My 9 year old son and I enjoy watching all these survival shows. It gets him interested in something other than video games and we have a great time practicing some of the basic stuff in our day hikes. I also get to take advantage of some "teachable moments" when someone does something off the wall for dramatic effect ("Son, see what Bear just did? Don't do that.)
Man, Women, Wild is the only survival show my wife will watch with us. I think it's because she can identify with Mrs. Hawke. My wife is a very kind, soft-hearted girl who grew up in NYC. She's not into turtles, but if something small and fury ever wondered into our camp, she'd be right there pleading for its life. She was very much the city girl when we were first married. We live in a semi-rural area with 200+ acres of forest behind our home. We often get all kinds of critters around our house that she wasn't all that familiar with at first.
This should illustrate my point. One day, not long after we first moved into our house, my wife and I were in the kitchen. She was cutting up some stuff for dinner and I was at the table reading the mail. Suddenly I hear her shriek and I jump to my feet reacting like she's under attack. There she is, knife on guard to protect herself in case whatever horrible thing she had just seen lunged at her, pointing with the other hand towards the floor near the dishwasher and trying to get some word out that sounded like "mau...mau...mau." When I finally got her calmed down, she said she had seen a mouse, but a really strange one.
"It had racing stripes," was the way she described it.
"Honey," I replied, "that's called a chipmunk."
Regards,
Bill McGrath