This book, in common with a lot of it's type, is really pitched at the American market and terrain. Having got that out of the way, it's also written in an extremely annoying conversational style as a way of "linking" the information on the "skills" being taught. Whilst is probably intended as a meditative thing (I vaguely recall from "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance" it being referred to as a "Chautauqua" or something) it tends to come across as tree-hugging hippie drivel - for that reason I haven't read about 60% of the book. Given it is lengthy descriptions of the author watching animals at play, or just staring dumbly at the landscape, it's hard to see why you would read it if, like me, you had bought it with the intent of learning the "skills" alluded to in the title.
Three stars really as the sections on processing deer carcasses and skins is (rightly) detailed and looks usable. Of course, our Thomas is too sensitive a soul to actually kill these animals, preferring to eat the bloated roadkill he finds (in a condition the British Deer Society would no doubt condemn as unfit for consumption), but hey, each to their own. Worth noting as well that his views on the potability of water (essentially that it's fine unless you can see it's like totally polluted, dude) are likely to get you killed. Someone who speaks about Giardia infection as casually as this guy, in the sort of "never did me any harm" tones in this book, has no idea about public health or infectious diseases. Suffice to say you should take your own bottle to casa elpel!