No, I didn’t hardly catch shit.
We did confirm that the pond that had been stocked last fall was brimming with healthy and feisty hybrid sunfish. No such luck on the river. Might need to be there earlier in the day.
Sunday 18 Mar 2012
Sunday 18 Mar 2012
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.
