Hey Locals folks, just a check in to let you know that I haven’t forgotten about you all. Since I’ve gotten back from vacation I’ve had my attention pulled in a lot of different directions, wanting to get out some Practical Woodsman content but just not being able. We got dumped on by a major snow storm and a brutal temperature drop and that has affected my schedule in different ways, too.
But I’ve got some good ideas that I’m chomping at the bit to get recorded and published, so don’t go nowhere! Practical Woodsman is my priority for the upcoming week.
In the meantime, enjoy this little unedited clip from a first day/night excursion into the snowy mountain backcountry.
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...
