Wow, you've been an adventurous survivor! I spent my early childhood in rural North Dakota. My family's diet consisted mostly of anything we could hunt, catch (trapping and fishing) and gather from our enormous garden. We canned, pickled, smoked, and preserved as much as possible for the long, cold winters... Ah the days before Lucky Charms and Cocoa Puffs...
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Yep. I grew up in the Ozark mountains. Our property shared a boarder with the ozark national forest at the top of a mountain. As far as i could see to the south was land that could never be occupied. Obviously the aligator tale was eaten when we went down to LA on the bayou.
Fascinating! I can't imagine the killer views and adventures you had!
roughly 1.2 million acres. You could walk for days and never see another human
Have you seen the movie "Captain Fantastic"? Your childhood location sounds like the perfect place for that movie's filming.
Nope. never seen it. Is it on netflix?
I think it was, but I just checked and it's not on netflix currently. The title sounds like a superhero movie. It's actually about a couple with six kids who live off the grid in the wilderness. The dad is hard-core about training them in survival skills and knowledge: combat, hunting, athletic endurance, and reading about important topics. They're crazy fit and intelligent and it's hilarious when they encounter "regular" people in "civilized" society. Your descriptions of childhood had me picturing this guy training you to survive with no other humans for miles and miles.
Sounds pretty damn close. It was just me and my brother and what ever local kids were problem children that my parents would take in because their parents couldn't handle them or supply the basics (food, cloths, get them to school) for them properly. We cut firewood to stay warm in the winter as that was our heat. No central heat and deffenatly no A/C. Hunted and fished all the time, I suck at growing a garden. My dads favorite thing to do when us kids were being assholes or complaining we were bored was to have us move this giant pile of rocks from one side of the yard to the other. Never say you are bored. Ever.