But I’m doing well. Hopefully I’ll have some time in the coming weeks to post a little more often.
Keep prepping, folks.
But I’m doing well. Hopefully I’ll have some time in the coming weeks to post a little more often.
Keep prepping, folks.
Over at Raconteur Report, Aesop had a post about prepping with a list of very basic things you should be able to do or have on hand. Now admittedly, I have some shortcomings on this list myself, namely those involving physical fitness…but I am working to rectify those issues.
Are you at your target weight?
Can you run 2-3 miles in less than half an hour, without calling 911?
Do you do it regularly?
How far is the longest distance have you hiked in the past year?
Can you move with a full pack 10 miles over rough terrain in a day?
Did you do it in the last year?
These are things that I need to improve on, so I am. Diet and exercise have me moving in the right direction, because if I have to hoof it to the BOL I want to be able to make it there without having a heart attack or crippling myself. Fitness, or more accurately lack thereof, is one of the biggest (pun intended) issues I see in the Patriot/Prepper community. While I realize that we as a demographic tend to skew toward the older age range, I think collectively we’re doing ourselves a disservice and we need to get off our butts and get in gear.
John Mosby over at Mountain Guerrilla harps on this aspect of prepping frequently and with good cause. From the conclusion of a post he made back in January (and really, read the whole post about setting standards):
People bitch and whine all the time in the comments on this blog about my exhortations to do PT, shoot, and train. “It’s too hard!” “I’m too crippled.” “I’m too old.” “It’s cold outside.” “It’s too hot.”
That’s fine. Blame it on the environment. I don’t give a shit.
You can’t control whether it will be hard or easy. You cannot control your past injuries. You cannot control your age. You cannot control the weather. You can control your reactions to those things. If you choose to let them stop you, fine. Just accept responsibility for it. The difficulty of exercise and training, your old injuries, your age, the weather; none of those things are in your control. They cannot control you either. You, and you alone, are responsible for your actions. It’s not your age or the weather that’s stopping you from being dangerous. It’s being a whiny little bitch who wants to blame someone else for your failings that stops you from being dangerous.
Think about this next time you get winded going up a flight or stairs or walking around at the local prepper show. Think about this as you’re observing those around you that you’re counting on to be on your side when the SHTF. This doesn’t mean you have to be pre-mental illness Bruce Jenner. To quote from Mosby here:
You don’t need to be a Crossfit Games champion. You don’t need to be an Olympic decathlete, or a professional powerlifter, or any other sort of professional-level athlete.
You DO need to be strong enough to do what you need to do, and you DO need to have enough endurance to do what you need to do. How fit is fit enough? Hard to say. If we look at the instances of civilian use of firearms in personal and home defense, not very. If we start looking at other instances—say “knockout games,” and similar, being fit is certainly going to be high on the list of priorities.
Rather than taking the easy way out, and assuming the enemy will be a fat, donut-eating, pastry chef with an attitude, maybe we need to assume the enemy will be younger, stronger, faster, and fitter. If we train with the goal of being as fit as we can be, then that’s the best we can do.
So let’s get out there and do this. Eat right and do some PT. Make it both fun and useful. Go on a hike with the family. It doesn’t have to be ten miles (at least, to start). Go play some flag football and get your heart rate up. Scale to what you can do now and push the envelope a little at a time so that you get better. Go chop and split some wood…you’re planning on being able to do that after TEOTWAKI anyway, so you may as well find out how well your body can handle that activity. Get in the gym or bust out that old VHS tape of “Sweatin’ to the Oldies” that’s collecting dust in your attic. Just get your tail in shape now so that you’re ready when the time comes.
Remember: until you have proved you can actually do it within recent memory, you can’t do it.
A friend of mine has asked that I put the word out that she has a piece of property for sale near Cullowhee, NC. It was going to be a retirement homestead, but life got in the way. She’s now trying to unload the land so she’s not paying property tax on a place that she doesn’t use and never visits.
Here’s a link to the current listing: It’s a steal at $85,000.
And here’s a YouTube video from a previous listing.
This is something that gets me more irked than a rubber-nosed woodpecker in a petrified forest. I had been meaning to write a post about it once I had it framed in my head the way that I wanted. Anyway, now I don’t have to write a long post about this topic, because the Inimitable Patrice Lewis over at Rural Revolution has scribed exactly what I was thinking.
These are the types of people who claim they don’t need to be prepared because “God will provide.” Despite my total belief in God’s mercy and providence, I confess I have no patience with those who refuse to lift a finger toward their own physical safety or survival on the grounds that the Almighty will supply them with whatever they need. I’ve actually heard some people say with a straight face that they have no need to prepare because they’ll be raptured up before things get really hairy.
No offense, folks, but that’s about the stupidest contingency plan I’ve ever heard.
I guess it’s irritating others as well, as John Jacob Schmidt over at Radio Free Redoubt talked about the same thing on his podcast recently and pointed out that a pastor who says that is essentially saying, “Hey, I don’t have to prepare because someone in the congregation will hook me up if I need things.” In other words, the pastor he was speaking of expects The Lord to provide by means of his “flock” taking care of him because of his status as the pastor. Some shepherd, huh?
And since I’ve now used “inimitable” twice, that’s going to be how I always refer to Mrs. Lewis on my blog. When I write about Harry Flashman again, I’ll probably tag him with the sobriquet “the Irascible Harry Flashman“, just because it seems to fit a retired Marine.
I’ve been a subscriber to Backwoods Home Magazine for a number of years now, and have thoroughly enjoyed their print editions and collected their anthologies. Sadly, they’ve sent out an email notifying subscribers that they will cease publication of their print version with the November/December 2017 edition.
We have come a long way for a family magazine, but age has crept up on my wife, Lenie, and me, and so has competition from the internet. Although we outlasted all other print magazines in our genre, even the original Mother Earth News, we cannot outlast the internet with its free and endless content. Declining paid print subscriptions have not kept pace with printing and postage costs of a six-times-a-year magazine, so economics has essentially dictated we must close.
Self-Reliance is run by younger, but related, people. Daughter Annie, 34, who longtime BHM subscribers have seen grow up in the pages of BHM, is the managing editor, and son Sam, 22, is the publisher. Self-Reliance caters to a similar audience as BHM, but with more emphasis on the idea that “anyone, whether you live in the city or country, can achieve self-reliance.” It is about to publish its 19th issue.
If you can, take advantage while you have time and collect the Backwoods Home anthologies; they are replete with well-written and timelessly useful information for the prepper or homesteader.
Steve Huffman, the thirty-three-year-old co-founder and C.E.O. of Reddit, which is valued at six hundred million dollars, was nearsighted until November, 2015, when he arranged to have laser eye surgery. He underwent the procedure not for the sake of convenience or appearance but, rather, for a reason he doesn’t usually talk much about: he hopes that it will improve his odds of surviving a disaster, whether natural or man-made. “If the world ends—and not even if the world ends, but if we have trouble—getting contacts or glasses is going to be a huge pain in the ass,” he told me recently. “Without them, I’m fucked.”
Huffman, who lives in San Francisco, has large blue eyes, thick, sandy hair, and an air of restless curiosity; at the University of Virginia, he was a competitive ballroom dancer, who hacked his roommate’s Web site as a prank. He is less focussed on a specific threat—a quake on the San Andreas, a pandemic, a dirty bomb—than he is on the aftermath, “the temporary collapse of our government and structures,” as he puts it. “I own a couple of motorcycles. I have a bunch of guns and ammo. Food. I figure that, with that, I can hole up in my house for some amount of time.”
Survivalism, the practice of preparing for a crackup of civilization, tends to evoke a certain picture: the woodsman in the tinfoil hat, the hysteric with the hoard of beans, the religious doomsayer. But in recent years survivalism has expanded to more affluent quarters, taking root in Silicon Valley and New York City, among technology executives, hedge-fund managers, and others in their economic cohort.
Last spring, as the Presidential campaign exposed increasingly toxic divisions in America, Antonio García Martínez, a forty-year-old former Facebook product manager living in San Francisco, bought five wooded acres on an island in the Pacific Northwest and brought in generators, solar panels, and thousands of rounds of ammunition. “When society loses a healthy founding myth, it descends into chaos,” he told me. The author of “Chaos Monkeys,” an acerbic Silicon Valley memoir, García Martínez wanted a refuge that would be far from cities but not entirely isolated. “All these dudes think that one guy alone could somehow withstand the roving mob,” he said. “No, you’re going to need to form a local militia. You just need so many things to actually ride out the apocalypse.” Once he started telling peers in the Bay Area about his “little island project,” they came “out of the woodwork” to describe their own preparations, he said. “I think people who are particularly attuned to the levers by which society actually works understand that we are skating on really thin cultural ice right now.”
In private Facebook groups, wealthy survivalists swap tips on gas masks, bunkers, and locations safe from the effects of climate change. One member, the head of an investment firm, told me, “I keep a helicopter gassed up all the time, and I have an underground bunker with an air-filtration system.” He said that his preparations probably put him at the “extreme” end among his peers. But he added, “A lot of my friends do the guns and the motorcycles and the gold coins. That’s not too rare anymore.”
While I do applaud them for putting in some thought and effort toward prepping, I find the article leaves more questions than answers. The tone of the piece seems to be “these people spent a lot of money”. I couldn’t help but pick up on some things that seem to be missing.
Having no homestead of my own, one of my favorite blogs is Rural Revolution. I get to live vicariously through the wins and losses of homestead life as experienced by the inimitable Patrice Lewis and her modern day frontier family.
Her latest post is really worth reading because, courtesy of one of her commenters at World Net Daily, it exposes a key difference in the mindset of conservatives and progressives and where that divergence takes place:
Some time ago, I came to the realization that, living on a farm, a shortage is that there being no more to be had. A shortage in a city is that you do not have the money to buy more. This artificial view of reality is what makes the progressive possible.
That’s just the teaser, so it’s worth heading over to read the whole piece titled “Links Of A Chain” and getting to the meat (pun intended) of that idea and Patrice’s ruminations on this thesis.
Just a short post here, but I wanted to lay out the Prepper’s rationale for voting for Golden Weasel Hair. Let me first say that I’m not that big a fan of Donald Trump. I was a big fan, once, in 1988 when I read his book The Art of the Deal. To put that in perspective, I was a sophomore in high school and still learning about how the world works. These days, being older and (questionably) wiser, I’m not that much of fan. Having said that, here’s how this election breaks down for me.
This vote is like walking into a casino that only has two tables. One is the Hillary table. The other is The Donald table. I know that if I decide to play at the Hillary table that the game is rigged against me. The player has no chance, the house is going to win every single bet. This has been proven repeatedly, from Whitewater to Benghazi. Putting your money down on the Hillary table is a shell game with Calvinball rules mixed with Russian Roulette. However, if we step up to the Trump table, it’s just a straight game of craps: we’ll probably lose, but at least we have a legit chance to win.
I’ll put it in the perspective from which I see it. No, Trump wasn’t my first, second, or even third choice. Realistically though, I have to chose between him or Hillary. As a prepper I have to go with Trump. Why? Because with Trump the inevitable is delayed and that gives us more time to prepare. Collapse at this point is unavoidable, but I’ll take the extra time to get ready that we’ll get with The Donald compared to the much more rapid fall into TEOTWAWKI that we’ll see with Hillary.
Vote Trump. Not because the left of center New York billionaire is going to save us, but because if the globalist Alinsky New York billionaire wins, the STHF comes a helluva lot sooner.
I just learned that Mike Vanderboegh of Sipsey Street Irregulars has lost his battle with cancer. He may be gone but his Patriotic spirit will live on.
I wanted to give a little overview post on some basic food storage techniques. I’m not going to go too deep though, this will just touch on dry storage and canning. For many, this is a boring topic, but it is essential.
Because it’s an easy one, we’ll first look at dry storage, specifically dry bulk storage. The reason for this is that commercially- as well as home-canned goods are going to get old after awhile. You’re going to want variety because “food fatigue,” eating the same thing day in and day out, really sucks. Plus, there’s something about a home cooked meal that helps with morale.
So what kinds of things are we talking about here? Things like dried beans, whole grains, and dehydrated or freeze dried fruits and vegetables. One of the upsides is that not only do properly stored dry goods last for a long time, like so many other things, it’s cheaper when you do it yourself.
What do you need to store bulk dry goods? Just a few basic things: mylar bags, oxygen absorbers, and a clothes iron. Just place what you’re storing into the bag, drop in an O2 absorber, squeeze as much air out as possible, and then seal the bag shut with the iron. You’ll need to make sure that the O2 absorbers are of the appropriate size for the mylar bags you’re using. I recommend Discount Mylar Bags, as I’ve used their products for several years with great success.
Here’s a good video that demonstrates how to store food in mylar bags:
Home canning is more involved, but it’s a great way to preserve all manner of fresh foods. While pressure canning is not that really that difficult, I can not stress enough the importance of paying attention to what you’re doing. Paying attention and using quality equipment will allow you to safely pressure can your own food. For this, I’m going to make a few recommendations:
If you have questions, feel free to drop me a comment. Happy food storing!