When I was a boy scout the "survival kit" was all the rage, basically if the kit contents didn't fit in a 2 oz tobacco tin it was deemed too big. At scout camp we'd build a shelter and survive out of the contents of our tin overnight, oxo cube Mmmm, our mates nearby tucked up in the tent, so just the kit one stood in and the hallowed tin. It was all quite daunting at the time, until I discovered the finer points of boy scout baccy tin survival, midnight trips up to the farm to scrump a few strawberries or the early risers nipping into town to "acquire" some double cream, a couple of pints of milk and a few baps. Aye, twas a hard old station.
These days, and brought into sharp relief on this site
, there's a fair bit of gear freakery around, in every hobby pursuit or aspect of western life. In the past things were simpler, less choice meant there was more time to focus on the actual pursuit rather than gear, which for some has become an end in it's own.
When I was first into climbing, for example, cagoules came in different weights of proofed nylon, 4oz 6oz or heavy weight mountain 8oz, then there was the colour red/orange, blue; light or navy and green and that was it, it was the same with gortex for the first few generations of the material. Almost no cross over with skiing and mass marketing etc at that time, but things have fair changed these days, any new kit selection now involves hours of research into this or that property etc.
When I was a little older and checking out different places carousing etc I'd often go to inverness on a saturday morning to buy a single from the old record shop up the steps and head home by a different route, 150 mile round trip and all done on the thumb usually. Sometimes, if I had nothing on, I wouldn't get back until the following wednesday or so and that often involved a night or two in a hay stack or if I was lucky, a luxury bus shelter, being a country lad I was always dressed for it.
These days I'm often happy, weather and midgies permitting, to sleep out on the hill when up there fishing, if the fishings' good, in just the same kit as I stomped up there in, tucking the jumper in to ones breeks and donning the waterproofs is an old trick that served me well in the past and continues to do so these days. I always have a satisfactory sleep too
A few days out in the open neck shirt, as we'd say, would do many a gear freak bushcrafter the power of good, in my opinion.