Food Shortages

More Signs from the Nation’s Breadbasket that things are about to get BAD.

Take Action NOW or PAY Later.

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Image result for pics of flooded farm fieldsMy father is in a nursing home about an hour away from my house, and in visiting him weekly I get to see corn, hay, and soybean fields that I have watched for my whole life.  Some corn and bean fields are finally coming around, but the late or no planting has really taken a toll.  Prepare for higher food bills and possible shortages.  Think about putting in a garden and maybe raising meat rabbits.  I ate a lot of rabbit (both domestic and wild) when I was young, and it really does taste like chicken.

https://www.theorganicprepper.com/midwest-flooding-will-cause-shortages-of-these-foods/

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Survival Medicine: Taking Expired Prescription Drugs

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What You Need to Know About Expired Prescription Drugs

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As a serious prepper, this subject is important to know about for two reasons: Anti-Biotics and Painkillers, two things you should have ample supply of if possible.

Here is a nifty article on Hoarding Antibiotics I found.

Stay Alert, Stay Armed and Stay Dangerous!

Fieldcraft: Estimating Height and Width of Objects In the Field

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How to Estimate the Heights and Widths of Objects in the Field

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I like articles like this simply because they remind folks of the FOUNDATIONAL knowledge most  men had before technology came in and ruined and spoiled us.

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Prepping 101: Storing Batteries Long Term

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Survival Buzz: How to Store Batteries for the Long Term

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To Refrigerate, Freeze or just Store in a cool dry place…. that is the Question.

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Inspirational Stories: Happiness is a $6K School Bus!!

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Life on wheels: Pipe fitter quits work and sells his house to live in a $6,000 SCHOOL BUS because he was tired of a ‘lifestyle of debt’

As Mountain Guerilla said the other day:

“If we are actually PRACTICAL “preppers,” “survivalists,” or–to use the term I prefer–simply, “adult human beings,” we SHOULD be prepared for bad events and WTSHTF.”

Part of this “Being Prepared for Bad Events” is taking the attitude NOW to SIMPLIFY our lives as much as possible and to whatever degree your current economic status allows you. For some folks there might not be much you can do right now except minor changes, for others, Major changes can be made. Only you can decide what is best for YOU.

But know this, this story proves beyond a shadow of a doubt it can be done if the WILL is there to do it and the MENTAL ATTITUDE is present to re-define your priorities in life.

 

Stay Alert, Stay Armed and Stay Dangerous!

 

Prepping 101: Creating A Working Inventory For Living in Dangerous Times

Not a bad primer to help get your mind in the right direction when it comes to preparing for when the Hammer drops. Remember, in Prepping, just like in Firearms and Combat Training, it is Software before Hardware. The Mind is the Ultimate Weapon, all else is Supplemental. -SF

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I have been reading the excellent book, Logavina Street: Life and Death in a Sarajevo Neighborhood, by Barbara Demick, and thinking about other places like Ukraine, Egypt, Venezuela, Syria, Argentina, Turkey, Afghanistan, Pakistan, Japan, Chile, Haiti, France, Zimbabwe, Iraq, Russia, Libya, Israel, Liberia, Yemen, Mexico, and my home state of Texas.  This has caused the paranoid part of me, a part that is apparently immune to normalcy bias, to consider how one might spend some spare money and time, apart from buying sovereign bonds and attending DSK’s quarterly sex parties, to prepare for TEOTWAWKI as experienced by the people in the aforementioned nations.  What follows is not a shopping list, but rather a list of questions to assist in creating a working inventory of mind, body, and equipment for living in dangerous or uncertain times.  These are mostly things one would want to get squared away while one has time for consideration, before one’s life, or another’s life, depends on it.
 

Mind

Whom do I love?

What do I love?

What do I have to live for?

What am I willing to die for?

What are my mental assets?

What are my mental liabilities?

What is my single biggest knowledge gap?

What are my natural rights?

What are the top three habits that make up my character?

Whom can I really trust?

Who are my mortal enemies?  Why?  What can I do about it?

What skills do I have to earn a living?

What special tools do these skills require?

Do I know how to beg…effectively?

Do I know how to barter…effectively?

How good of a liar am I…really?

Do I know how to use a compass and map?

What is the highest point in my county?

Do I know how to make a fire…without making much smoke?

Do I know how to hunt, fish, butcher, and prepare meat?

Do I know how to gather, grow, store, and prepare food?

Do I know how to change a tire, swap a battery, and jump-start a vehicle?

Do I know how to sail a boat?

Do I know how to use a two-way radio that is not a cell phone?

When and where am I safe to be in condition white?

What is my reactionary gap at day and at night?

How do I respond to a reset of my OODA Loop?

How can I reset someone else’s OODA Loop, and how much time does that give me?

What does it feel like to get punched in the face, and how does it affect me?

Do I really know how to defend myself with a knife?  For example, where are the three primary arterial targets?

Do I really know how to defend myself with a pistol?  For example, how confident am I that I can draw my pistol and in less than 1.5 seconds hit the brain of a man wearing body armor and standing two meters away?

Do I really know how to use my rifle?  For example, can I hit a man twice in the chest at two meters, in less than 1.5 seconds, while moving?  What about once in the chest, at 250 meters, with my first shot, and while I am sitting on the ground?

Do I know CPR?

Do I know how to make and apply a pressure bandage?

Do I know how to treat a sucking chest wound?

Do I know how to apply a tourniquet?

Do family, friends, and I know our neighborhood, out-of-town, and out-of-state rally points?

What is the first and last name of my twenty closest neighbors (geographically)?

What is the name and cell phone number of my county sheriff?

What is the name of the commander of my local militia?

What exactly do I do if I see the flash of light from a nuclear device?

Do I know the location of several local bomb and fallout shelters?

 

Body

How well, relative to others, am I able to see and hear, with or without aid?

Am I able to run for my life for more than a minute?

Do I have the strength to manage my own body weight?  For example, can I pull myself up over a six-foot wall?

Am I able to control my appetites, or do my appetites control me?

Am I chemically dependent?

Am I fit enough to perform sexually?

Am I able to swim 500+ meters?

Am I able to fight off everyday infection and illness, and to heal my own minor wounds?

Am I physically able to defend myself without a weapon?

Am I physically able to repeatedly manipulate and engage my pistol and rifle?

Am I able to carry myself, my pack, and my weapon up, down, across, over, around, and through obstacles for many miles?

 

Equipment

Do I have multiple pairs of Rx glasses and hearing aids if needed?

Do I have a good light and spare batteries or fuel?

Do I have a good pair of shoes that I can put on and walk to the next town without blisters?

Do I have warm and durable outdoor clothing in muted colors?

Is my vehicle in good condition with a spare tire, tools, water, siphon, fuel container, and flares?

Do I have a bicycle, boat, aircraft, or animal (with appropriate kit) that will carry me, and my gear, hundreds of miles?

Is my dog obedient and does he or she warn me of danger?

Do I have at the ready a Get Back Home Pack (aka Evacuation Pack, aka Bug Out Bag, aka Assault Pack, aka 3 Day Pack, aka Survival Pack)?

Do I have portable, widely recognized, and durable assets such as gold coins?

Do I have a reliable and portable method to obtain clean drinking water?

Do I have a good compass and appropriate maps?

Do I have some sort of telescopic magnification?

Do I have a first aid kit?

Do I have a two-way radio that is not a cell phone?

Do I have a knife that is high quality and a small sharpening stone?

Do I have a sidearm, ammunition, gun belt, holster, spare magazines, and magazine carriers?

Do I have a rifle, ammunition, sling, spare magazines, magazine carriers, spare firing pin, and range card?

Do I have body armor and a kevlar helmet?  Or will I be relying on bread?

Do I have a “spare” set of identification?

Do I have a mask, balaclava, or disguise?

Do I have at least a month’s cache of food?

Do I have ammunition cached?

Do I have books cached?

Do I have TamiFlu cached?

 

There are many more, I am sure, but I hope this at least spurs a lively discussion.

Peace!

Read the Original Article at Zero Hedge

 

Stories of Survival: 20 Hours Alone in the Water in the Gulf of Mexico

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Bill Durden was on a roll. He’d just caught two good-sized groupers and tossed his line back into the water when he felt it snag on the bottom of his boat. The engine, he realized, wasn’t in neutral. Durden gave the rod a good tug. It yanked him right back, pulling him straight out of his flip flops, off the back of the boat, and into the Gulf of Mexico—25 miles from shore.

As Durden broke through to the surface—gasping for air—he watched his unmanned boat orbit around him on a path that moved further and further away. Locking his eyes on the white hull, he tried to swim back to it as quickly as possible. But between the motor, which was still running at three or four knots, and the wind, it was hopeless. Within minutes, it was gone.

His heart started to race as he spun around looking for something other than blue. There was no land in sight. No boats, either. He didn’t have a life vest. His long-sleeved yellow t-shirt hung heavy on his arms and the equatorial sun beat down on his face.

The gravity of his predicament hit him immediately.

“I was like, ‘This is a bad, bad situation,'” he says.

It was June 1, the first day of grouper season, and just hours earlier, Durden, a 60-year-old FedEx pilot, had untied his 22-foot Grady-White from a dock behind his house to go out trolling. Down from Reno to spend a couple of weeks at his vacation home on Homosassa River, just north of Tampa, Florida, he wanted to take advantage of the clear, beautiful afternoon.

It would be 20 hours until Durden got out of the water.

Read the Remainder at Esquire