I appreciate your patience with me, folks. I was sick for a couple of weeks, which made me get behind on some other responsibilities, including the fun things I had planned for Practical Woodsman. I could have churned out some things this week, but my heart wouldn’t have been in it. I’ve been working and with work comes the need for some down time. So apart from work, I’ve been allowing myself to recharge a bit before I get back in the game.
I do have some good things in mind for the podcast and other aspects of Practical Woodsman - Exclusive videos and that sort of thing.
But I hope you all are doing good and haven’t forgotten about me.
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...
