When my brother and I were kids, we used to go on spur-of-the-moment impromptu camping trips, usually in association with deer season or some other noteworthy excuse to be back in the woods.
These trips involved very little planning or forethought, and mostly involved grabbing the perpetually ready backpacks (bug out bags? Not at the time), some cans from the pantry, a can of coffee and a couple of canteens. We had a blast every time, even though we seldom remembered everything we needed.
This past Christmas, my brother was up visiting from Mississippi. Usually on Christmas, there is at least one new gun in the family that needs a thorough breaking in, but this was a Christmas a little on the lean side. So, with no new weapons to try out we were forced to come up with alternatives.