I saw a news article on wounded war dogs. In my day, they would simply have been euthanized. I know a doctor who was a dog handler with the LRRP teams in Viet Nam. There was a serious run in between his team and the NVA, and his dog was badly injured. When they got back to their base, his C.O. sent him on a milk run up to some base or other to bring back a truck load of equipment. While he was gone they gave his dog morphine and killed him. This was almost 45 years ago, and the guy still can't talk about it. It was only after I got to know him really well that he told me about it. We aren't "friends" but we have some shared experiences that give us a connection. I'm glad they do what they can for the dogs today. They get to be as much of the team as the human members.
Cheaper than Dirt is out with the new catalog. They always have just about any kind of ammunition you might need, and they have a wide range of survivalist supplies and equipment as well.
They are far and away not the cheapest supplier out there. For common types of ammo you can get what you need at a big box store at considerably less cost. Anything you do buy from them, you will have to pay shipping on, and as of this past summer I have to pay state tax on the products at the rate of 7%.
If you don't buy something from them ever so often, they'll cut you off the mailing list and you won't get a catalog unless you go on line and request it.
It's a good catalog though, and sometimes you can find things you want that others aren't offering at the moment.
American Survival Guide came out with a good issue this month.
There's an interesting article about a fairly old fellow and how he gets prepared for winter. He's a lot more into hunting for meat, where I just buy it, but it was a useful article. The man knows what he's doing and has a good overall system.
I read the medical articles, although since we have a nurse in our "mutual aid society" I am not so obsessed with medical issues as I once was. I know something could happen to her, so I am trying to keep up with all of the medical aspects I need to be familiar with. I don't enjoy those articles though.
These magazines are a big help in making sure you have your bases covered. If you get just one idea on how to improve your situation, or you find even a single weakness in your plans and preparations, it's money well spent. The advertisements are great because they keep you up to speed on new items of equipment or supplies you might want. You may not be able to afford the wonderful pieces of gear they review. ( I certainly can't lay out $100,000 on a new off road vehicle) but you may see a need that can be filled not with the high priced item being reviewed but with some item from a surplus store that does the same thing.
In reading Lights Out for the umpteenth time, I came across a character I hadn't thought much about previously. He had a nice retreat, well stocked, until marauders ran him out of it and then he was essentially screwed. That's me. I have made zero provision for "Getting Out of Dodge."
Probably the biggest single factor in my abandoning the concept of " Bugging Out" was Cormack McCarthy's book The Road.
I read that, and I thought to myself that our group would not last long in that environment. Then I saw the movie and that settled it. But now I'm trying to force myself to be a little more realistic. That's why I am reading these magazine articles about subjects that are not natural interests of mine.
But I'm trying to give it some thought, in case the unthinkable should happen. The wilderness skills article in this issue was one I read without any particular relish but I did read it. Because I needed to read it. This place up here was selected for the advantages it offered in building a retreat. I've improved it, secured it, addressed every need I can think of , tried to anticipate every unexpected event. But I don't want to wind up like the character in Light's Out, whose only flaw was being so sure he'd never have to displace that he made no provision for doing so. This is a late development for me, but old dog's can learn new tricks, folk sayings to the contrary.
It's easy for certain types of people to become too sure of themselves, to be so self confident that they are blinded to facts.
That's been one of my personal issues I've had to struggle with most of my life, so I've learned to be on guard against it. Over the years, when my friends advised me to at least give some thought to how I'd displace out of here if I needed to, I ignored their advice.
But as I've gotten older, I've had to cope with more instances of events that I can't control, which effect my entire family. So now I acknowledge that the day might come where we can't stay here in bad times. A little prior planning can prevent poor performance, if you take the time and effort. Hence my reading articles I'm not really that intrigued by, but which may come in useful some day.
At any rate.......
The latest issue of Off Grid is out. If I don't get into town soon, I'll have to back order it. Survival magazines, Gun magazines, and gardening magazines go off the rack at a rapid pace here. You snooze, you lose.
I'd subscribe, but they mail their magazines with no plastic sleeve, so by the time they get out to my mailbox way up here they are all beat to hell, spindled, folded, mutilated and wet.
So get them in town, But I haven't been going to town nearly as much as I used to. I do get them on my Kindle as well, but trying to read a magazine on a Kindle is too hard.
I keep all my survival magazines in my reference library, and most of them are ten dollars a pop. So I want them in good shape.
When I was in my 50's, I could still wander through the woods. I didn't go out as far as I did when my son would go with me, but I wasn't afraid to go out there with a map and a compass. Later I carried a GPS for backup. I really enjoyed those jaunts way off where nobody ever went. I was thinking today, as I sat on my porch, that I should go down the mountain and get the mail. But I dreaded walking, it's a real struggle to get back up. I could take the truck, but then I have to take down the wire gate at the edge of the meadow, take down a number of wire based warning devices, unlock the gate, lock the gate, drive to the mailbox, then drive to a wide spot where I can turn around, then unlock the gate, relock the gate, reset the wires. And before I do any of that I have to take the tarp off the truck, then put it back on when I get back. Then go in the house and reset some electronic warning devices. I'm not going to get the mail. And I'm sure not going to be able to do any of those long meandering trips into the national forest. That's over for me.
I guess I'll work out on the elliptical some. I hate it, but I don't want to keel over dead . I have too much yet to do.