...versus The Reality of Bushcraft...
Okay. Probably going to ruffle a few feathers here, but decided to start this discusion based on my reading material posted on a recent thread, and there is little doubt that my approach to bushcraft (woodcraft, backwoods camping, primitive living) call it what you will, is one of idealistic romanticism.
Lets face it, I (and probably 99% of people on this forum) will never in our lifetime have the need to resort to practising many of the skills espoused on this site "in anger". We put ourselves in artificial situations of survival (primitivism, luddite living, scouting activities [my romantic apogee] and getting back to nature) and reach for the warmth emanating from the well thumbed pages of time in order to satisfy the individualistic yearnings within each of us.
I guess what I am trying to say (or indeed ask) is, if bushcraft is not a romantic "ideal" then what is it...???
I have no need to light a fire with flint and steel, and yet I do it...
I have no need to live in a tipi, and yet I made one and have done just that for several years (on and off)...
I can get food from a supermarket, online, and yet I take great pride in catching my own protein by "primitive" methods...
I have a comfy bed at home, but choose to sleep on the ground in front of a roaring fire under the stars...
And so it goes on from equator to tropics to arctic circles and all regions between...
I guess the pebble in the pond that I am dropping, is...
"Bushcraft...if not romance, then why...???"
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Okay. Probably going to ruffle a few feathers here, but decided to start this discusion based on my reading material posted on a recent thread, and there is little doubt that my approach to bushcraft (woodcraft, backwoods camping, primitive living) call it what you will, is one of idealistic romanticism.
Lets face it, I (and probably 99% of people on this forum) will never in our lifetime have the need to resort to practising many of the skills espoused on this site "in anger". We put ourselves in artificial situations of survival (primitivism, luddite living, scouting activities [my romantic apogee] and getting back to nature) and reach for the warmth emanating from the well thumbed pages of time in order to satisfy the individualistic yearnings within each of us.
I guess what I am trying to say (or indeed ask) is, if bushcraft is not a romantic "ideal" then what is it...???
I have no need to light a fire with flint and steel, and yet I do it...
I have no need to live in a tipi, and yet I made one and have done just that for several years (on and off)...
I can get food from a supermarket, online, and yet I take great pride in catching my own protein by "primitive" methods...
I have a comfy bed at home, but choose to sleep on the ground in front of a roaring fire under the stars...
And so it goes on from equator to tropics to arctic circles and all regions between...
I guess the pebble in the pond that I am dropping, is...
"Bushcraft...if not romance, then why...???"
