When our youngest son was 17 he ran away from home and became traveling soap salesmen. He met a gal who had been kicked out of the house and they traveled around Canada making 6 to 8 thousand dollars a month selling soap. Some were along the way they started doing coke and eventually tried meth. Not to long after that they were pawning the jewelry and then living in a tent in the woods. Living in the woods was the best of times and the worst of times for them because it made them think they better get straight so they used their survival skills to make a nice home in the woods. (things like get a skid to get the tent off the ground est.) One evening a guy that they owed drug money to showed up with a gun and gave them a choice die in the woods or to go over to her fathers house then force the father to give up his bank card and pin #. After the trial her father gave her some fatherly advice which was find a small Island to hide on because the guy is going to kill you next time. So they called ma and pa up to see if they could stay with us for awhile. For a couple seconds I considered saying no because I heard about their life in the woods and the gun thingy plus it was harvest time and I was afraid they would rip me off. But I said yes and knew in my heart some day we would laugh about it. To make a long story short they didn’t rip me off and eventually got jobs in Saskatchewan and bought a house. After 7 years I have finally stopped worrying about them getting mixed up again. And a simple Fire bow is what showed me it was time. Last week they drove down for a visit and one of the things my son did was make a Fire bow to make a camp fire and said to his gal – to bad I didn’t know how to do this when we lived in the woods then we all laughed and laughed. (he learned how to make a fire bow from watching a survival show on their flat screen. Cheers!