Bunker.
When I was a kid, it was still not unusual to see people building fallout shelters. I would imagine that the height of this was a couple years after I was born, these documents from the Civil Defense are an artifact of a different time, a time when people were afraid of what would happen if the Soviets decided to go batshit crazy.
There’s a similar mentality going on now, TV shows building underground bunkers and people making plans for the Zombie apocalypse.
Living like a Morlock has never appealed to me. Having dealt with my share of groundhogs in the past, I know an underground bunker is vulnerable to the first guy to show up with a honeydipper filled with sewage and a core drill. I’m not sure if the people spending that kind of money on those places have given that any thought.
Whatever the case, if the shit really hits the fan, being stationary will work for about the first week, and then you’re gonna need some sleep. The way this works is you have people you can trust, and you have multiple places to go, and you keep moving. If you decide you’re going to bugout to an undisclosed location and hole up there, you’d better have a private army, and be able to keep them supplied.
I am glad I never learned this for myself; I’m priveleged to know people who have lived through this in other places, and have shared their knowledge with me. I certainly intend to take that instruction to heart.
I have come to a similar line of thought my self. Not sure how I will fit into the picture.
Hammerfall is a good one to read about the end.
Interesting thought. If you look back on military history, static defenses rarely survive.
Also, you bring up a point about preppers I’ve never really figured out. They always want to have some place out in the boonies all by themselves. I would think that you would be better off in a small town where you know most of your neighbors.
I suspect that the comment spammer is going to get an e-mail blast alright.
lol. You been watching that too, Rey?
Luckily, ignorance can be fixed.
Should I be caught in town when any balloon goes up, If/Then is to defend (hide)in place for 1 to 2 weeks, then fire up the trusty old ’68 Chevy 4-wheel and make a backroad dash for the secure 7 acres in the hills thirty-some miles west of here.
Which will be a hell of a lot more secure if I can finish the ditch and berm this summer and get both planted in osage and blackthorn.
The well probably won’t go in until next spring, dammit, but once it’s working, a stock tank and byre, a couple of head of Dexters with 5 acres of alfalfa/clover mix and a decent garden should attract several shooty friends to help me keep an eye on the place.
Two years and I can breath a little easier.
Of course there’s always that runaway garbage truck…
Ed: Multiflora rose.
Multiflora has two very interesting properties: A rabbit can’t get through it, and the more you try to kill it, the harder it grows. I started with two small plants in the backyard of my Highland home. By the time I left, three years later, it was four feet thick, twenty yards long, and over six feet high. All the maintenance I did to it, was, each year, I’d prune until I thought to myself, “Now you’ve done it, idiot, you’ve killed it” and it always nearly trebled in size.
Roger that on the rose. You can’t kill it. My agronomist Bro groans every time one of his extension clients asks him how to control it, and my farmer buddy mixes 24D, Round Up, and diesel fuel and sprays it. Which slows it down for one season.