
I just wanted to share these words from my good friend Caleb!
Tomahawk - scouts out!
The Wildness Within;Before I go too deep, I want to make this clear. This article (for lack of wanting to call it a rant), is not focused on Abos, Bushcrafters, Outdoors enthusiasts or the like. This is geared more towards a person who has dealt with the wilderness in a harsh way.
I've done my own little expeditions into the wilds. Some with groups, others with... classes, others on my own. The ones on my own were always the hardest, simply because I have a very vivid imagination. Once I think about an axe-wielding maniac, however unlikely, it is what I picture being behind my lean-to, or outside of my debris hut, when I know for a fact it is really the footfall of a mouse or grouse. That's part of the test I suppose. Not a test of manhood, but a test of wildness. Can you put away your primal fears to let logic and your true instincts kick in? If not, you may have done what I've done, and slept with your knife on your belt, or a tomahawk sunk into a bedlog within arm's reach. Not a coward, just sleeping with your bases covered.
We have all at one time or another been physically uncomfortable. It's human nature to say "hey, I'm not currently enjoying this". But usually we can grit our teeth and bare it until we can be more comfortable (it's what I did for my tattoos). Or we can bugger off and get away from the uncomfortable thing or things (like I did with most of my old schoolmates). Over 90% of those reading this can obviously go home to a warm, comfortable bed. I'm sure all of us when we were first trying this stuff out went home at 1 or 2 am saying "Screw it, next time I'll stay". What sent us home? Fear? Too cold? Too hungry? Missing of loved ones? None of them are shameful, they're equally the same, uncomfortable.
Most of the people who study survival and bushcraft are not new to the concepts of what is needed to survive. Fire, water, shelter, Positive Mental Attitude, and signals are basically the five things need to keep someone from dying within 72 hours. Food is useful, but not necessarily needed when those other needs have not been met. Again, we know this.
What really gets to a person? Simply, I say “The Wilds”. Other than exposure and dehydration, the only thing a survivor has against them is themselves. Panic, fear, depression, boredom, confusion and ego block the chance to enhance their chances of living by doing something productive. Rather, they sit by an ever dwindling fire, drinking untreated water because they are in too much of a hurry to properly care for it.. The list goes on.
Positive Mental Attitude to me, is accepting The Wilds. Not just saying “okay, I’m lost and in the wilderness.” But actually absorbing everything around you. The trees, the ferns, the stones, the birds, insects.. All of it.. Becoming for lack of a better term “One with Nature”. I’m not talking about spirituality, though it does play a part. I’m talking about opening those senses, accepting yourself as what you are, an animal, not in The Wilds… but an animal who is The Wilds. Instincts sharpen within hours of focusing on the natural landscape.. Even sense of smell can heighten.
Appreciate what The Wilds gives you.. For you’ve fought tooth and nail for it; If you eat cattails for a meal, don’t let a single piece burn up in the fire -you worked too damned hard to earn those calories- , and if it gets burned by accident, appreciate even the smallest, most charred morsel. A single drop of water can change your day from gloomy to brilliant once you begin to become The Wilds. The coarsest grass blanket, the lumpiest pine bough bed, become better than a goose down quilt or a memory foam mattress.
In a way, when you finally return to the modern world -whether you were only gone for a week, or a year -things seem different. A tap that pours clean, cold water is truly a revelation! Pre-made meals at a fast-food joint become shocking (and after a few meals of it.. Will shock you in the bathroom also). If you continue this trend enough.. Living as The Wilds, things change more and more drastically, but your appreciation and care grows just as fast and as severely.
I suppose, in a way The Wilds is Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. But it could just as easily be a rebirth. You could wake up at three in the morning in downtown Houston Texas, in the middle of Christmas and catch yourself swatting mosquitoes that are not there. You find yourself studying people in bars, not due to attraction, but studying their movement; how their tendons and muscles work to move and balance them, how they seem so ignorant of your presence -like a deer being stalked by you back in The Wilds with stone tipped arrows and an ash self bow -it becomes dark sometimes.
The Wilds takes. It takes your friends, who though not angry, will fade into the background. It takes your old life of comfort and warmth. It takes your feeling of safety in our modern civilization. It takes and takes until only a few things are left. No more warmth, just the cold. Skin and bones. Sticks and stones.
But The Wilds gives too; a sense of strength that never existed before. Heightening of senses and perceptions. The world, not just water, but the world, you could easily walk upon. You are The Wilds.. It is a very essence within you. You are no longer a being of false promises and make-belief comforts. You are strong as a stick, as durable as a stone. Your skin and bones are bark and wood. The Wilds gives more than you could ever ask for. Freedom, passion, love, strength, food, water, clothes, shelter -The Wilds is what is left.
Call it Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Call it “Going Bush”. Call it a reawakening. Call it whatever you want, The Wilds is real. The Wilds is outside every door, and inside every person.
Tread Softly, The Wilds is upon us.
Caleb "Oz" Musgrave