Stop calling me wd40...
Stop calling me wd40...
There is no greater solitude than that of the Tracker in the forest, unless perhaps it's that of the wolf in the wilderness.
As a poor, penny-counting college grad I'm frequently saying "no more buying food until every last remnant is gone from the freezer!" or "no more electricity! I have three dozen candles from who knows where... I'm using them for lighting!"
As a outdoor enthusiast, I've already practiced a half-dozen "lost in the woods" scenarios with minimal equipment (knife, canteen, flint), two of which were in the dead of winter (I cheated and carried a wool army blanket with me, sh1t gets cold!). I also practice minimalism on trips when I'm not 'surviving'. Although I have yet to accomplish my dream of hiking across the keweenaw peninsula (~40km of no-trail cedar swamp and pine forest) with just a knife, canteen and flint, I am certainly not one who watches Man vs. Wild and thinks he can do anything.
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Glad you had a laugh bro,
There is no greater solitude than that of the Tracker in the forest, unless perhaps it's that of the wolf in the wilderness.
Mitch good to see you back.
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Gawwwd, I'm laughing here. Took me reading two postings to figure out who WE was calling wd40 and I've been waiting for him to say something. What a wussie.
I really don't feel a particular need to practice some of the things mentioned here, except for teaching it to a kid. I've lived in enough bare essentials scenarios that I know that I know what to do. And I get out there and live the life in the bush every chance I get. Think I have to take some kids fishing this weekend. I should probably check into that....
some fella confronted me the other day and asked "What's your problem?" So I told him, "I don't have a problem I am a problem"
Wussie, I was trying to figure out if it was some play on words or what... ahhh never mind. Where's RRRRRRRRRRRick the twinkie surfer boy? Only been here once to ask me about being Ghost Rider.
There is no greater solitude than that of the Tracker in the forest, unless perhaps it's that of the wolf in the wilderness.
Yes. Sort of. Make sure generators are in working condition. Rotate fuel supply. Rotate food stores. Rotate all consumbables. All of my storm preparations have been made and safely stored. I use the gear that I will need to depend on. I practice the skills that I think I am weakest on.
For long term survival, have at least 5-10 spices to liven up your food or else you'll go absolutly nuts.
But about camping in the rain in 50F weather, I did it in 40F weather. I even took a rain suit. As soon as I bent over to get something, my darn pants got a rip 24 inches long in them. It was quite an old rain suit, and I was a bit smaller back then. Man, that was a cold weekend.
Wareagle,
Only corpses can truly say that they practice what they preach.![]()
[COLOR="Red"][/COLOR]Survival is the art of steeling one's desire to overcome and surpass any situation with nothing more than personal will and fortitude.
Beo, your easy to mock![]()
I live what I say I do, its my job and way of life so its a little different for me.
Living in the Northern part of the Lewis and Clark National Forest as a Ranger with US Forestry Service... What more could a guy want
I don't eat out at all unless its a social gathering I must attend, even then I try to eat before hand and say I already ate. I am in Chicago and get most of my rations and food from a local shop in china town. I am anarchist/minimalist though...
Joe, we're damn near neighbors. I'm up in Grayslake (Lake County)
No, I don't do things like that. I mostly only care about survival in extreme situations (which never manifest fortunately), and getting lost in the woods, etc. I don't practice. I just anticipate and sometimes run things over in my head when I'm bored, driving around, etc.
Whether you are concerned about EOTWAWNI scenarios or some natural or man made emergency if you don't PRACTICE your plan then you won't know if it works or not until it's too late.
For example, when the county sheriff is at the door telling you that you have to evacuate because of a wildfile it's a little late to try and gather up the stuff you need to take. Having a bugout bag already prepared is something you can toss in the car and go to the woods or a hotel for one night and see what you forgot. It would be a whole lot better to find out in a dry run that you forgot your medicine than to find out when you're sitting in a Red Cross shelter.
You can not expect your evacuation (whatever the reason) to go smoothly or to include everything (or only that) which is necessary if you never practice. Until you practice your plan, it's all theoretical and you are just hoping for the best.
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If ye love wealth greater than liberty, the tranquility of servitude greater than the animating contest for freedom, go home from us in peace. We seek not your counsel, nor your arms. Crouch down and lick the hand that feeds you; and may posterity forget that ye were our countrymen.
Samuel Adams
Dogs are not my whole life, but they make my life whole.
Well, you get the picture. Replace it with hurricane, tornado, meth lab, incoming missiles, stores out of bacon. Insert what ever terror your heart desires.
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I think he may be scared of wildFIRES but the wildfiles ......I know, I know - picky, picky.
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