By extremely poor, I'm talking physically disabled/mentally unwell/severely addicted. My viewpoint is from a rural southern us perspective. You see someone walking or biking, the assumption is that there is something very wrong with them and that they are probably homeless or nearly so. The only time you don't assume that with bicyclists, is if they're wearing spandex on a touring bike or are a kid.

I'm a total redneck so I've had plenty of friends and acquaintances that dealt. One former friend, only man I've ever called brother, I rode shotgun for a few times when he was making big moves. (he fell down the rabbithole with conspiracy stuff, we don't really talk anymore, the brother I loved is gone)

I'm still adjusting to seeing so many people walking in my new home. Other than gas station/general stores, I'm used to stores being 30mi/48km away.

Anyhow, anybody moving product had to have a vehicle as a basic part of their trade. Like a shitbox civic and a Hipoint 9mm were a part of the starter kit or something.

You can get fresh fish, but, you usually pay a premium. Fresh farmed catfish and tilapia are common. Now that I think about it, that's a type of factory farming I'm actually pretty okay with. As far as I know, their suffering is minimal and the environmental impact can be minimal or even positive when they are used to clean wastewater or fed byproducts. But most freshwater fish simply cannot be purchased, you have to catch them due to the laws. I now live within 300mi/482km of the coast, which is close by my definitions.

So buffalo vs bison is a funny thing. The american buffalo and bison are the same animal. However, buffalo refers to the wild ones and bison is farmed. Market hunters gunned them all down on the plains and that extirpation largely led to regulated hunting. Rinella drew a tag for one of the last populations of actual wild buffalo up in Alaska. (This stuff is closely regulated and actually backed by population science, one of the areas of law I actially agree with) So, he had to hike up a partially frozen river and stalk a buffalo, process it, and then pack and raft it out. He did this solo. He wrote the book while he was living in Manhattan, IIRC.