About

This site follows my adventures into nature, tracking and bushcraft as I try and get as close to the natural environment as I can

without being unduly uncomfortable.

I’m not an expert nor do I aim to teach people. Although I have teaching qualifications, there are people with more bushcraft skills than me who can do a better job.

I’m just an enthusiast willing to share my adventures of trying to be at home in the British woodland. What skills I have learnt I have learnt through trial and error and through those good people willing to pass on their experiences.

I hope through this journal, I can in some way do the same for others. I have much, much more to learn and much, much more to explore so…
Follow me on this journey into both the known and the unknown worlds of bushcraft and nature.

About me
I served in the British Army for 12 years. Here I picked up the rudiments of living off the land, field skills and a few survival and tracking skills. After leaving the forces, I carried on these skills but related them more to watching wildlife and suppose I was what was then termed as a survivalist.

When the term bushcraft was popularised, I realised that these philosophies suited mine quite nicely and I was inspired by the additional elements of craft skills which I’m trying to catch up on.

Wildlife and tracking remain my favourite disciplines and I’ve had the privilege of learning with Ian “Max” Maxwell of Shadowhawk.

About

This site follows my adventures into nature, tracking and bushcraft as I try and get as close to the natural environment as I can

without being unduly uncomfortable.

I’m not an expert nor do I aim to teach people. Although I have teaching qualifications, there are people with more bushcraft skills than me who can do a better job.

I’m just an enthusiast willing to share my adventures of trying to be at home in the British woodland. What skills I have learnt I have learnt through trial and error and through those good people willing to pass on their experiences.

I hope through this journal, I can in some way do the same for others. I have much, much more to learn and much, much more to explore so…
Follow me on this journey into both the known and the unknown worlds of bushcraft and nature.

About me
I served in the British Army for 12 years. Here I picked up the rudiments of living off the land, field skills and a few survival and tracking skills. After leaving the forces, I carried on these skills but related them more to watching wildlife and suppose I was what was then termed as a survivalist.

When the term bushcraft was popularised, I realised that these philosophies suited mine quite nicely and I was inspired by the additional elements of craft skills which I’m trying to catch up on.

Wildlife and tracking remain my favourite disciplines and I’ve had the privilege of learning with Ian “Max” Maxwell of Shadowhawk.

Strange Coincidences

I've just started reading "Holding the Zero" by Gerald Seymour about a British sniper working in northern Iraq. The first coincidence came when, the very same day I started the book, my father sent me a cutting from an old school magazine (we went to the same school). It was a photo of him and his mates in the Combined Cadet Force shooting team competing at Bisley in 1946.

My father was a particularly good shot with the rifle and went on to shoot regularly at Bisely competitions when in the Army.  Bisely in Hampshire has become the epitome of shooting elite in the UK. Seymour makes reference to Bisley as his main character's training ground of choice.

I seem to have inherited "the eye" and although not as successful as the old man, I had my share of successes when I joined the mob managing marksman qualification a few years in a row, allowing me to wear the crossed rifles on the sleeve of my best uniform.

Now the final strange coincidence. On Saturday, the same day I received the cutting (the same day I started the book if you remember) I was wandering into Poor Park woods when I met Rob who was the gamekeeper for the woods. Rob's job went when the landowner decided no longer to rear pheasants. Happily, Rob was able to keep the Gamekeeper's cottage and still has run of the land. He and I exchange pleasantries as I pass the cottage on the way into the woods.

Rob happened to be cleaning what looked like a rifle and we naturally got into conversation about guns. I know nothing about non-military rifles so I was keen to examine what turned out to be a Ruger M77 .246 calibre (I think that's what it was - forgive me if I'm not quite correct). The weapon had a smart looking telescopic sight and a sound moderator (sometimes erroneously called a silencer).

Rob must have sensed my interest and he invited me to have a shoot. We walked to an empty field where he put up two plastic barrels with crosses inscribed as targets at about 150 yards.

He had a glint in his eye as he offered me the weapon to go first at the left hand target. I resigned myself that I'd just be happy to hit the target. 20 years without holding a rifle is no match for someone who has been shooting on a regular basis for 20 years. Pistols, yes; Rifles, no.

I tried desperately to remember the 4 marksmanship principles, but I could only manage one. The weapon must be pointing naturally at the target without undue physical effort. Of course, archery practice helped... the shot must be followed through... (something or other).

The two shots rang out even through the fitted sound moderator. The calibre is heavy enough to take out Muntjac downwards, but of course it didn't have the kick of a military weapon.  Rob took over for his shots. Of course I was proved right, but even Rob seemed impressed as I grouped 2 inches to his 1 1/2 inches. We had a few more rounds at 150 yards and then came back to 50 yards where we both ended up getting pretty close to the cross.

 

I was having a great time. That was until Rob told me that each shot cost a quid (one pound). Maybe I'll stick to bows and arrows!

The rest of the day was a blur as I went through the motions of watching wildlife. Every rabbit I saw had cross hairs on it!

Thus finished a day of strange coincidences. There must be a message in there somewhere. How much are Ruger rifles?

Pablo.

Strange Coincidences

I've just started reading "Holding the Zero" by Gerald Seymour about a British sniper working in northern Iraq. The first coincidence came when, the very same day I started the book, my father sent me a cutting from an old school magazine (we went to the same school). It was a photo of him and his mates in the Combined Cadet Force shooting team competing at Bisley in 1946.

My father was a particularly good shot with the rifle and went on to shoot regularly at Bisely competitions when in the Army.  Bisely in Hampshire has become the epitome of shooting elite in the UK. Seymour makes reference to Bisley as his main character's training ground of choice.

I seem to have inherited "the eye" and although not as successful as the old man, I had my share of successes when I joined the mob managing marksman qualification a few years in a row, allowing me to wear the crossed rifles on the sleeve of my best uniform.

Now the final strange coincidence. On Saturday, the same day I received the cutting (the same day I started the book if you remember) I was wandering into Poor Park woods when I met Rob who was the gamekeeper for the woods. Rob's job went when the landowner decided no longer to rear pheasants. Happily, Rob was able to keep the Gamekeeper's cottage and still has run of the land. He and I exchange pleasantries as I pass the cottage on the way into the woods.

Rob happened to be cleaning what looked like a rifle and we naturally got into conversation about guns. I know nothing about non-military rifles so I was keen to examine what turned out to be a Ruger M77 .246 calibre (I think that's what it was - forgive me if I'm not quite correct). The weapon had a smart looking telescopic sight and a sound moderator (sometimes erroneously called a silencer).

Rob must have sensed my interest and he invited me to have a shoot. We walked to an empty field where he put up two plastic barrels with crosses inscribed as targets at about 150 yards.

He had a glint in his eye as he offered me the weapon to go first at the left hand target. I resigned myself that I'd just be happy to hit the target. 20 years without holding a rifle is no match for someone who has been shooting on a regular basis for 20 years. Pistols, yes; Rifles, no.

I tried desperately to remember the 4 marksmanship principles, but I could only manage one. The weapon must be pointing naturally at the target without undue physical effort. Of course, archery practice helped... the shot must be followed through... (something or other).

The two shots rang out even through the fitted sound moderator. The calibre is heavy enough to take out Muntjac downwards, but of course it didn't have the kick of a military weapon.  Rob took over for his shots. Of course I was proved right, but even Rob seemed impressed as I grouped 2 inches to his 1 1/2 inches. We had a few more rounds at 150 yards and then came back to 50 yards where we both ended up getting pretty close to the cross.

 

I was having a great time. That was until Rob told me that each shot cost a quid (one pound). Maybe I'll stick to bows and arrows!

The rest of the day was a blur as I went through the motions of watching wildlife. Every rabbit I saw had cross hairs on it!

Thus finished a day of strange coincidences. There must be a message in there somewhere. How much are Ruger rifles?

Pablo.

McCandless - A Note For Dreamers

I've just finished the book "Into the Wild" by Jon Krakauer. I saw the film and was impressed by the cinematography and story. Of course, the book delves deeper and tries to explore the rationale behind Chris McCandless's travels; his state of mind and beliefs and eventual death by starvation in the Alaskan wilderness.

 

I wasn't really too surprised that the book tried to defend what others call plain foolishness or folly especially as it was written by a fellow adventurer. McCandless was full of youthful bravado. He was idealistic and headstrong and some might say say foolish and naive. But he was also young, intelligent and fit. It's too easy to dismiss him as an idiot.

McCandless's idea was to walk into the Alaskan wilderness with minimal provisions and equipment and survive by living off the land. Perhaps something that many of us aspire to; but maybe not in Alaska!

The fact was that he didn't survive and nor did a myriad of others who have tried to do the same. Some of these excursions were also described in some detail in the book.

Rosellini summed up his failure in a letter to a friend before he committed suicide as reported by Krakauer:

   " I began my adult life with the hypothesis that it would be possible to become a Stone Age native... I learned that it is not possible for human beings as we know them to live off the land." [p76]

So why are these extended, lonely excursions into the wilderness doomed to failure and could we, with our knowledge of bushcraft and survival, do any better?

I expect a few reading this would say that they would prepare themselves better and that they would ensure that they have the requisite knowledge and skills to deal with the conditions they would undoubtedly encounter. They might say, "I've done the course, got the T-Shirt" and "survived" with just billy and blanket. As a minimum, we would at least take some emergency equipment. After all, McCandless didn't even bother with a map. He learnt no skills prior to his adventure, except for a bit of game prep. Instead he decided to learn "on the hoof" from books taken into the wilderness with him.

But are even the most experienced and skilled bushcrafters or survivalists just kidding themselves when it comes to true survival and living in the wilderness? A behind the scenes look at a Survivorman episode shows how much preparation goes into a trip. Despite the one-man presentation in a seemingly empty wilderness, locations are carefully selected and skills are learnt from a local survival expert just days before he walks in.

I suggest that survival situations are impossible to replicate. A week long course may give you a few ideas (for that particular environment) but would that be enough?

I don't believe knowledge and skills are enough. It has to be something more. In fact I consider that it's two factors. Firstly, there must be a will to survive; not just to get by and live off the land for a short time, but to actually live and survive long term (in fact shouldn't the words "live" and "survive" be used synonymously?)

Contrary to the film and book, it has been shown that there were no toxins in McCandless's body, therefore the fact that his starvation was blamed on misidentification of a plant and eating the poisonous seed pods from that plant is probably not correct. In my mind this is perhaps an excuse to blame his naivity for his death.

I believe McCandless just gave up. This isn't hard to do and anyone who has been in even a vaguely similar situation might know what I mean. I'm not an expert on survival physiology or psychology by any means but I have been an expedition leader and I have seen and experienced this syndrome. Even mild exposure in the UK's lowland hills will cause the victim to curl up in a ball while the body attempts to shut down some essential systems. If you multiply this by prolonged failure to find proper nourishment and a prolonged state of solitude in a place like Alaska, it won't be long before the body and more significantly the mind starts to give up and eventually fail.

It's not easy to recover from the downward spiral of demotivation. I'm not suggesting McCandless committed suicide (and the book goes to great lengths to dismiss these suggestions.) McCandless in fact had made up his mind to walk out; he'd had enough but then so did Rosellini. But by then it was all too late. Put up what looks to be like an impenetrable barrier (in McCandless's case it was a swollen river) and it would seem like the end of the world. He, like Rosellini, had reached the point of no return.

Examples of successful survival in extreme cases are well documented and the most successful psychological strategy has apparently been built firmly on a will, a motivation or a need to survive - an aim, a focus, a love, a family at home, a determination not to fail. McCandless had none of these or at least thought he didn't and this slowly eroded away his determination to succeed.

This brings me to the second contributing factor as to why extended wilderness living fails. This is solitude. I've often questioned the rule of three's where the final "three" is the sweeping statement that you can't survive more than three months without human contact. Perhaps a little extreme but there must be a basis for it. I'm sure many of us dream of living in the wilderness alone with the minimum of kit as did McCandless. But this dream is of course nonsense. Human contact and belonging is a basic human requirement, if not in the short term, then definitely long term. Sure, there have been some examples of people living alone but these are few and far between.

Even disregarding the psychological aspects of lack of human contact and the basic human survival requirement of belonging, there's also an obvious practical aspect. We have previously survived in the wilderness as part of a tribe or clan or family. We worked together, formed hunting parties, shared tasks and split our daily workload and chores, built communities and relied on each other.

Whether they had the skills or not, McCandless and the others lived out the dream of solitude. Perhaps this was their demise. Perhaps we shouldn't make it ours.

Pablo.

McCandless - A Note For Dreamers

I've just finished the book "Into the Wild" by Jon Krakauer. I saw the film and was impressed by the cinematography and story. Of course, the book delves deeper and tries to explore the rationale behind Chris McCandless's travels; his state of mind and beliefs and eventual death by starvation in the Alaskan wilderness.

 

I wasn't really too surprised that the book tried to defend what others call plain foolishness or folly especially as it was written by a fellow adventurer. McCandless was full of youthful bravado. He was idealistic and headstrong and some might say say foolish and naive. But he was also young, intelligent and fit. It's too easy to dismiss him as an idiot.

McCandless's idea was to walk into the Alaskan wilderness with minimal provisions and equipment and survive by living off the land. Perhaps something that many of us aspire to; but maybe not in Alaska!

The fact was that he didn't survive and nor did a myriad of others who have tried to do the same. Some of these excursions were also described in some detail in the book.

Rosellini summed up his failure in a letter to a friend before he committed suicide as reported by Krakauer:

   " I began my adult life with the hypothesis that it would be possible to become a Stone Age native... I learned that it is not possible for human beings as we know them to live off the land." [p76]

So why are these extended, lonely excursions into the wilderness doomed to failure and could we, with our knowledge of bushcraft and survival, do any better?

I expect a few reading this would say that they would prepare themselves better and that they would ensure that they have the requisite knowledge and skills to deal with the conditions they would undoubtedly encounter. They might say, "I've done the course, got the T-Shirt" and "survived" with just billy and blanket. As a minimum, we would at least take some emergency equipment. After all, McCandless didn't even bother with a map. He learnt no skills prior to his adventure, except for a bit of game prep. Instead he decided to learn "on the hoof" from books taken into the wilderness with him.

But are even the most experienced and skilled bushcrafters or survivalists just kidding themselves when it comes to true survival and living in the wilderness? A behind the scenes look at a Survivorman episode shows how much preparation goes into a trip. Despite the one-man presentation in a seemingly empty wilderness, locations are carefully selected and skills are learnt from a local survival expert just days before he walks in.

I suggest that survival situations are impossible to replicate. A week long course may give you a few ideas (for that particular environment) but would that be enough?

I don't believe knowledge and skills are enough. It has to be something more. In fact I consider that it's two factors. Firstly, there must be a will to survive; not just to get by and live off the land for a short time, but to actually live and survive long term (in fact shouldn't the words "live" and "survive" be used synonymously?)

Contrary to the film and book, it has been shown that there were no toxins in McCandless's body, therefore the fact that his starvation was blamed on misidentification of a plant and eating the poisonous seed pods from that plant is probably not correct. In my mind this is perhaps an excuse to blame his naivity for his death.

I believe McCandless just gave up. This isn't hard to do and anyone who has been in even a vaguely similar situation might know what I mean. I'm not an expert on survival physiology or psychology by any means but I have been an expedition leader and I have seen and experienced this syndrome. Even mild exposure in the UK's lowland hills will cause the victim to curl up in a ball while the body attempts to shut down some essential systems. If you multiply this by prolonged failure to find proper nourishment and a prolonged state of solitude in a place like Alaska, it won't be long before the body and more significantly the mind starts to give up and eventually fail.

It's not easy to recover from the downward spiral of demotivation. I'm not suggesting McCandless committed suicide (and the book goes to great lengths to dismiss these suggestions.) McCandless in fact had made up his mind to walk out; he'd had enough but then so did Rosellini. But by then it was all too late. Put up what looks to be like an impenetrable barrier (in McCandless's case it was a swollen river) and it would seem like the end of the world. He, like Rosellini, had reached the point of no return.

Examples of successful survival in extreme cases are well documented and the most successful psychological strategy has apparently been built firmly on a will, a motivation or a need to survive - an aim, a focus, a love, a family at home, a determination not to fail. McCandless had none of these or at least thought he didn't and this slowly eroded away his determination to succeed.

This brings me to the second contributing factor as to why extended wilderness living fails. This is solitude. I've often questioned the rule of three's where the final "three" is the sweeping statement that you can't survive more than three months without human contact. Perhaps a little extreme but there must be a basis for it. I'm sure many of us dream of living in the wilderness alone with the minimum of kit as did McCandless. But this dream is of course nonsense. Human contact and belonging is a basic human requirement, if not in the short term, then definitely long term. Sure, there have been some examples of people living alone but these are few and far between.

Even disregarding the psychological aspects of lack of human contact and the basic human survival requirement of belonging, there's also an obvious practical aspect. We have previously survived in the wilderness as part of a tribe or clan or family. We worked together, formed hunting parties, shared tasks and split our daily workload and chores, built communities and relied on each other.

Whether they had the skills or not, McCandless and the others lived out the dream of solitude. Perhaps this was their demise. Perhaps we shouldn't make it ours.

Pablo.

A Face Only a Mother Could Love

Last week, Clive commented on the face shining out from the poncho like a beaming beacon! I totally agreed that this tends to spoil the otherwise reasonable camo effect.

I rectified this by nipping into the local airgun and camo shop during the week and bought a balaclava head type thing (the only way I can describe it). I thought about a face net, but as I wear specs, this might prove a little difficult to wear without getting tangled up.

I was a little dubious about wearing it, and terrified myself when I looked in the mirror. This is a garment that can only be worn in the woods!

Did it work? Well, despite not seeing very much wildlife on Saturday (in fact the total mammal sightings in 4 hours was one Grey squirrel) I ventured out to the woods today and spent a good few hours waiting patiently for the Fallow deer to appear. When that failed, I walked slowly and quietly around the outskirts of the wood and came across a Muntjac... again.

He seemed to be oblivious of me and I followed him at a distance of about 30 yards for a good 250 yards through the woods when he came to rest and turned to look straight at me. Like last week, I was on my knees but face on to the Muntjac this time. It was only when I moved sightly to the left that I noticed he had caught up with his mate, a darker female.

I've always thought of Muntjac as slightly ugly; a face that only a mother could love, but after studying this male for a good while I've kind of changed my mind. The facial markings are quite striking and actually quite nice. Anyway, I can talk! Mine's so ugly, I have to cover it completely so as not to scare everything off!

After a while, amazingly, he laid down while his mate kept watch. I swapped between still and video mode on the camera. There were some annoying branches in the way and I tried desperately for a better position. There was just no way I could get any closer. Every slight movement I made (I made a couple of deliberate ones to get a reaction) and the head snapped up and tried to make out what I was.

I've always thought of Muntjac as slightly ugly; a face that only a mother could love, but after studying this male for a good while I've kind of changed my mind. The facial markings are quite striking and actually quite nice. Anyway, I can talk! Mine's so ugly, I have to cover it completely so as not to scare everything off!

After a good while (it must have been 5 minutes) he got up and they were off. I lost them almost immediately in the tall undergrowth.

Munjacs

I'd like to think my camo balaclava helped. It certainly didn't do any harm and, stupid as it looks, it will now be a permanent part of my tracking/wildlife watching kit. I just won't go to the pub with it on!

Thanks for the visit.

Pablo.