For years, my “tracking” skills began and ended with pointing at a vague depression in the mud and declaring,...

My survival skills were honed in the urban jungle, where the most potent herb I foraged was the slightly-old-but-still-fine...

Let’s get one thing straight: I am not what you’d call “handy in the wilderness.” My idea of “roughing...

I’m the guy who once tried to impress a date by building a debris hut in my suburban backyard. The relationship...

I am the person who, on my first solo camping trip, tried to impress a squirrel with my knife-throwing...

My first foray into “bushcraft navigation” involved confidently striding into a familiar woodland, only...

I was deep in the woods, feeling profoundly at one with nature. I’d built a shelter, foraged some questionable...

My first foray into “long-term wilderness living” lasted about 36 hours. I’d watched the documentaries,...

Me, five years ago. Not in a cozy café, but perched on a lichen-covered boulder in the middle of a forest...

My relationship with the great outdoors is a passionate, but often one-sided, love affair. I see majestic...