There is a wealth of knowledge here, a way of survival that is dying with every resounding thump of the beating heart of the modern world.
Survival is the key word here. So many of us do not understand survival, so many of us have very rarely been faced with situations where we would be harmed, or killed, if we ourselves did not take action. When these situations do arise they become great stories of heroism and often front page headlines; incredible stories of survival and luck. But to others, and most definitely to him, such instances are daily occurrences, just another blip on the radar of a life full of blips.
When cold, turn up the thermostat; when tired, go home and take a nap; when hungry, go to the fridge or, worst case, go to the grocery store. Never mind making a fire, building a bed and shelter, or hunting, skinning, butchering and cooking a wild animal. Those things are so far gone, yet so basic, and it is frightening to think most of us would not have the first clue as how to do many of these things.
We’re consumed with our lives, the work week, the school schedule, the news cycle, Facebook updates and weekend plans. Food and shelter are no longer the forefront of our livelihood but the backdrop to the modern life.
Many might label this thinking prehistoric and survivalist. Perhaps those who do not understand the difference between trophy hunting and hunting to consume might label the gun culture that comes along with the lifestyle as uber-conservative. But in this sense, guns – long guns, rifles and shotguns - are used as tools, for hunting food and for protection against dangerous wildlife.
As for prehistoric and survivalist, these ideas are valid. When you see a moose, a bear, or a wolf in the wild for the first time, watch them move, see them navigate, see their size, hear them breath, the first word that might very well come to your mind is prehistoric. What kind of ancient beast is this? How can this be? And very quickly you realize that this is not your home, this is not where you belong, and firearm or not, you are at a great disadvantage because you can’t survive in this wilderness but everything else around you can. You don’t live here, they do.
Mother Nature has her way of humbling the strongest of the strong, through her weather, her animals, her vastness, or any number or combination of these tests of endurance, skill, and flat out chance. Sometimes she gives you a gift and you make it through but it’s finding that little gift where the skill lies. Other times she’s merciless and it’s dumb luck that finds you home safely. And other times still you’ll never make it out.
But this man, he understands. He knows these things, he’s seen these things, he’s been thrown about and brought to his knees by these things countless times. And he’s taught me to be humbled by the wilderness around me I am humbled by him and the patience his life of hardships has engrained in him. He teaches not with words but with actions. Rarely has he told me to do something and when he does I gather he feels awkward. He’d rather I learn on my own, by observing.
Often I have gotten frustrated with his teaching method but now I’m beginning to understand – I have to make my own mistakes. At times it may take longer to learn and it might cause the student to throw his or her arms up in the air more than once, but once learned, it will never be forgotten.
To him, and to the wild around me, I am listening.