Shortly After The Beginning

Post #3



Everything was happening a bit fast. I was developing, and improving the things I was carrying with me every day, and generally trying to organizing parts of my life just a bit. Sure I had come to the realization that if the proverbial shit ever were to hit that fan it wouldn’t be pretty for my crew, but I had not accepted the outcome completely. It was still “that will never happen to me” syndrome. At this point I was still playing with simply trying to be a better mechanic, and have the stuff on me that would be useful to me and the people around me on a day to day basis. Ill get into the details of that later, but thats where I dwelled for a few months.

I have always been an avid reader, and as my life started to get more and more busy I had less and less time to read. I started listening to audio books to get my literary fix, and I couldn’t have been happier. Science Fiction was my go to, mixed in with the typically popular fantasy books. Once and a while I would hit the religious categories, and then always back to Science Fiction. It was getting a bit repetitive though and I was looking for a new genre, I just didn’t know what. I had already been reading the Facebook page Bushcraft and Survival Tribe mostly teasing myself with all the stories of people walking out into the woods for a week with just what was on their backs, and having the skills to survive. I spent a lot of time with my father camping as a child and this was bringing so much of it back.

At this point I was desperate for something to read, and I figured I would hit the survivalist genre on the web site I get my books from, and the first thing that popped up was The book Going Home by A. American. It wasn’t the first thing that popped up, but the first thing that seemed interesting at least. I downloaded it and the next morning when I hit the road for work I pressed play on book 1. That was it, I was hooked! I spent the next month powering through all seven books in the Going Home series.

Morgan Carter changed everything.

More to come

First blog post

The moment you realize your screwed!


Yep, This is the first post all right. The first of what I hope will be many, and I have not even completely decided how to start this shindig off. At the beginning would probably be a safe bet, but the beginning of what? The beginning of my life? Absolutely not, you can’t get much more unexciting then that.

Im no world traveling Ex-Agent of any sort, or even some former special operations bad ass, (yes I do believe they are bad ass for sure) thats not me. I was in the military, so I guess there is some experiences to offer on that front, but I was a mechanic, and on the bad ass scale its a bit towards the bottom. Im a father in a very large combined family, and we live outside of Chicago very near O’hare airport. Cant get to much worse then that, except maybe New York. (Sorry New York)

Just like most others I have maybe a weeks worth of food in the house on a good day and that is seriously dependent on power, the cars are often low on fuel, and we depend heavily on the ability to get what we need at a moments notice. So basically if there is any sort of local, regional, or national disaster we are screwed, and dependent on others. Lets start their then, at the beginning of realizing that we as a family are in bad shape when it comes to self reliance!