Wednesday, 8 June 2011

Survival In The Bush: When Bears Eat Your Dinner



Shot in 1954, Bob Anderson a producer with NFB and Angus Baptiste, his guide and minder, are given a thorough drenching and then left dripping wet in the bush with just an axe and Baptiste's knowledge and ingenuity to keep them going while Baptiste rustles up a birchbark canoe for them to travel home in.

Shamelessly hammed up for the camera [in a far more honest way than todays 'reality' TV] but still informative, and interesting to see how Bushcraft was portrayed on TV nearly 60 years ago. We've come a long way, but are we traveling in the right direction?

More soon
SBW 

8 comments:

  1. Excellent, I love it. Thank you.
    http://woodsrunnersdiary.blogspot.com/

    I have added your link to my blog.
    Regards, Keith.

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  2. That was awesome! I just wonder how many folks could get by as well as Mssr Baptiste with nothing more than an axe.

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  3. Phillip
    Puts your average bushcrafter, with his mountain of kit, to shame eh?
    SBW

    On the subject of which...........TBC

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  4. Angus's skills are indeed impressive, but, let's see, they kill a bear just to demonstrate a deadfall trap. Then they have a cub (the dead bear's, if it was a sow--they don't tell us), and it runs off, wearing a collar that might choke it to death if it lives long enough to grow.

    Nice work.

    Or did the unseen crew members re-capture and cub for life in a zoo while the adult bear's tanned skin ended up in the living room of the National Film Board's chief executive?

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  5. Chas
    TV might now only torture morons for our entertainment, but someone or something always suffers for us.
    SBW

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  6. Ahaha this is hilarious. I loved all that stuff he tried to stash in his pockets.

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  7. Should have just spear hunted him! haha!
    Check it out!

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C4_PoTehPTQ

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You're welcome to disagree, life would be way too boring if we all agreed with each other and we'd never learn anything.
I like to think that we're all grown up enough to argue every last point, right down to the bone, without bearing a grudge afterwards.



Come on in the waters lovely
SBW