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First, if this has been done, you all have my profuse apologies, as I cannot remember if I saw this here (I searched and came up empty) already, or whether it has just become such a desired subject-post idea that it just seems familiar.
From Horace Kephart's Camping and Woodcraft, Chapter VII, page 112, (thank you Bryan Breeden), I quote:
"No two men have the same "medicine." Mine is a porcelain teacup, minus the handle. It cost me much trouble to find one that would fit snugly inside the metal cup in which I brew my tea. Many's the time that it has all but slipped from my fingers and dropped upon a rock; many's the gibe that I have suffered for its sake. But I do love it. Hot indeed must be the sun, tangled the trail and weary the miles, before I forsake thee, O my frail, cool-lipped but ardent teacup!"
That is literally poetic. I admire Mr. Kephart for many things, the least of which is certainly not his ability to conjure his experience in our hearts. I consider him an iconic writer as much as an iconic woodsman myself.
Now, what in the world was THAT all about anyway? Chapter VII is titled "Light Camp Equipment." It seems a bit contrary to the subject that he might stray "off-topic" to discuss what little bit of pleasure one might go to extraordinary trouble to derive in spite of the imperative to NOT burden oneself with unnecessary "stuff" while in the wild. None the less, there is an important bit of wisdom in this passage. What is it? What is it to you?
Disregarding items of personal superstitions; a talisman, a fetish (as an object, not a behavioral pattern), or items you feel to posses "manna" or sympathetic magic, "lucky rabbit's feet" and the like, what one thing do you carry that meets some need other than the absolute, purely physiological maintenance of maintaining your core body temperature, or any of the "threes" of significance in a survival situation? What's your "medicine?"
I see things like tea bags in survival kits, which are possibly more about misplaced ideas of "nutrition" or "medicine" in the literal sense, but this is about what sooths you - something that provides a sense of comfort and well-being, if I might be so arrogant as to pretend to have understood completely, or further, to have adequately translated the idea here - hence the quotation above. There is text before and after the excerpt that I have included in this post quite worthy of reading, mainly pages 1 through 112 and pages 113 through 469. If you don't have it - get it. Dover sells it for next to nothing and, while all may not be completely synchronized with today's equipment, it is something to which you will find you can synchronize your thinking - or some of it.
So, "what's your medicine?"
Mine is my pipe, or pipes - a couple well-broken-in Nordings and a small pouch of some good Danish pipe tobacco. Not essential to my existence in the literal sense, but essential as seasoning to the experience - an enhancement to my enjoyment despite being cold, hungry, tired, dirty and wet.
From Horace Kephart's Camping and Woodcraft, Chapter VII, page 112, (thank you Bryan Breeden), I quote:
"No two men have the same "medicine." Mine is a porcelain teacup, minus the handle. It cost me much trouble to find one that would fit snugly inside the metal cup in which I brew my tea. Many's the time that it has all but slipped from my fingers and dropped upon a rock; many's the gibe that I have suffered for its sake. But I do love it. Hot indeed must be the sun, tangled the trail and weary the miles, before I forsake thee, O my frail, cool-lipped but ardent teacup!"
That is literally poetic. I admire Mr. Kephart for many things, the least of which is certainly not his ability to conjure his experience in our hearts. I consider him an iconic writer as much as an iconic woodsman myself.
Now, what in the world was THAT all about anyway? Chapter VII is titled "Light Camp Equipment." It seems a bit contrary to the subject that he might stray "off-topic" to discuss what little bit of pleasure one might go to extraordinary trouble to derive in spite of the imperative to NOT burden oneself with unnecessary "stuff" while in the wild. None the less, there is an important bit of wisdom in this passage. What is it? What is it to you?
Disregarding items of personal superstitions; a talisman, a fetish (as an object, not a behavioral pattern), or items you feel to posses "manna" or sympathetic magic, "lucky rabbit's feet" and the like, what one thing do you carry that meets some need other than the absolute, purely physiological maintenance of maintaining your core body temperature, or any of the "threes" of significance in a survival situation? What's your "medicine?"
I see things like tea bags in survival kits, which are possibly more about misplaced ideas of "nutrition" or "medicine" in the literal sense, but this is about what sooths you - something that provides a sense of comfort and well-being, if I might be so arrogant as to pretend to have understood completely, or further, to have adequately translated the idea here - hence the quotation above. There is text before and after the excerpt that I have included in this post quite worthy of reading, mainly pages 1 through 112 and pages 113 through 469. If you don't have it - get it. Dover sells it for next to nothing and, while all may not be completely synchronized with today's equipment, it is something to which you will find you can synchronize your thinking - or some of it.
So, "what's your medicine?"
Mine is my pipe, or pipes - a couple well-broken-in Nordings and a small pouch of some good Danish pipe tobacco. Not essential to my existence in the literal sense, but essential as seasoning to the experience - an enhancement to my enjoyment despite being cold, hungry, tired, dirty and wet.
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