Well, where to begin?
I went "camping" a lot when I was little. It wasn't backpacking; no one had a pack. We used two canvas tents with no floor. Those were the only specialized pieces of equipment that were used. Everything else came from the house, where it was in use daily, more or less. Cooking was on a fire, which was started with matches. No ax or knife was involved in anyway. All the firewood one could use in a week (a few trips were that long) was close at hand. All you had to do was drag it in. And all of this took place less than fifteen miles from home. We got there in a pickup truck but any vehicle with good ground clearance would have sufficed. Except for snakes, which I believe are illegal in the U.K., there were no wild animals. I have no idea who owned the property but these days it is within a state hunting and fishing preserve, otherwise known as a wildlife management area. That would have been in the 1950s.
Since then, and up to relatively recently, all of my outings away from home have been in National Parks and National Forests (which are totally different in every respect). No fires; lots of "gear" (kit). Lots of walking and no pickup truck. I have never heard, other than on this forum, the terms wild camping, hillwalking or bushcrafting (other than on bushcrafting forums). "Woodcraft" is the American expression but I've never heard anyone use that term, either.
Long distance hiking seems to be one particular form of hiking/camping that is the most achievement oriented. I don't do it. Ten or fifteen miles on the trail on an outing is quite enough to satisfy my modest ambitions. I also do not hunt or fish. These days I do more "outings" from my backdoor. I'm lucky to live where I can get in a two or three mile round trip hike through the woods. Sometimes, on a good day, I will "brew up," other days I'll just make coffee. And best of all, I can see just as much wildlife, deer mostly, as I would if I had gone a hundred miles away.
We had an exceptionally heavy snow here (East coast, U.S.) over the weekend, about 18 to 20 inches where I live, and that made for an interesting and really challenging tramp through the snow. I've resisted buying snowshoes because I would only get to use them once every three or four years, which is about as often as we have a snow heavy enough to close school. But get out I did and I even saw a deer. I sometimes wonder how often I see the same deer.
Men have been poring over their camping gear for decades. We used to enjoy reading about it in magazines and such articles were already being published before 1900. These days we read forums, too, including things about equipment. Why? Well, probably because that's all we are able to do. We don't get out nearly as much as we would like (or as much as we used to, it seems). Messing around with our little treasures when we aren't out getting them dirty and putting dents in them is what keeps us sane, or nearly so.
I'm the sort of person who would go into a convenience store (like at the gas/petrol station) and somehow manage to speak to everyone in the store by the time I leave, much to my wife's annoyance. Yet I never seem to have a real-life conversation (this is not real-life) with anyone about hiking, camping or anything like that. Mostly I talk to people about our kids.
Keep in mind that I'm not telling you everything here.