Paul.. It's a possibility depending how things pan out. I started in the bush, learned some stuff, went on the rails for awhile then went back to the brush. Nobody fucks with you in the brush. Out of sight out of mind. Well, mostly nobody fucks with you.
Gypsy.. Most difficult thing to face was boredom n loneliness. As long as your doing something it's good. I had a few visitors that brought me in stuff but definitely a lonely life. My diet was highly carnivorous. I hunted with the seasons and trapped what I could. Also have a small game rifle, shotgun and crossbow. I was for the most part legal with the conservation laws. Deer, turkey, quial, squirrel, coon, and trading with a farm. Also, planted a small garden and some wild plants.. Morel mushrooms are plentiful as well.. I have a mountain bike to get into town occasionally for stuff but once you have a diet like this, one processed food item can take your bowels for an instant tornado ride.
I cut firewood for alittle cash, made brain tanned items, painted skulls, decorative knots, bead work...ect..... I wasn't secluded all the time. The mushroom pickers that ended my stay were rude as hell and that I was destroying the beauty by having my dirty carcass out there. I've seen them out there a few times and picked up their garbage more then once. Oh well, find a new place.