Some meanies left some mean reviews on Apple Podcasts. One of them set aside enough time out of his personal life to practically write a book about me, scrutinizing various specific parts of various specific shows, and then going into great detail about things I did not include. Of course, he knows a lot better about everything than I do, and he wants everybody to know that. I’m just some backwoods dummy who has nothing whatsoever of value for him.
What it comes down to is that he simply doesn’t like me, I get it. Not everybody is going to, and that’s ok. If we ever met, I probably wouldn’t like him very much, either. But for those of you who I don’t annoy, and who enjoy The Practical Woodsman, if you are inclined to offset those negative reviews on Apple Podcasts with some positive reviews of your own, that would be greatly appreciated. Allow me to thank you in advance! Happy Friday, everybody! I hope y’all enjoy your weekends. Stay safe!
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...
