The Suburban Bushwacker: From Fat Boy to Elk Hunter

A tubby suburban dad watching hunting and adventure shows on TV and wondering could I do that? This is the chronicle of my adventures as I learn to learn to Forage, Hunt and Fish for food that has lived as I would wish to myself - Wild and Free.

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Thursday, 27 September 2007

Those New Chestnuts

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Like the our pal the American Bushman I’m noticing the shift in the seasons; London was decidedly nippy today, and the prelude to last nigh...

Thursday, 20 September 2007

Running, Eggs, And Posts I Re-Read

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Last night I had a glimpse of the future, a bit like Scrooge seeing the Ghost of Running Club yet To Be….. And re-read some of my favorite b...

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Thursday, 13 September 2007

Edging Closer

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You must be wondering: when’s he going to get on with it? Where are the pictures of smashed targets and gleaming broadheads? Today saw a cou...

Wednesday, 12 September 2007

Sharpening and Reprofiling

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Oh the pain! Whinge-moan. Whinge. Moan. Running club! Battered. Whinge moan. Delicious fried food danced before my eyes. Imaginary Elk sn...

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Thursday, 30 August 2007

Sofa King Whacked

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It’s that time again: your pal SBW was forced off the sofa and the TV remote prised from his chubby little hand – “Off to the running club ...

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