No, not the political kind, although I am one of those as well.
This is the "conservator of stuff" kind, or, save what you’ve got ‘till you REALLY need it.
So- In April (no bugs, no leaves) of each year, I begin my logging operation, with the prospect of felling, bucking, & splitting all the firewood we will need for the following year. I say following year because I keep two years’ usage on hand; i.e., this year I cut for winter of 2008/9. Logging is fairly dangerous sport, & I figger if I bust an arm or something while doing it, we won’t be screwed for the coming year.
So here we are when "the Whales of November Turn Gloomy", & the temps take a dive. When the c-o-o-l begins, I’ll start a fire in the living room stove just to keep off the chill. The cellar stove will lay dormant a while longer. Here’s where it gets nutty.
I love being out in the woods, so on a nice day like today, I’ll take a modified backpack frame I garagineered to hold wood, a strong bowsaw, & walk out in the woods TO GATHER FIREWOOD!
I’ll find a good place, cut standing dead hardwood to stove length, then pack 40 or so pounds of it back home for the fire.
Eight cord standing stacked & me packing in 40# of deadwood to keep warm.