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Anyone in the West, who is not a brain dead lib-tard or lifelong urbanite, grew up prepared and learned it to their bones. That is why the Eastern Establishment hates us so much. I could hunt and shoot and fish by the time I was 6. By the time I was ten I could survive in the wilderness with little more than a knife - and the knife was just a convenience. A gun is nice to have, but a good knife is the woodsman's all purpose tool. With a knife you can start a fire, build a snare, make a spear, bow and arrows, or dig a hidey hole. There is no substitute for a GOOD knife in your survival gear. After that comes basic woodcraft and knowing what plants are edible and which ones aren't. When I think about it there are a lot of little things I was taught growing up as "just common wisdom" - that simply are not known any more by too many people. Hollow logs for shelter, dried moss for bedding, where to find the trout in a creek, all sorts of little things that add up to survival in the wild.
Thanks. I had a privileged upbringing in a family that considered the outdoors part of the family living space. My dad would even take remote construction jobs during the summer and we would camp out all summer long - living in tents at first and then the camper later plus tents later. I always thought it was cool sleeping in a Pup-tent. Of course my mom who loved eating fresh trout appreciated that her eldest was on the river from morning till dusk - or until he caught his limit. The only time we went into town was for supplies and, ughh, the dentist.
You got me to thinking - my all time favorite knife is an arm's length away. That knife is older than I am and I ain't a kid any more. Saved me a lot of trouble one time when I was doing a solo hike to a remote stretch of river down a mountainside. I've told the story before, but I violated one of the cardinal rules of solo hiking - and knew better when I did it - NEVER GO DOWN A STEEP SLOPE WITHOUT HAND HOLDS. It took me the better part of a half an hour to figure out what to do trapped there on that lone tree sticking out of the mountain. There was just enough fresh growth to where the plant roots stabilized the loose sandy soil a little bit - so I dug hand and foot holds, with my knife, to get back up to the top. Cost me a good flyrod though. Damn I'm stupid sometimes.