Yeah, me too - Been a hunter, a trapper, a fisherman, cowboy, and farmer my whole life, among many other hats... You just DO. and do for yourself. It's how you get along. You can't afford to be picky (not money as much as circumstance), and if you are, you won't be long.
If I have my go-bag and my belt (pistol, knife, tommy +possibles), I can live in the sticks pretty indefinitely (though gimped up now, so haven't for a time). I can knapp stone, tan hide, make rope, fix anything... build anything...
Most city folk don't understand, and it ain't something you can explain to them. I just feel sorry for them. I sure couldn't live that way. Not for me.
I had a long argument with my best friend the other day. She insisted I should think about moving into a condominium where it would be “much easier living and safer for me-—at my age.” I told her it would be a cold day in hell I ever lived in a stack and pack chicken coop where the neighbors could set the norms for the way I lived with their often ridiculous rules and regulations and I preferred to walk around in my yard barefoot, pulling weeds, than spend my leisure hours sitting on concrete patios and sunning on the pool deck, playing cards, or worrying about what I was going to wear to so-and-so’s luncheon. I can pick up my rod and in a few minutes be on the beach surf fishing and not worry if I track sand into the house. So she took off on a rant about it just wasn’t “safe” anymore for an old widder-woman to live alone. I love her dearly as she has always been a wonderful friend for over 50 years, but sometimes enough is enough. She is a city girl and I have always thought of myself as a country girl. Enormous difference in philosophy of life! Whatever FREEDOM is left in life is not going to be found in a city or in a stack and pack! I’d rather be FREE than “SAFE.”