Back toward the end of the summer, I went down to New Jersey to meet a guy.

Me? This guy. Tony Bosco.

Tony Bosco.

Just a regular Jersey, guy from Jersey, you know.

Despite what he says, Tony is not a regular guy from New Jersey.

When he was about 30 years old, he was looking to simplify. Since I was little, I just wanted to go and live in the woods.

So I says, well, you know, why not?

What's stopping me from doing it? Nothing. So I did it, you know?

I carried for the longest time not one key. The more keys you got on your hip

the more responsibility and you know maybe stress you have. I carried no keys, you know, except the combination lock on my bicycle.

Now, if that sounds nice, you should know that most people would have said that during this time

Tony was technically homeless.

But Tony called it something else.

Camping.

So I had been camping in 89, probably up until three years ago,

which would be what 2012 when I got injured.

And that's a pretty long time.

I guess that's more than 20 years.

It's 23 years. He says he was living outdoors for 23 years. This week on outside in the story of Tony Bosco, who hid in plain sight for more than two decades in the most densely populated state in the nation. How did he do it? Tony grew up in Piscataway, New Jersey, and he grew up in a pretty standard New Jersey way.

He played football on the state champion team.

He chased girls, raised hell, got all kinds of lousy grades, but he also fished and camped and read some books too.

Oh yeah, yeah, that was my side of the mountain. I guess it was 1967 when I read the book my side of the mountain.

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