My name is Seth and this blog will serve as my soapbox from which I will try to describe my trials and tribulations in the world of hillbilliness (I think they should add that to dictionary). We live in a modern world of specialists (my college learned specialties being history and accounting; I will probably explain that combination later) where we generally focus our expertise in one specific vocation. While there is nothing wrong with specialization, in fact civilization as we know it depends on it, there is a deep seated desire in many of us to go back to a simpler time where a person could live without the trappings of civilization. Thus I give my ode to the hillbilly. From the defiant moonshiner to the philosophical ascetic, the hillbilly is a person who lives on his or her own terms.

I would like to state first and foremost that I am a survival and bushcraft enthusiast; I do not claim to be an expert. I have spent many years reading books published by experts. Some of them were good and some of them were terrible, and I ultimately came to the conclusion that reading about bushcraft is not the same as actually knowing bushcraft. With that insight I have since been striving to apply my book learning to the pursuit of gaining practical experience in the ever glamorous hillbilly lifestyle.

My goal in all of this shenanigans is to someday be able to wander into the forest and live indefinitely using only the resources of nature, the knowledge in my head, and a few rolls of quilted toilet paper (for all of modern societies faults, we did get that one right). I can say with all honesty that I have a long ways to go.

One of my great frustrations in reading about bushcraft and survival is that most books tend to be pretty general and can skip over some important details that might make the difference between success and failure. I will try to share insights that I have gained through experience to hopefully ease the paths of those who are attempting to lean these skills for themselves.

My focus will be on survival and bushcraft (which I would probably define as survival for an indefinite period), but I will also try to include my experiences as a devout canoeist, mediocre fisherman, causal brewer (but enthusiastic drinker!), any other topic that I think might prove interesting to all of you out there.

I live in northern Minnesota, a place known for iron mining, the Boundary Water Canoe Area Wilderness, and the ubiquitous “You Betcha!” The Greek poet Hesiod once described his hometown as “miserable in winter, sultry in summer, and beautiful at no time of year.” While the Minnesota winter has made Sorels acceptable business attire, and summer often brings hordes of mosquitoes and black flies that make a flak cannon seem like a reasonable purchase, it is my home and it is truly beautiful.


If you are good, someday I might tell you where this place is…