Hans, you come over a tad bitter.
Yes, hearing the same woo over and over again, does tend to get me cranky.
Did I (or anybody) try to bring in the Noble Savage?
Yet you describe the exact same thing by any other name.
You lived a fantasy without the actual nasty parts like endemic warfare or periodic starvation, but have no problem saying that it _is_ the "old happiness of the cave." Not even similar or sort of like, but just is.
When I speak of the plenitude of nature, or at least my sense of it when getting a free lunch from the creek and the bushes, I'm describing something that still exists in my part of the world, with its thin population and abundant emptiness. I'm not calling myself or my fellow Wyomingoids particularly noble -- or savage either, come to that.
But you weren't saying you're living the happiness of modern day, post-industrial age Wyoming, but the "old happiness of the cave."
And you also apparently miss that that thin population and abundant emptiness only happened after the original inhabitants were driven out. Yet you seem to have no problem assuming that it was always so, and base some caveman fantasy on that mistake.
I recall my reading of the Journals of Lewis and Clark. They traversed the Great Plains and Mountain West -- my country -- at a time when the Indians had had horses and trade goods, including firearms, for nearly a hundred years, and were probably at the peak of their population and hunting efficiency. And yet, L & C described an immense territory overflowing with game: elk, antelope, deer, bears, and of course buffalo. (At times the air actually vibrated with the roaring of the buffalo bulls. I've heard this myself.) They also saw what they called "herds" of wolves, fifty at a time, moving fearlessly in daylight. Predators in those numbers would have to have plenty of prey.
1. But those wrote what impressed them, not conducted a study as to whether the density and distribution and movement patterns can actually support an abundant life for the people depending on them for food. Not to mention the sheer amount of territory those crossed. Seeing a herd in place X, doesn't say anything about the availability of game to the tribe in place Y, some 50 miles away.
2. Yes, in an age when the Indians already had horses and guns and most actually already lived in a mixed economy by trading with the whites. (E.g., for ammo for those guns.) Try going a couple hundred years back in time to doing that by foot and with a bow and arrow, or for that matter to before the bow and arrow if you want "old happiness of the cave." The bow and arrow actually arrived ridiculously late in the great plains.
3. Actual Indian tales actually include and often try to explain periods of starvation. Including at least one where the young murdered the elders for refusing to try to migrate to some other place where the tribe won't starve. (And subsequently were cursed with a vengeful spirit, apparently.)
4. Again, actual analysis of bone density indicates regular periods of extreme malnutrition.
I said that I lived in a mixed economy, not a pure hunting economy at all.
Yet you see no problem extrapolating that to _be_ the same as the pure hunter-gatherer "happiness."
Which is just as bogus as claiming that because I played in the snow as a kid, I know what it's like to be an eskimo.
But I believe we all lived a more satisfying life because we could -- we ****** had to -- get a significant amount of our provender using the old pre-agricultural ways. If it felt good to hunt and forage in our watered-down version of the Forest Primeval, think how it felt for the old-timers ca. 15,000 BC, when every prospect was bustin' with good things to eat.
And it's that kind of stonking silliness that makes me cranky. It felt good for you because it was basically entertainment. It was something you can do as an alternative to your daily job, and entirely carefree and without any obligations or repercussions. If you failed to come back with enough game one day, it just didn't matter: you just went to the fridge and got something else to eat.
Whereas for those primitive tribesmen, it wasn't leisure or entertainment, it was a full time job. And at that, one that could get them killed at any time. And one where failure meant your family including children went to sleep hungry. Again.
Basically it felt good for you _because_ you only lived a watered-down version of it.
Do you really think that hunting peoples lived in a constant state of fear and insecurity comparable to subsistence farmers?
Dunno about fear or insecurity, but think a life where you have anywhere between a third to two thirds chance to die murdered before even reaching 30. We're talking a murder rate exceding Colombia's (taken as the worst place on Earth in that aspect) by more than an order of magnitude. That's the old happiness you pine for.