"The next step is my bushcraft rite of passage: pulling the bird’s head off. At the tender age of 38 I become a man of the woods with a couple of simple twists. The maiming I’m OK with, but what is revealed beneath almost causes a gag. Small black pellets are overflowing from the flaccid entrance to the oesophagus and my childish apprehension leads to the thought that my pigeon is full of another animals’ leavings."
"Crouched like stalking ninjas and with a similar efficiency of movement. It was all deft flicks of the wrist rather than an agricultural swinging of the rod, and with a mere three seconds between casts they were able to cover sizeable sections of the river quite quickly.
"If, like me, you’ve looked at fishing as an excuse to laze around in the sun, then reassess. Stillness by a river might be conducive to a certain kind of meditative state, but the zen we search for in the outdoors is much heightened by having a focus."
"It is in arboreal locomotion – movement through the forest – that these principles connect to primitive skills and bushcraft. Lots of people climb rock faces, but rocks are low in resources compared to the woods, where we find the raw materials for many of the morning activities of the course; making fire by friction using a wooden bow drill, learning axe skills to process fuel for the fire, whittling tools from green wood, and trees provide the habitat for much of our food."