Good news, everybody! I’ve finalized some plans for a big excursion into the backcountry, coming up here real quick. I’ll have a couple of buddies with me on this trip (which, believe it or not, makes filming content more complicated) and I’m looking forward to sharing the experience with you, as well as taking the opportunity to show off some gear and those sorts of things.
So don’t go nowhere! We’ll have some cool content coming up soon.
The Reason I'll Never Go Back in the Woods without a Pickle
The school textbooks tell you the settlers crossed the Atlantic for religious freedom.
Some of them did, partly. What the textbooks leave out is the thing that sits in the actual letters, in the sailors' accounts, in the merchant pamphlets circulating in English ports from the 1580s onwards: a major reason people came to America was the wild game. Meat you could take. Meat nobody owned. Meat that walked into camp.
For a population legally separated from the animal for five hundred years, this was the whole pitch.
Consider what they were leaving.
A family in a Devon cottage in 1618 eats pottage. Oats, barley, an onion, whatever greens grew near the back door. No meat in it this week. No meat in it last week. There will be meat in it on Christmas Day, God willing, if the chicken is still alive by then. The deer in the forest at the end of the lane have been the king's property under the Forest Laws since 1066. Taking one is a hanging offence. The father has never taken one. His father never took one. The institutional...
