By most accounts that I've read here and on a few other forums, I've never left "backward".
I've never owned a custom knife--for that matter, I've never owned a "high end" production knife. I wouldn't know what the handle of a Bark River, Busse, Swamp Rat, Scrap Yard, Al Mar, Benchmade or TOPS even felt like (but oh boy do I dream about that Armageddon!)
I've never owned anything with the word "Columbia" on it. The one North Face shirt I own is a T-Shirt that was given to me as a gift. But then again, I've never exactly been to Canada or Alaska, either.
I own two tents, one from Wal-Mart, the other from K-Mart.
I've never own a camp stove, I've always cooked over an open fire or on coals in the ground--but I do have a lantern (that usually only gets used on family outings).
I guess I got lucky to get taught most of the stuff I know, and luckier still to be able to read something in a book and duplicate it (or so a friend of mine says).
I've never owned "ultralight" anything. Or anything boasting the latest in that line of design camping, hiking, backpackingwise.
I'm not knocking you guys who do own this stuff, who use it and depend on it. I guess my point is: I was raised--shall we say, a different way than most people my age-- and learned to make what I needed or make do with what I had, and modifiy it if I could. I wouldn't know what to do with half the stuff you guys show if I did have it!
And this is not to try to make myself sound like some minimalist snob, working class hero, backwoods George Sears, or hardluck poorboy survival type.
By all accounts and confessions I flat don't know where to even find these kinds of things, let alone would I be able to use them if I did! :foot:
You should have seen me trying to figure out how to use one of those collapsable stoves a friend of mine had. I looked like a monkey trying to hump a football or something. Until I finally got pissed, dug a pit, started a fire and cooked my way.
He thought it was funny as hell though. Then when he did show me how to set it up, I kept treating it all ginger like I was afraid I was going to break it. He thought that was even funnier.