Cody Lundin

“Over the years, Americans in particular have been all too willing to squander their hard-earned independence and freedom for the illusion of feeling safe under someone else's authority. The concept of self-sufficiency has been undermined in value over a scant few generations. The vast majority of the population seems to look down their noses upon self-reliance as some quaint dusty relic, entertained only by the hyperparanoid or those hopelessly incapable of fitting into mainstream society.”

― Cody Lundin, When All Hell Breaks Loose: Stuff You Need To Survive When Disaster Strikes


Sunday, September 25, 2016

Do it yourself.

I try to be as self sufficient as I can manage.  If I can't make something, I keep large quantities of it on hand. Matches comes to mind. I can't make them but I keep plastic tubs of them , the large wooden kitchen matches. For now, I'll have to keep doing that.


I used to only buy the "Strike Anywhere" matches, but now they are hard to find, and when you do they cost up to four times as much as the same number of "Strike on the Box" kitchen matches. If anybody knows of a good, reasonable source of the "Strike Anywhere" matches I'd sure appreciate hearing about it.




I do make my own candles, but wicks are a problem.  I buy wicks on line, usually from the big discount houses or hobby shop web pages.  I've never really found any good, thick, prewaxed wicks. If there are candle makers out there, and you know a good place to get the good wicks, please give me a lead on it.





I've been reading about other people making their own soap. I keep a lot of soap stored, the kind where you get six or twelve bars for a few bucks .  But I'm going to try to make my own now. Why not? I have time for things I couldn't work on before, and some of these basic skills may well be important in the days to come.  That's why we did the experimental garden this summer. Next summer, we are going to plant a much larger space, and not with set up's, but with seeds. If that works, we can use the county canning plant and can our own vegetables.



On a more mundane level, we never left the place today.  I actually slept most of the day, since for some reason I was keyed up and never really slept last night.  It rained here, on and off, most of the afternoon which was very welcome. Outside now it's pitch black and so foggy you can't see 20 feet. Must be low clouds in the mountains.

It's Sunday so  I need to go call my mother and have a chat with her. She gets down on Sundays, misses my dad. I guess it is because they used to always do a little day trip or go out to dinner on Sunday evenings. At any rate, I  try to call on Sunday night. It's about six thirty there now, which is a good time.




Thought for the Day:


Saturday, September 24, 2016

Premium but no regular.

My wife and I went out "kaboodling" today.  No particular place. I put 10 gallons in the Jeep from my Jerry cans. Enough to go out and just meander around.  We went into town, and two stations had premium for almost $3.00 a gallon, but that was it. Didn't seem like the gas problem kept anybody home. There was a Harley Davidson event in Union County this weekend, and a "Hog" event at the fair grounds in Hiawassee. As a result there were literally hundreds of motorcycles cruising around the mountains. We saw groups of up to 50 ,  and they were everywhere. Not the "Hells Angels " wannabe's on choppers, but decent looking people on big Golden Eagles and the like.


Lake Chatuge

It got pretty hot.  If Georgia has 5 more days of temperatures over 90 before the end of October, it will break the record.  At least the humidity is down.

We had lunch at a nice place up on Lake Chatuge. It was full of the motorcycle people, so it wasn't very quiet but they were interesting.  From the looks of the motorcycles, it's a hobby for the well off.

I'm not a motorcycle fan. They get killed a lot up here in the mountains. The road between Blairsville, Ga and Dahlonega Ga goes over a high mountain and through a pass. Both sides of it are sprinkled with crosses that mark where people got killed. I got drafted into helping the Lumpkin County Sheriff's Department haul a dead guy back up a cliff strapped to a board once, when he went over the cliff on his bike and nobody who came along had a winch on their vehicle.  It took 8 men to pull the body back up all the way. My son loves motorcycles and we spent a lot of time hauling him to off road tracks when he was younger.  When I think of motorcycles, I always think of this scene from the first Terminator movie.



How about that Winchester Model 1887?  Nice touch.





I have eight of them at last count.  Two double barreled coach guns, one in 12 and one in 20. One semi -auto browning, and five pump 12 gauges.  I keep one of these Mossberg 590's on the wall next to my easy chair.


The great thing about the 590 is that it doesn't have a plug in the tube.  I have removed the plugs from my other weapons that have them, and I've put tube extensions on some of them from time to time. But the 590 is a home defense weapon, not a hunting weapon. The heat shield makes it heavy, but I'm not planning on carrying it anywhere.

I don't talk about shotguns much because I like my old collectible weapons better, but the shotgun will take care of business, flat out. Some people say racking the slide back to scare the Goblins is a good idea. I figure anybody who has come all the way up here in the dark isn't going to be scared by a noise, so I am loading one in the chamber before I go out if it looks like I might have a problem here on the mountain top.



I have intentionally not looked at the news this evening. I don't know what's going on in Atlanta or Charlotte tonight.  I thought I would just take a break.  Tomorrow morning the network weekly news reviews will be on and I'll see what I can pick up from those.

Not a bad day at all.

Thought for the Day:


They have a good point.







Another day in the life down in Atlanta.

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Anyone who believes this poll is not very bright. The natives are restless (again.)




First, it was one of those where you have to want to take it. It was not random. So everybody who hates guns got on there and said "I own one gazillion guns."  Anyone who would participate in such a survey and actually disclose how many guns they own is probably not making a positive contributution to the gene pool of the species.



This is an abbreviated version of the actual news segment. In the full length version, it is "revealed" that the vast majority of gun owners are "rural white males."  The implication being that there are hordes of dangerous hillbillies gearing up for the revolution out in the country side.




In this next clip, a whiny old man wants to know why the U.S. government can't just forceably collect all the guns. What Hillary has to say shows she doesn't know Jack about what happened in Australia, and still can't make the determination that "automatic" and "semi-automatic" are not synonymous.










Meanwhile, in Charlotte, N.C. the 13% segment of the population is again showing what an asset they are to the country.



This is getting to be routine now.  Doesn't even interest the news people overly much. I don't think the BLM will get away with acting out too long.  North Carolina is not Maryland.




13 Videos of the Violence in Charlotte


The above link goes to "The Wire". There are 13 short videos, raw footage, of what's going on in Charlotte. The one of the white guy being beaten, dragged and stripped in the parking garage by a black mob is particularly noteworthy.  I bet that guy doesn't go out in the city again without a gun and couple of spare magazines.



On the home front:


Went to town , still no gas.  This is strange since the Atlanta television stations are now saying that there is plenty of gas everywhere and the problems are over. This state of affairs has not reached my county yet.  My wife and I were in the camp store at a local state park, and some guy had his monstrous $200,000 RV rig out front, headed out of the campground. He was asking the person at the counter where he could get gas. Since none of the people working there had been able to find any locally, she wasn't able to tell him. He was not very pleasant about it. I suppose he figured this was all the fault of the 45 year old lady working for minimum wage behind the counter.



This week we have been going to different parks to have a picnic.  There are a lot of them within an hours drive, so it isn't a big logistical problem.  We get out, have some nice quiet time at a waterfall, or an overview, or at a lake or river, then we head home.  It helps break up the routine.



We still go out for breakfast or lunch once in awhile, but not so much as we used to. Some of the places I liked best have gone out of business and been replaced by "Zaxby's" or "Fatz" , chain restaurants with no atmosphere and no good food.  When we do eat out now, we usually go to one old cafe where the waitresses know us. We don't even have to order, they bring us our "usual" meal and drinks. They ask about the kids, and how we are enjoying both of us being retired.  I feel comfortable there.


It's getting on to Fall and I will be starting my reloading cycle once it gets cold. I have everything I need out there, and I am going to run up several hundred rounds each of 7.5 Swiss, 7.54 MAS, 7.7 Japanese, and 8X56R Hungarian this time around. It's good to sit out in the shop, work on the press, and listen to some fine old music.



The first pumpkins are out at the road side stalls. We usually buy a few and set them out on the porch this time of year. Nobody sees them but us,  still the wife likes to do that and they don't cost much.


At the higher elevations, the leaves are starting to change.  It's very fall like here on our mountain. The nights are cooler, and the humidity is much reduced.  It's a huge relief after this hot, humid summer.




I've been doing a lot of reading lately.  I read 13 Hours in Benghazi, the book about Benghazi that the movie was based on.  It wasn't a very good book, to tell the truth, too much background on all the participants and not enough about the actual events. But it did show that the movie was accurate.  Did you notice, when you saw it, that there were 26 CIA people in the compound, most of them military age men, and they all hid with the women in the "safe building."  I wondered why.  It turns out that it was just what it looked like, they were hiding. No cojones.  But there were two of them who came out and fought. One was a former Army infantryman who had done tours in the Sand Wars, and he was an asset and a stout heart. The other is barely mentioned in the book but he pulled his weight.  I gather they are not in the movie because they were both still working for the CIA when the book was written and the movie was made. But it did make me feel better  that at least two of them behaved like men.

I also learned from the book that there had been a similar incident in Benghazi during the Arab Israeli was of 1967.  When the Israeli Air Force annihilated the Syrian, Egyptian and Jordanian Air Forces on the ground, the Arabs couldn't face up to it. So Nasser and King Hussein cooked up a B.S. story about American navy aircraft doing all the dirty work from carriers. Unfortunately, the CIA got a tape of them planning it, but at first the Arabs all over the world believed the story. They probably still do, being what they are.

So the Libyans attacked the U.S. consular office in Benghazi. Mobs were about to overrun the place, and the people there had already written goodbye letters on the back of a painting, as they thought they were dead.



Fortunately for them, there was a small British Army force outside Benghazi, about 50 soldiers with some ferret armored cars. This time, our State Department did not sit around with it's thumb up it's collective rectum. The Secretary of State contacted the British Foreign Office, which quickly authorized the British troops to intervene. They fought their way into the city through the mob, and rescued the Americans.  Nothing like that happened in our time , though. Hillary and Obama did nothing at all. Nothing.



I started reading the Horatio Hornblower books when I was about 12. My dad had some of  those "Readers Digest Condensed Books" and one of them had three Hornblower books in it.

I always took the series in my footlocker when I went aboard ship for a float. You spend months aboard ship, and embarked troops don't have a lot to do.  I can't even begin to guess how many times I've read these. I'm interested in the Napoleonic Wars, and in the old sailing ships. I don't think any better books have ever been written. C.S. Forester knew his subject matter.

My second favorite series is written by Patrick  O'Brian.  If you saw "Master and Commander" that was one of his books, made into a movie with a great cast. 


They take place in the same time period, and follow a British naval officer through his career, as did the Hornblower series. There's a lot more humor in these books, and they are really good "escapism" reading. Both Forester and O'Brian are long dead now, but their books are as fresh and interesting as if they'd been written yesterday.




.22 LR has returned to our store shelves in the county, but the price is absurd. A box of 50 rounds that used to be $4.00 is now $10.00.  I'm not in any particular need, I have plenty on hand. I'm not going to buy anymore until the prices come down. It's nice to see it back in stock after so long a period of absence, even so.

Thought for the day:


Clint Eastwood can be somewhat course, but he hits the nail on the head.






Monday, September 19, 2016

Damn those Coal People anyhow!







Remember those  .22LR M-1 Carbines Erma made for awhile?  AIM has some in. All the excellent conditions are sold out but the good conditions are still there.  I'm not going to buy one, because I am already in good shape with the real deal.


I think the good condition carbines are going for about $350, somewhere in that range.


No gas in town today.  Went to the post office and bank, no stations up and running.  The scuttlebutt around town is "maybe there will be gas by the weekend" but nobody can tell you where they heard that.  Some gas came into the Ingles station on Sunday, and it took the police closing off part of the road to keep things orderly. All sold out now though.

Thought for the Day:






Sunday, September 18, 2016

Sunday

Light rain has been falling since about eleven.  That's good, because we haven't had a drop of rain in 13 days and the dust has been terrible.



The old man who lives at the foot of the mountain called me this afternoon. He had been in town looking for gasoline this morning. He said Ingles got a load, but there were so many people trying to buy it that the police have closed off two lanes of the four lane highway in front of the station and are having to control traffic to keep the station open and prevent "incidents." He gave up and drove on back out here without getting any fuel.  I called him yesterday and told him what was going on when I found out, and he went into town, but wasn't able to find any gasoline. He says he has to go to the doctor tomorrow in Gainesville,  He's going into town again in the morning, but if he can't find any gas I will lend him enough to get over there and back from my 30 gallons in the shed.

My daughter called. She says they are having issues with gas in her city too. Mostly just limits on how much you can buy. This surprises me, because I thought only Georgia, Tennessee and North Carolina were affected by the pipeline problem. Maybe something else is going on I don't know about.
I texted her last night around midnight, told her to be sure they kept the car half full, but I didn't expect they would be having gasoline shortages yet, if at all.

1430 Update: Pipe line shut down is more significant than  initial news reports indicated.

What we know about the Pipe Line Shutdown  (Link)

Percy the Ferret tried to drag off one of the new kittens to his stash under the china cabinet. We moved all the kittens out to a box on the porch, but the mother cat brought them all back to the door. We put them in the lower level of the house in a box, but she dragged them all back upstairs. So now we are not sure if Percy wanted to play with the kitten, or eat it. I guess we will find out.




I was looking at the new Guns and Ammo magazine. There are all these pistols now, plastic fantastics, that I know zip about.  I never really liked plastic pistols.  Here are the guns I actually use, as opposed to just owning them.


The Walther P-38.  You can buy the post war model, the P-1, for under three hundred, or at least you could. It's a good pistol, single stack but that doesn't bother me. Magazines are available, if expensive. It is a gun for ball ammo.  I wouldn't count on it for hollow points or any of that.


The M1911A1. Heavy.  Throws a big bullet at low velocity. You hit somebody, he's not going to bother you anymore. Kicks pretty hard, and you can't limp wrist it. I don't carry mine much these days. With two spare loaded magazines, even in a good Galco Miami Classic rig, it's just too heavy.



Stoeger Luger in stainless. Single stack, 9mm.  It will run anything except UMC ammo so far, but it won't digest UMC 9mm at all.  Sometimes I carry it just for the hell of it.  It's such a classic weapon, that if I had to shoot a Goblin he should thank me for the honor of being shot with a Luger.


Beretta 92.  I collected these for a spell, and I have a nice selection.  Usually I carry an Onyx because the finish is sweat resistant. You can sweat right through your shoulder holster  when it's really hot and humid. The Beretta 92 fits my hand perfectly, is well balanced, and gives you a lot of rounds down range with two spare magazines.



The gun I carry most of the time now. The Browning HP comes in all sorts of configurations. In the 1980' s and 1990's they were a lot more common than they are now.  I have several different versions. The one above is the "Practical.' I usually carry an Argentine HP that I rebuilt myself as a carry gun.




The Gun Fairy doesn't visit me much these days, so I don't have a lot of new guns.  But I have enough old one's to keep me going for a good long while.

Saturday, September 17, 2016

Black Swan mini


"A black swan is an event or occurrence that deviates beyond what is normally expected of a situation and is extremely difficult to predict; the term was popularized by Nassim Nicholas Taleb, a finance professor, writer and former Wall Street trader.Black swan events are typically random and are unexpected."






 Listening to the CB radio on SSB , I heard two fellows talking about gasoline shortages up here in North Georgia. One of them had gone to Cornelia , and on trying to get back, he found there was no gas to be had at the Ingles in Cornelia, nor in Cleveland. I assumed Ingles, which is a big grocery chain here, had simply messed up their order or had some kind of dispute with their supplier.



When we went into town today, our own Ingles had no gas. I didn't think much of it, until the next station down the road had no gasoline either. It turned out there was not a drop of gasoline to be had at any stations in our county.

Since my kids were here, I haven't followed the news with anything like the attention to detail that has been my habit. That's why I didn't know that the pipeline that brings gasoline to Georgia, Tennessee, and Alabama had "gone down."  In town people were saying the pipeline was out of service and might not be up until next week.

I don't let my tank get below half on my vehicles, and I have 30 gallons of gasoline in Jerry cans stored at the house. Nor do I have to go anywhere unless I want to in the ordinary run of things. But this will go hard with people who work across the mountains, or in Atlanta.

When I got home I got my Kindle and read some newspapers about the problem. None of the articles would even hazard a guess as to when the system will be up and running again.  Apparently some 365,000 gallons of gasoline vented from the pipeline, but fortunately most of it was trapped by an abandoned holding pond.

The Governors of Georgia, Tennessee and Alabama have declared a state of emergency. That will let them disregard certain rules on how long tanker drivers can drive without rest, and on how fuel has to be transferred. It also lets them dictate who gets what fuel can be delivered by truck, which means government at state and county level has first priority.

There was a lot of anger and panic in town.  This is tourist season still, and people who meant to fill up on the way here weren't able to do so, as there was no gas to be had along the way.  How people will get home from the mountains when they can't get fuel tomorrow is anyone's guess. There are not a lot of vehicles, recreational or otherwise, which can make the drive from Atlanta all the way here and then all the way back unless they set out with full tanks to start with.

The grocery stores were full of old people, getting their medicine, pet food, and other supplies. We did some of that, as we don't intend to go back to town til this issue is resolved. We loaded the jeep with extra consumables and with luxuries we don't always buy, and went home. I was amazed at how rude people were, especially at the pharmacy. There were a lot of people like me, who didn't even know this was going on until they rolled into town. The aisles were full of those little carts the sick, lame and lazy ride around in. Courtesy was out of the window and there was a lot of snarling and snapping in non-Southern accents. I didn't see a whole lot of local people in the parking lots. But there were plenty of plates from Florida.

CBS had a short segment on the situation half way through their broadcast tonight, but they just mentioned that there would be extreme gasoline shortages in some of the Southern states, and they gave no estimate of when the pipeline will be functional again. It was of far less concern to them than their nightly attempt to defame Donald Trump. Presumably, no one at the CBS headquarters will be discommoded by not being able to buy gas. There was some news on the local Atlanta stations, mostly interviews with people who had enough gas to get to the gas station but not enough to get home again after finding out there was no gasoline. "How I gwan to get bak home now de ain' no gas!"





It did not escape my notice that gas in town was selling at 23 cents a gallon more after the pipeline shut down than it was before the break.The owners, who are generally Pakistanis in North Georgia, jacked the price up as soon as they got word about the shortage, and sold gasoline at inflated prices until their tanks went dry.  These gas station operators did not miss their chance for windfall profits, despite threats from the Governor of Georgia to punish profiteering. They know that's all talk, so they took the main chance and gave everyone a good hosing. They probably made more money doing that this week than they did selling Sudafed to Smurfs for the meth dealers.




We'll see how it goes.  The grocery stores in town were destitute of the same commodities that disappear when a big snow storm is coming. The principle culprits were the half way backs, 90% of the people being rude and acting like selfish , greedy monkeys were Seniors. 


It's the truth.


 The pharmacy was so appalling that I wanted to leave, but M was concerned that they'd run out of her medications , and she had let herself get low. So we stayed and put up with the chaos.





As for the rest of this week, it was one I will forget as soon as I can.  I had a doctor's appointment with a specialist. It turned out to be for something I didn't even know was wrong with me. My doctor's office, which made the appointment, knew but didn't choose to enlighten me. Nothing of any import but the whole thing was superfluous as far as I was concerned, and I felt the fool for showing up with no concept of what it was about.  My wife had a doctors appointment, they put her in a room and forgot her. She sat in there quietly for almost two hours before they remembered she was in there.

There's also this. I am used to being able to do what I want, when I want now. Having to be somewhere at a given time, and then being bossed around and told to do this and do that, is aggravating in the extreme. I have gotten out of the habit of being ordered about and I have a hard time staying civil.

Fortunately this coming week, I have nowhere I have to be at any given time, no car repair appointments, no dental visits, no doctor visits. Maybe it will be a better week. This gas thing should be interesting to watch. I have been listening to my scanner tonight and people are already out siphoning gas out of parked vehicles. It's unlikely to be Seniors doing that, but we have a district of the county known unofficially as "bare knuckle alley" and I'm sure as soon as it got dark those good people were out with can and hose doing a booming business.





Thought for the Day:


You just never know what's going to crawl up out of the swamp and bite you in the derriere .



Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Chicken feed.



Even in summer, I have to feed the chickens. They can forage in the woods, so I don't feed them as much as I do in winter, when they are completely dependent on the cracked corn and scratch they get from the barn.



I have started buying forty pound sacks because the fifty pound sacks are getting hard for me to lift. Feed is like cement. It shifts on you, and it's like lifting a dead body. Harder than it sounds.

I keep a lot of animal feed stored in the barn, and I try hard to keep the supply levels up.

Once, years ago when I didn't store as much as I do now, we had an ice storm. It was almost three weeks before I could get a vehicle up to the house because the sun never shines on the jeep trail in winter. I had to park the truck down on the hard surface road. When I ran out of chicken feed, I had to haul it from the truck, to the old forest service road, then up the dirt county road, then up the jeep trail, on a sled. I could do that when I was in my thirties. I doubt I could do it now.

Cracked corn runs about eight dollars a bag here.  Scratch feeds run about $12.00 a sack. I don't buy a lot of that. I don't buy laying mash, or pellets, or any of those.



I get eggs from my chickens, but the dogs eat more of them than I do.

After this summer, I have about 75 chickens, more than I need. They are free range, so they aren't much of a bother.

If events dictate it, I'll eat the chickens. I have plenty of roosters I could spare. When I was a kid I had to help my mom butcher chickens. I didn't like it then, and I don't want to do it now, but I could if I had to.

For the most part, I have chickens because my wife likes them. She likes to feed them and she likes to watch them foraging in the woods while she sits on the porch swing.

I don't mind them. They keep the area around the buildings free of weeds , they're a good alarm system, and they eat snakes.



With winter just a couple of months away,  there are things I need to start doing. I have to put the heater back down in the pump house soon.  Then I'll put bales of hay around and on top of the pump house, and it won't freeze up in sub zero weather.


This year, we've decided to bring the dogs inside the main house during the winter.  Tuggy is too old to survive another cold winter outdoors, even with the straw bale dog house. 

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They can go out for awhile to roust around during the day, but at night when it's so cold that pine trees limbs are cracking out in the woods, they will have to stay in the house. We will put a rug for them by the hearth.




Time to get ready for winter. But we still have some summer like weather ahead of us. The drought here is getting serious now, and I'm hoping we will get some rain as October comes in .  By the end of November we will be having snow, if this is a normal year.  Supposed to be lots of snow and ice this winter, but we can just fort up on the mountain top and ride it out if need be.






Some Signs of the Times: