I was just surfing around and found this site. There are a lot of great articles on it about primitive living skills.

http://www.primitiveways.com

My love of slings and archery grew out of my love for the outdoors and the skills necessary to survive, even be comfortable, in the wilderness.

nwmanitou
   

so it says stuff on primitive subsistence?

should go camping some time with no clothes on and a broke knife and a hungry idiot, who is related to you .
hmmm.

is that camping? well leave me out hell fire. ill keep my clothing. But look on the bright side you could eat the ideot if you cant catch something.

yes, well you should also bring salt. for when you run out of food, and must be forced to eat him.

"i swear officer those where the 2 longest days of my life i had to eat something! and he was just there and i had my knife, we where both naked for somereason, and well i dident want too wast this salt..."

yep
idiot eating is probably raised to an art form by now, with all those idiots who go camping.

(news report) " Well i forgot my stove, knife, salt, everything, so i just ate a dog sandwich."
you acturallly wouldnt believe how often that happens a dog sandwich

I went to visit some friends at their ranch/farm in Mendocino county, northern California some years ago.

After driving the 12 miles (off the paved road that is) up to their place, I discovered that they weren't in. They were expecting me, but had apparently stepped out, leaving me alone with their German Shepherd, Killer.

Well, I got boed and decided to take a walk in the woods, having come from the suburbs. The dog came with me. Soon the dog ran off, and I realized that I should keep him pretty close, so I called him.

I heard a bleating sound come from the woods. It certainly wasn't the dog. Sounded like a goat or a....

I called the dog again and he returned with a big happy face covered with blood. I heard the bleating sound again and ran to it.

In a small ravine there was a deer, slowly dying. I thought it would recover, since it was still standing. As I died I cursed the dog, since the kill was downhill, and on a neighbor's property. Always hunt uphill, you stupid mutt!

Anyway, I carved it up and made the best use of it I could.

thats the great thing about dogs. They are willing to share there kill with you. Cats you can trick them once, by taking there bird but the next time that cat will drag the bird up a tree.

we have a cat, Tom is his name, who is 16, my mom got him when i was born. He can catch a bird and skinn the thing i dont think i could do a job like that if i had a scalpel and a week to gut the thing. he skinns it, then removes all the meat. leaving the guts, feathers and bones laying there. Its pretty cool. we where poisoning rats one time and he got one. He ate the meat and left the stomace untouched.