Although I'm a city rat, I've been into camping and the outdoors since forever. My dad use to take me and my brother to hunting trips to a Federal Preserve island near the west coast of Puerto Rico (during hunting season, of course

) in primitive camping fashion, then it was the Scouts, and after that, camping trips. But what really got me, not only interested, but involved and committed to learn and develop survival skills, was 911.
Maybe my case sounds like Post-traumatic stress disorder (no, I was not in New York when it happened), and sometimes I think it is a combination of PTSD and middle age crisis, but after 911 I realized how unprepared I was to provide and protect my family in case of natural (or not so natural) disaster. I started to spend more time with a survivalist friend who pointed me in the right direction, and the rest is history. (By the way, I am not a survivalist, not that there is anything wrong with that mind set. I am what some call survival minded.)
Sorry for the long post, but for me getting involved in preparedness and survival is not just a hobby. I see it as one of the mayor turning points in my life.
Now, if there is a psychiatrist in the house...
