What we call "prepping" was a way of daily routine when I was a kid. At least in my family.
Dad born in 1914 recalls the great depression and his combat in WWII quite well.
Dad and mom grew up in the foot hills of S.W. Penn. and both grew up raising
beef, milk cows, chickens, etc, and canning, smoking, drying, even foraging for foods.
I HATED doing those things when I was a kid and other kids made fun of us because those
kids didn't do those things.
Now I appreciate all I learned.
When I as young I was amazed at how stupid dad was.
Now I realize just how SMART he really was.
He didn't hunt much, rarely went fishing, never trapped furs but gave me 100% free access to
all that.
I learned on my own but without objection from my dad.
Fact is he bought me my first s.g. a bold action .410 single shot then later
a pump 20 gauge Mossberg.
I took a LOT of small game with those shotguns including ducks.
No one told me a .410 was too small for waterfowl so I went on my merry way taking
ducks with a .410 and later a single shot 20 gauge.
Lead shot was legal then.
Eventually I got a Remington 870 in 28 gauge and knocked the heck out of woodies
flushing off small rivers and creeks.
Woodies are so beautiful it's almost a shame to harvest them.
How beautiful.
Now I wish I had one mounted for posterity.