and to hunt, dress and process meat.
I grew up deep in the north woods with my grandparents - Grampa was a Maine Guide in addition .
I have a friend now, also a guide - and writer, author of foraging/wild plants books - who lives in the forrest - built his own home, grows, hunts, fishes, forages for 90% of his foods - dug his own trout pond and a separate hatchery pond.
Hmm - who will better weather a crisis: Him or some billionaire in the big city?
I have never envied the rich. Indeed, I feel rather sorry for them....but not too! ;o)
I took my son hunting over the holidays, hoping the boy would bring down his first deer. Kudos to him, he did (first shot, first kill, just like his mother!) We were at in my in-laws, my hubby was unable to go with us. I had the neighbor fella teach me and the boy how to skin it (I was always the first one to drive the venison straight to the butcher) then I set forth and processed the whole thing myself. I didn’t do too bad a job if I do say so myself. Put alot of meat in the freezer, and all the dogs were fat and happy off the bones.