People do that every day. I took a 2 week vacation in the carribian to reject modern society. A guy can only sit behind a computer in a stuffy office for so long. I still don't see the problem. Hell if I could have, I would have stayed there, parked my ass on a beach, and fished every day until something in the ocean ate me or I droped dead from a rum and coke overdose I guess I don't get what the big deal is about disappearing into nature for an indefinate amount of time. Maybe it's because I'm confident in my ability to survive it. Believe me, If I didn't have a family to provide for I'd be down for it in a milisecond with no second thoughts. :beer2:
I've spent quite a bit of time in the mountains in Ferry County. I've seen plenty of people come from town thinking they could buy a few acres and live off the land. Most of them don't make it through the first winter. It's kind of funny to watch because they'll buy 20 acres and the first thing they always do is post "no tresspassing" signs and put up fences across easement roads. This invariably leads to confrontations with ranchers and hunters who use the easement roads. After a few run-ins with the law they usually settle down.
I know this is kind of off topic but it's relevant to the topic of recluse behavior. Anyhow, if I was going to try to live off the land in the mountains I sure as hell wouldn't waste my time throwing up fences. I'd use all my time building and improving my shelter and food storage. I think I'd like to have a pretty good stock of firewood too. I can remember cougar hunting in the winter when it was 17 below zero in the middle of the day.
We all like to think we could survive the wilderness for as long as neccessary but, I think the truth is that there are very few people with the strength and skills to make it more than a few weeks.
Matt Burke posted earlier in this thread that it was a "wonder that more people don't cut and run for the woods". My take is that most people are ill suited to survive more than a few days without the creature comforts to which we've become accustomed.
Now, me personally, well, I'm a big bad macho mountain man and I can whup a hungry wolf with one hand while I skin a deer with the other. I'm the meanest two legged son of a dog that ever walked this mountain and I ain't scared of nuthin that walks, flies or swims. Cougars step off the trail when they see me commin' and elk just lay down and surrender when I reach for my rifle. Now, if we're about done here, I'm a goin' next door to the tavern fer some vittles and a beer! :clown: :beer2: