My youngest son and I did something similar in the Sierras. We left an assembly point, and noticed the guy assigned to harrass us was a flabby out of shape guy. My kid looks fat, but he's actually a Bubba type. We took off, at a slow pace, and pretty soon our tail was beggin' for water. Then we stepped up the pace an left him there. When we returned to camp that evening, he wasn't there, so somebody rescuded him. I'd imagine he lost intrest in protestin' huntin'. [X(]