MWD

great stuff

mitch

well, I know a lot of people who have been saying “someday” for years. We finally decided we didn’t want to be among them.

besides, California is dissolving, fast.

>Finally, an out of stater with something positive to offer.

That’s really nice! Thank you.

MWD

Awesome on the moving deal too. I couldn’t believe it when you said JULY! You’ve always talked about it like it was a “someday” thing, as in YEARS not months. Great that it’s coming together for you man. If you make it through the first winter, and don’t want to run like hell, we’ll have to celebrate.

Finally, an out of stater with something positive to offer.

Mr. Q

So, moving to Wyoming for sure, probably in July. We’ll have to meet halfway at some point for lunch and a shoot. Or we’ll just visit Montana.

MWD

Liked your .25 story. Years ago I had a 9mm that was an absolute POS. I used to have dreams that someone would break into my house, I would see them coming down the hallway in the dark, grab my gun, but when I pulled the trigger it would either do nothing or just go “click”. I finally took it out to the shop, melted it into a puddle with my acetylene torch, and bought a .45 caliber 1911. It’s never jammed, never misfired, and I haven’t had a dream like that since. A friend of mine’s father was actually shot with a .25 years ago. He ended up with a bruise, they found the bullet in his coat, LOL. I’d rather have a .22 anyday.

Actually I do . . . several in fact . . . never owned a .25.

In a SHTF situation, I used to subscribe to the cliche of loading up my truck and heading off into the mountains. These days I think more along the lines of hiding in plain sight, in a moderately populated city. More available resources to loot, food, ammo, ect., and if it’s our own government someone is hiding from, they have infrared satellites that can pick out a human heat signature no problem if it’s the only one around as well as ground based surveillance equipment designed to pick people out of trees. In a city it would be easier to blend, IMHO.

Another SHTF cliche I don’t subscribe to anymore is the requirement to own an assault rifle. I figure if this country were ever invaded, either by another government or our own, there would be plenty of assault rifles laying around for free, as well as ammo, no sense in wasting my money on one now. I have bolt guns that I could use to acquire myself an assault rifle from a LONG ways away if necessary, and they don’t attract nearly as much attention.

During the whole Y2K scare, I was telling everyone to stock up on .22 ammo. My theory is that in a SHTF situation, it just may become the new currency. They’re the only popular cartridge that can’t be reloaded, just about everyone that owns a gun owns a .22, contrary to popular belief they’re capable of taking just about any animal in North America with a head shot (I’ve taken deer sized game with one easily), they’re inexpensive, easy to store, the list goes on. Anyway, my best friend and I bought 1000 rounds every payday for several months, and sealed them up with desiccant packs in plastic tubs. We shot a lot for the next few years . . . still shoot occasionally . . . we still have a bunch left. I think we would’ve been good in the ammo department for awhile.

These days I think the best thing to stock up on is knowledge. If a person is resourceful, they’ll make out fine. It doesn’t matter if a person has a million rounds of ammo, if they don’t know how to prepare and preserve their own food, they’ll starve to death or die of food poisoning anyway. If they don’t know how to shoot, or how to repair and maintain their own gun, all that ammo might as well be pea gravel, and in this part of the country at least, if a person doesn’t know how to work with and live off of the land, make their own clothes, build a shelter, predict the weather, ect., the first spring will break to find magpies picking at their slowly thawing carcass. I’m betting that most of those “take off into the mountains” types, probably haven’t been in the mountains in winter. I have been, above the treeline even, and not only is there NOTHING to eat, there’s no way to get anywhere that there is something to eat. 10 foot plus deep snow tends to make it a bit difficult to get around with anything besides a snowmobile or an airplane, and the odds of finding a filling station selling fuel at 9000 feet elevation in winter when the whole world has gone to hell are slim to none.

Mr. Q