my Dad was when he drove the family on a month-long cross country camping trip in a VW bus when I was 13.
When I was young my teenage brother and his friends were always going camping. I wanted to go so bad, but of course a 15yr old doesn’t want his 7yr old sister tagging along. My Dad sat up a tent on our property within sight of the house and camped out with me. We roasted wieners and marshmallows and had a great time.
I remember a few trips out the city to a park where we enjoyed swimming and playing ball.
My favorite is when we all would go dad and grandma and the family. WE would go fishin and campout it was so much fun being together.
stanleybilly(at)bellsouth(dot)net
I do not have one particular favorite camping memory, but I did enjoy visiting new places during camping trips after my father bought an RV.
6/15–being stuck in the tent all weekend in the rain ..
What better way to find your way around.
My favorite memory is when my dad took us fishing. It probably wasn’t the first time we went, but I remember catching a fish and Dad wanted to take a picture of me with my fish. I was afraid to stand beside it and every time it would come near me I’d run and scream!
It was fun when we had backyard BBQ’s and invited all the aunts and uncles.
My Dad would take us to Canada, we would wake up to him cooking out doors, thos home fries and eggs were the best
I do not have one particular favorite camping memory, but I did enjoy visiting new places during camping trips after my father bought an RV..
6/16-being stuck in the tent all weekend in the rain
We went on a family reunion andeveryone slept in tents so much fun~
My dad used to take us to the drive inn-FUN
Going for ice cream at the dairy queen – it was the old kind with just a walk up window.
We went camping a lot in fall when I was young, but I do remember Dad taking me fishing once on father’s day. I caught an eel and had to throw it back! But he caught a fish and cleaned it which I thought was the grossest thing I had ever seen at that point. It is a good memory though.
hmcnaron at gmail dotcom
Our camping consisted of staying in a cabin at the lake….lots of memories of Dad telling me stories while we fished! grammypenny@frontier.com
My favorite camping memory is the big bonfires we would make. We would put a tripod over it and hang a cast iron pot on it and cook chili. We’d roast hotdogs to eat with the chili and of course later have S’Mores.
dchrisg3 (at) gmail (dot) com
///being stuck in the tent all weekend in the rain..
My dad used to take us to Chicago to the zoo and Sears Tower. We would sleep in the van , so fun as a kid not for the adults though. I tried this with my kids
Well, we aren’t campers, but I did go on a lot of bike rides with my dad. We’d bike for miles and miles. I don’t think I could do it now!
My dad and I never went camping, but we always went on long bike rides. I remember going on one ride and my dad had my baby brother in the baby seat and somewhere along the way my brother lost his pacifier. It happened to be his last one and my mother was not happy when we returned.
We used to get up early and go down the shore and crab. We would catch a lot of crabs and bring them home. Mom would cook them up. i did not eat them though.
I do not have one particular favorite camping memory, but I did enjoy visiting new places during camping trips after my father bought an RV…
Fishing with my dad is mine
6/18——being stuck in the tent all weekend in the rain
My favorite camping memory with my dad is off roading in our VW thing. He takes us through riverbeds. It was very exciting.
We really enjoyed going to the beach. The only problem was Dad would take forever getting used to the water. He would walk in slowly as he splashed the cold water on his arms and legs. We could hardly wait till he was fully in the water and ready to play with us.
My best memory is fishing with my dad when I was just a little girl. When I caught my first fish he was more excited than I was.
Thanks for the giveaway!
eswright18 at gmail dot com
Favorite camping memory is when we used to go fishing up in the lakes area of NH during the long summer months.
Going on fishing trips.
Favorite camping experience with my father who passed away from cancer in 1979 was camping in a tent in the Ozark Moutains at Shady Lake Arkansas in 1944.
My dad wasn’t a big role player in my life when I was growing up, however a few years ago he came to TN to visit and we all went camping, we sat around the camp fire listening to my daughter tell scary stories!
Our family had a motorhome, so every summer Dad would pack up the whole family and drive cross country to my sister who lived in Arizona. It would take 5 days each way and we would spend 3 weeks there. I remember one year my parents being exceptionally brave lol and driving up to washington state to visit my brother, down thru california to arizona to visit my sister, over to texas to visit one of my dad’s sisters. And then over to Tennesse to see his other sister’s new farm and then up to Pennsylvania to see Mom’s brother and then FINALLY back home lol. (we lived in Illinois). I was never so happy to be home as i was at the end of that summer.
We used to go fishing in a little motor boat and I loved just spending the whole day with him.
My dad used to take me fishing every summer. Every time we went we would be gone all day! At some of the fishing spots we would build a small campfire and cook dinner. Those were the best times ever!
I think sitting inside the tent and playing board games with the dad and the entire family is one of my favorite outdoor memories growing up.
I would go up along the Appalachian trail with my dad for weekends during the summer and fall. Lots of work but so much fun.
The family tent at Mackinac Island MI when it starting raining and the monsoon followed. Good times – it all worked out.
ky2here at msn dot com
The closest thing to camping I did with my father was when we were fishing and it started raining so we made a makeshift tent until the rain passed the next morning.
We went on a group father/daughter camping trip and went on a canoe. It didn’t take long for us to tip over the canoe.
Camping on The outer banks during a SEVERE thunderstorm!
OMG
freebiegoddess03@aol.com
6/19–being stuck in the tent all weekend in the rain!!
The best thing ever was to have my dad all to myself after he worked so hard all week. We’d go to our local reservoir and fish all afternoon and just enjoy each other’s company.
My favorite camping trip with my Dad was when we decided to go on a houseboat, at first I thought it was kind of a lame idea but it was a lot of fun and cool
cookster77@aol.com
my favorite outdoor memory of my dad, was when I was little. I used to help him go catch nightcrawlers to go fishing.
itsjustme62613 at gmail.com
My dad was not into camping, but I remember having a picnic in a nearby park. We could cook hamburgers, and my dad would play pitch and catch with us.
We used to have a cabin that we would visit a few times a year–once my Dad had to work so my Mom took us kids to the cabin. When we got there and opened the door we heard an awful noise and we were terrified –it sounded like some wild animal had gotten in and was in one of the bedrooms dying–or waiting to attack us–my Mom called my Dad and he drove 2 hours to come rescue us–he got there went in and found the fire ditector –it’s batteries had died and it was beeping to tell us–only it had been beeping for months–and the beep was now a long slow squeal. My poor Dad had to come resque us from the smoke alarm!
kakihararocks@gmail.com
My dad and I never went camping but I do remember going out back and roasting marshmallos over a open flamed coffee can.
kat_emerick@yahoo.com
Our family had a motorhome, so every summer Dad would pack up the whole family and drive cross country to my sister who lived in Arizona. It would take 5 days each way and we would spend 3 weeks there. I remember one year my parents being exceptionally brave lol and driving up to washington state to visit my brother, down thru california to arizona to visit my sister, over to texas to visit one of my dad’s sisters. And then over to Tennesse to see his other sister’s new farm and then up to Pennsylvania to see Mom’s brother and then FINALLY back home lol. (we lived in Illinois). I was never so happy to be home as i was at the end of that summer.
Going to upstate NY and staying for a week in the country.
My dad took me camping and hiking in the mountains when I was a teenager, it was a great trip because it was a rare time when we got to spend time together doing something we both love.
outdoor memory = Flying a kite on a real windy day way out over the river bank near the park till we couldn’t even see it anymore
emmaspeel(at)gmail.com
We never went camping, due to living on a dairy farm, but I remember fishing and swimming in the creek on our farm.
We used to go camping nearly every weekend in the summer. I remember when he used to let us kids drive the boat, with supervision, of course.
Oh! I wish I had a story to share but I was the third baby and my family did all their camping before I was born..to this day Ive never been!
My favorite camping memory is when we used to go fishing up in the lakes area of NH during the long summer months.
When we had s’mores at the campfire and he played the banjo and sang.
Thanks for the giveaway…favorite outdoor memory with my Dad was hiking the Grand Canyon with him when I was 12 years old.
senorpiero [at] yahoo [dot] com
my favorite memory is with my grandpa who took me fishing when i was 4. i begged him until he caved and after i caught 1 fish i was happy and ready to go home. that is the one and only time i have been fishing. i will never forget that day with my grandpa.
jagar0047 at yahoo dot com
The first time my cousin and I camped out in our back yard, my Dad came home from 2nd shift a bit after midnight, snuck up to the puptent, and put his hand under the floor of the tent. We thought it was a huge snake attacking and crawled screaming out of the tent, to a lot of laughter. Maybe it was a bit mean, but we didn’t mind, although it took a while to get to sleep that night.
Mine is camping out at my granparents (they lived in a really rural area) every yr
My favorite memory is when I was around 5 & my dad took me out on the boat fishing while camping at the lake! I caught a 5 pound bass my frist day!
My favorite memory of an outdoor adventure with my dad was when he
took me down to the pond near our house and taught me how to fish.
I caught my first fish that day and was so excited.I remember the big
smile he had on his face,that let me know how proud he was of his daughter
My parents loved to travel and camp. When I was very little, they bought their first travel travel trailer, which they later upgraded to a camper, then a bigger camper. One of my favorite memories is playing Jarts (lawn darts) with my dad during the campouts.