There is a point to this.
The truly great people in this world don't categorise, judge or condemn. They enthuse others with their passion for a subject. I count myself as uniquely privielged to have learned a little "Bushcraft" from two men who would have laughed at the term. One was a man who believed in the concept of "one for the pot" and was willing to take a young boy with him on moonlit walks. That boy had the fieldcraft of a drunken elephant. Thank you "Uncle Bert" . The young boy used to "sneak out" for these "poaching" adventures. It was years later he learned that the landowners used to let Bert hunt whatever he wanted and Bert spoke to his parents first.
The other guy (who we have spoken of here before) was a "gentleman of the road" who hung out on Haldon Hill near Exeter. He knew more about shelter building, trapping and "living rough" than anyone I have known since. He looked a lot older than he was and died young, but he did what many of us dream of. Thank you "Smokey Joe"
They didn't care what it was called, but they nurtured a love of the land and its natural inhabitants in a young, naive, and frankly stupid and awkward lad. That lad has a huge debt to repay and will now try not to teach (which he isn't qualified to do) but to try to pass on the enthusiasm and plain joy in a natural life that others were kind enough to pass on to him
Just my thoughts
Red
The truly great people in this world don't categorise, judge or condemn. They enthuse others with their passion for a subject. I count myself as uniquely privielged to have learned a little "Bushcraft" from two men who would have laughed at the term. One was a man who believed in the concept of "one for the pot" and was willing to take a young boy with him on moonlit walks. That boy had the fieldcraft of a drunken elephant. Thank you "Uncle Bert" . The young boy used to "sneak out" for these "poaching" adventures. It was years later he learned that the landowners used to let Bert hunt whatever he wanted and Bert spoke to his parents first.
The other guy (who we have spoken of here before) was a "gentleman of the road" who hung out on Haldon Hill near Exeter. He knew more about shelter building, trapping and "living rough" than anyone I have known since. He looked a lot older than he was and died young, but he did what many of us dream of. Thank you "Smokey Joe"
They didn't care what it was called, but they nurtured a love of the land and its natural inhabitants in a young, naive, and frankly stupid and awkward lad. That lad has a huge debt to repay and will now try not to teach (which he isn't qualified to do) but to try to pass on the enthusiasm and plain joy in a natural life that others were kind enough to pass on to him
Just my thoughts
Red