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Religion & Faith / Prayer Request
« on: July 15, 2011, 08:30:50 AM »
I am asking every one, if they would, to pray for President Obama,  Psalms 109:8.

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Gardens & Crops / A question for the gardeners
« on: July 15, 2011, 05:24:10 AM »
My summer squash is having problems with blossom end rot.  I done the research, and found out it is caused by a calcium deficiency.  They recommended using gypsum and a couple other products.  None of which I have.  I was wondering if powdered milk would work for raising the calcium level of the soil?

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General Off Topic Discussion / Happy Independence Day
« on: July 03, 2011, 08:19:20 PM »
Just wanted to take a moment to say Happy Indepencence Day to all my friends on the forum.

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Other Livestock / Sheep anyone?
« on: June 02, 2011, 08:41:22 PM »
I've often thought of having sheep on a homestead.  They provide a quadruple service.  Food, wool, leather and lots of organic material.  I've never raised sheep, so I don't know where to begin.  Anyone have any hints.

I've read somewhere that by putting a billy goat with the sheep, the billy will help protect them.

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War / Terrorist Attacks / NEW SCENARIO
« on: May 30, 2011, 05:41:12 PM »
A little brain storming.  Let's say that the terrorist group, were able to smuggle 7 small nuclear weapons into the country.  What 7 cities do you think they would target? 
I'll go first
1 DC
2 NYC
3 Atlanta
4 Chicago
The last 3 are kind of random
5 LA or San Francisco
6 Miami
7 The refineries in Texas or Louisiana

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War / Terrorist Attacks / Are nuclear suitcase bombs possible
« on: May 26, 2011, 07:55:34 AM »
This is real scarey   It's kind of a dry read, but worth the knowledge.

http://nuclearweaponarchive.org/News/DoSuitcaseNukesExist.html

By Carey Sublette

t is impossible to verify at the time of this writing whether nuclear devices sized to fit in side a suitcase were actually manufactured by the former Soviet Union, as alleged by Alexander Lebed in September 1997. It is certainly possibel to assess the technicial plausibility of such a claim and to provide a analysis of the likely characteristics of the weapons Lebed described.

A suitcase bomb with dimensions of 60 x 40 x 20 centimeters is by any standard a very compact nuclear weapon. Information is lacking on compact Soviet weapons, but a fair amount of information is available on compact US designs which provides a good basis for comparison.

The smallest possible bomb-like object would be a single critical mass of plutonium (or U-233) at maximum density under normal conditions. An unreflected spherical alpha-phase critical mass of Pu-239 weighs 10.5 kg and is 10.1 cm across.

A single critical mass cannot cause an explosion however since it does not cause fission multiplication, somewhat more than a critical mass is required for that. But it does not take much more than a single critical mass to cause significant explosions. As little an excess as 10% (1.1 critical masses) can produce explosions of 10-20 tons. This low yield seems trivial compared to weapons with yields in the kilotons or megatons, but it is actually far more dangerous than conventional explosives of equivalent yield due to the intense radiation emitted. A 20 ton fission explosion, for example, produces a very dangerous 500 rem radiation exposure at 400 meters from burst point, and a 100% lethal 1350 rem exposure at 300 meters. A yield of 10-20 tons is also equal to the yield of the lowest yield nuclear warhead ever deployed by the US -- the W-54 used in the Davy Crockett recoilless rifle.

A mere 1.2 critical masses can produce explosive yield of 100 tons, and 1.35 critical masses can reach 250 tons. At this point a nation with sophisticated weapons technology can employ fusion boosting to raise the yield well into the kiloton range without requiring additional fissile material.

The amount of fissile material that constitutes a "critical mass" varies with the material density and the type of neutron reflector present (if any). A high explosive implosion can compress fissile material to greater than normal density, thus reducing the critical mass. A neutron reflector reduces neutron loss and reduces the critical mass at a constant density. However generally speaking, adding explosives or neutron reflectors to a core adds considerably more mass to the whole system than it saves.

A limited exception to this is that a thin beryllium reflector (thickness no more than the core radius) can actually reduce the total mass of the system, although it increases its overall diameter. For beryllium thicknesses of a few centimeters, the radius of a plutonium core is reduced by 40-60% of the reflector thickness. Since the density difference between these materials is on the order of 10:1, substantial mass savings (a couple of kilograms) can be achieved. At some point though increasing the thickness of the reflector begins to add more mass than it saves since volume increases with the cube of the radius. This marks the point of minimum total mass for the reflector/core system.

A low yield minimum mass or minimum volume weapon would thus use an efficient fissile material (plutonium or U-233), a limited amount of high explosives (sufficient only to assembly the core, not to compress it to greater than normal density), and a thin beryllium reflector.

We can now try to estimated the absolute minimum possible mass for a bomb with a significant yield. Since the critical mass for alpha-phase plutonium is 10.5 kg, and an additional 20-30% of mass is needed to make a significant explosion, this implies 13 kg or so. A thin beryllium reflector can reduce this by a couple of kilograms, but the necessary high explosive, packaging, triggering system, etc. will add mass, so the true absolute minimum probably lies in the range of 11-15 kg (and is probably closer to 15 than 11).

This is probably a fair description of the W-54 Davy Crockett warhead. This warhead was the lightest ever deployed by the US, with a minimum mass of about 23 kg (it also came in heavier packages) and had yields ranging from 10 tons up to 1 Kt in various versions. The warhead was basically egg-shaped with the minor axis of 27.3 cm and a major axis of 40 cm. The test devices for this design fired in Hardtack Phase II (shots Hamilton and Humboldt on 15 October and 29 October 1958) weighed only 16 kg, impressively close to the minimum mass estimated above. These devices were 28 cm by 30 cm.

Davy CrockettW-54 Davy Crockett (38 K)

The W-54 design probably approaches the minimum size for a spherical implosion device (the US has conducted tests of a 25.4 cm implosion systems however).

The W-54 nuclear package is certainly light enough by itself to be used in a "suitcase bomb" but the closest equivalent to such a device that US has ever deployed was a man-carried version called the Mk-54 SADM (Small Atomic Demolition Munition). This used a version of the W-54, but the whole package was much larger and heavier. It was a cylinder 40 cm by 60 cm, and weighed 68 kg (the actual warhead portion weighed only 27 kg). Although the Mk-54 SADM has itself been called a "suitcase bomb" it is more like a "steamer trunk" bomb, especially considering its weight.

Minimum mass and minimum volume are not the only design criteria of interest of course, since even 25.4 cm (10 inches) is rather thick even for a suitcase and is wider than the reported 20 cm thickness of Alexander Lebed's suitcase bomb. Another approach is to instead develop a minimum diameter or minimum thickness design.

Minimizing nuclear weapon diameters has been a subject of intense interest for developing nuclear artillery shells, since the largest field artillery is typically the 208 mm (8.2 inch) caliber, with 155 mm (6.1 inches) artillery being the workhorse. Nuclear artillery shell designs with diameters as small as 105 mm have been studied. Packaging a nuclear artillery shell in a suitcase is an obvious route for creating a compact man-portable device.

The US has developed several nuclear artillery shells in the 155 mm caliber. The only one to be deployed was the W-48 nuclear warhead developed by UCRL, packaged in the M-45 AFAP (artillery fired atomic projectile) shell. The W-48 nuclear warhead measured 86 cm (34") long and weighed 53.5-58 kg (118-128 lbs). Its yield was on the order of 70 to 100 tons (it was tested in the Hardtack II Tamalpais shot with a yield of 72 tons, predicted yield was 100-300 tons).

The smallest diameter US test device publicly known was the UCRL Swift device fired in the Redwing Yuma shot on 28 May 1956 . It had a 5" (12.7 cm) diameter, a length of 62.2 cm (24.5 inches) and weighed 43.5 kg (96 lb). The test had a yield of 190 tons, but was intended to be fusion boosted (and thus would probably have had a yield in the kiloton range) but its yield was insufficient to ignite the fusion reaction and it failed to boost in this test. This test may have been a predecessor to the W-48 design.

Later and lighter 155 mm designs were also developed -- the W74 (canceled early in development), and the W-82/XM-785 shell. The W82 had a yield of up to 2 kilotons and weighed 43 kg (95 lb), but included a number of sophisticated additional features within this weight. Since it was capable of being fielded with a "neutron bomb" (enhanced radiation) option, which is intrinsically more complex than a basic nuclear warhead, and was in addition rocket boosted, the actual minimum nuclear package was substantially lighter than the weight of the complete round. Its overall length was 86 cm (34").

It is reported that designs least as small as 105 mm (4.1 inches) are possible. A hypothetical 105 mm system developed for use in an artillery shell would be about 50 cm (20 inches) long and weigh around 20 kg.

Compact nuclear artillery shells (208 mm and under) are based on a design approach called linear implosion. The linear implosion concept is that an elongated (football shaped) lower density subcritical mass of material can be compressed and deformed into a critical higher density spherical configuration by embedding it in a cylinder of explosives which are initiated at each end. As the detonation progresses from each direction towards the middle, the fissile mass is squeezed into a supercritical shape. The Swift device is known to have been a linear implosion design.
Linear Implosion System

It is quite likely, that should the suitcase bombs described by Lebed actually exist, that they would use this technology. It is clear that any of the 155 mm artillery shells, if shortened by omitting the non-essential conical ogive and fuze would fit diagonally in the package that Lebed describes, and the Swift device would fit easily. If the yield is as much as 10 kilotons, then the device would have to be fusion boosted.

A somewhat more sophisticated variation would extend the linear implosion concept to cylindrical implosion, in this case an oblate (squashed) spheroid, roughly discus-shaped, of plutonium would be embedded in a cylinder of high explosive which is initiated simultaneously around its perimeter. The cylindrically converging detonation would compress and deform the fissile mass into a sphere, that could be wider than the original thickness of the system. This type of design would make the flattest possible bomb design, perhaps as little as 5 cm. The only obvious application for such a device would be briefcase bomb, and would require a special development effort to create it.

See Section 4.2 of the Nuclear Weapons FAQ for more details.

Source of weapon and test details The Swords of Armageddon, by Chuck Hansen, Chuckelea Publishing, 1995.

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Religion & Faith / Does the bible tell Christians to be preppers?
« on: May 06, 2011, 07:31:56 PM »
What are your opinions on religion and prepping?

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Politics / New candidate for POTUS?
« on: March 02, 2011, 11:42:36 AM »
It seems that Donald Trump is trying to decide if he has enough support to make a run for the presidency.

You can find out more here:  www.shouldtrumprun.com

He is a very successful business man, but do you think he'd make a good POTUS?

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Survival Fiction / Thom's Sporting Goods
« on: December 31, 2010, 12:54:21 PM »
Here's the first three chapters of my new story.  Hope ya'll enjoy it.\


Chapter 1


   It was 7:30 PM on Saturday.  I had just closed up the sporting goods shop I’ve owned and operated for thirty years.  The shop didn’t make me rich, but I had a comfortable life.  Plus all the fringe benefits, like buying equipment at cost, and the regular customers that visited.  I knew some good people.

   I stopped at the bank and made the nightly deposit, then stopped by Thelma’s Bar and Grill for a cold beer and to see where everybody would be hunting at.  Monday was the first day of pronghorn season.

   I walked up to the bar and said “evening Thelma” who was always tending bar.

   “Evening Thom, your usual?”  Thelma knew all the regulars by name, and drink.

   “Yep.”

   John Collins walked up and asked “You going to the cabin for the opening day?”

   “Sure am, It’s Liz’s third season and Darlene’s first.  I can hardly wait.”

   “Didn’t Liz get a trophy buck last year?”
   
   “Well, it wasn’t exactly a trophy, but I won’t tell her that.  But it was a good sized buck.  It had twelve inch horns and it dressed out pretty good.”

   “I had it mounted for her, she insisted that it be hung in her room.  Along with the six squirrels, two rabbits and the coyote she shot last year up at the cabin.”  The cabin was at the foot of the mountains, with a good view of the vally just below and the large creek that flowed through it.  It was also my bug out retreat.

   “I tried to talk her into putting it in the den, but she said she wanted to wake up and see it.”

   Thelma placed a cold beer on the bar in front of me and asked “Did I hear you say that Darlene was going this year?”

   “That’s right.  I think I’m as excited as she is.”

   “What gun is she going to use?” John asked.

   “She’s going to use liz’s Remington 700.  The .243 she shot the buck with last year.”

   “Then what’s Liz going to use?”  Thelma asked.

   “When Liz turned sixteen I asked her what she wanted for her birthday.  I figured she’d want a car or more likely a pickup, but she asked for a Weatherby Vanguard in .270WSM.” 

   “When she got it she gave Darlene her .243.  She told Darlene ‘it‘s a good rifle, you‘ll be able to take a buck if you do your part.‘  I almost fell over.  But she‘s always looking out for her younger sisters.” 

   “She sounds like a good little redneck girl.  Is she single?” a stranger said.  His eyes were glassy and his speech was slurred.  It was obvious he’s been in the bar too long.

   “She is sixteen, and I’ll thank you for not disparaging my daughter.” I warned.

   “She’s probably fat as a hog.” the stranger said. “How many daughters you got?” he then asked.

   Thelma could see I was about to lose my temper.  “No more drinks for you tonight, you‘re cut off.  Go back to the motel and sleep it off.” she said.

   “I asked the man how many daughters he had.” the man said.

   “I have eight daughters.” I replied through clenched teeth.

   The man couldn’t or wouldn’t take a hint. “Ya hear that, Stan?  One more and he’d have a golf course.”  He looked at his buddy and was laughing  “Get it, he’d have nine hoe’s.”

   “Thom, don’t” Thelma warned, but it was already too late.  When the drunk looked back at me, my fist connected with his mouth.  He’d pushed one button too many.

   I’m normally a calm and gentle soul, but the one button you don’t want to push is about my family.

   Quick as lightning, Thelma had the sawed off double barrel laid across the bar pointing directly at the drunk man and his friend.  “Get him out of here, and don’t come back.” she growled.

   The drunk was spitting out blood and teeth. “He bwoke my teef out.” he mumbled through his bloody mouth.  “You gwoing to pay for dat, A$$ hoe”

   I prepared to defend myself, but John stepped between the drunk and me.

   “You’re lucky.” John said, pulling back his coat to expose the pistol he had on his belt.  “I’d have shot you.  Now get!”

   With the double barrel pointing at him, and another man ready to pull another weapon on him, the drunk decided to let his friend pull him away.

   Stan drug his friend toward the door.  “Come on dummy, I’ve told you about running your mouth to the wrong person.”

   When they got to the door, the drunk turned and said “You haben’t heawd the wast o dis.” 

   Stan pulled his friend out the door.

   “Billy,” Thelma said, “go make sure they leave.”

   “Yes ma’am.”

   “Sorry Thelma.  The guy just pushed too hard.”  I apologized.

Thelma handed me a towel with some ice in it for my hand.  It was starting to hurt.

   “He had it coming, he’s been running his mouth ever since he got here.” Thelma said.  “You better skedaddle yourself.  I figure the local LEO will be here directly.  “You can return the towel next week when you come by.

   I set my beer on the bar and headed for the door.  Billy met me at the door and said “They just pulled out.  Give them another second to get out of sight.’

   Billy was Thelma’s son, also the bouncer, stockman and gofer.  At six foot and six inches and a very muscular three fifty, he was a very intimidating presence, but he was gentle as a lamb.  As gentle as he was, he could still handle himself if he had to.

   “OK Billy.” I said.  When the pick up was out of sight, I went to my Jeep and went home.

   I entered the house through the kitchen door, as per my usual entrance.  Tina, my wife greeted me with a kiss, then began the procession of kids who all wanted their special moment with Daddy.

   It was always from youngest to oldest, Abigail, 2, then Brandy, 4, Tonya, 6, Karen, 8 , Susan, 10, Jenifer, 12, Darlene, 14, and Elizabeth, 16.  Each one got a hug, a kiss and an ’I love you’. 

   After the hello’s, and the girls went back to their own projects, Tina asked me, “What did you do to your hand?”

   “Long story short, I had to teach a drunk some manners at Thelma’s place.  I’ll tell you all about it after the girls go to bed. 

   What’s for dinner?   I’m starved, and something smells wonderful?”

   “Antelope roast, for luck on the hunt.  It’s the last of the antelope, so you guys better bring home some more.”

   “We’ll do our best, Mom.”  Liz said.  She was standing in the door of the kitchen.  “Dad, have you seen the weather report for next week?”

   “No, have you?”

   “Yep, gonna be cold and snowy Monday and Tuesday.  Then even colder the rest of the week.”

   “You’ll be glad of the extra fire wood you stacked up during the summer.” Tina said.

   “Not to mention the long johns we got.” Liz said.

   “After supper, I’ll help you and Darlene get packed.” I said.

   “No need, Dad, I finished packing this morning, and Darlene has been packed for a month now.”

   I whistled through my teeth.  “A Month?  You don’t suppose she’s anxious do you?” 

   We all laughed.

   “Well then, after we eat, I guess I’ll just pack my own kit.”

   “Let me know if you need any help with that, Dad.”  She walked back into the living room to play scrabble with Darlene.

   “Go get washed up, dinner is almost ready.” Tina said.

   After the meal, and the youngest three were in bed, I got out my old alice pack from my days as a Marine.  It was a little tattered, but has served me well.  Several of my friends have told me I should get a different pack, but I think I’ll keep this one till it falls apart completely.  The rest of the family have various and sundry packs.  Even two year old Abby has a small pack for her dolls when we go camping.

   Tina, who was in the Army, likes her M.O.L.L.E. pack system.  It works for her.  That’s the thing about personal gear.  It’s personal.  What works for me may not be right for some one else, and vice versa.

   With the packs taken care of, and the two boxes of food prepared and ready to go, the only thing left was to make sure the guns were cleaned and ready.

   First I checked on Liz’s Weatherby, just as I expected, it was freshly cleaned and oiled.  Next was Darlene’s (formerly Liz’s) Remington 700 in the .243.  It too was spotless.  I bet Liz helped Darlene with it.  Then I checked my Sako in .308.  It was a little dusty from sitting in the gun locker for so long, so I got out the cleaning kit and took care of it.  Lastly I took out the .44 mag Ruger Black Hawk and cleaned it up.  There are a few grizzlies in that area. 

   Next I went to the locked ammo box and organized the ammo we were taking with us.  One hundred rounds each was way more than what we needed, but I like to be prepared.  If we limit out on antelope, we may try some mule deer hunting.

   Tina had insisted that the girls not miss any lessons while we were at the cabin, and had given me their lessons for the camp.   All the girls were home schooled. They were set up by day, then subject.  Each in their own folder, with each girls lesson folders going into their own folder with their name on it.  My goodness Tina sure is organized.  She has to be to keep up with all eight kids all day long.

   I set out the tree stand and the collapsible ground blind to be loaded after church tomorrow.  The only thing to do was to call Bob and Carroll before church tomorrow to make sure the horses would be at the cabin.  Our family owned the horses and Bob and Carroll took care of them for us. 

   They had a small ranch about fifteen miles down stream from the cabin.  We try to get over to see them at least once a month.  They have three sons, two of which live in the big city now.  Carl, the youngest came back to the ranch after college.  He said that corporate life was not for him, that he’d rather work the ranch.  I’m sure that Bob and Carroll are happy with that arrangement.   They’re getting close to their 60’s now, and aren’t up to all the hard labor it takes to run the ranch.

   I placed the packs, the gear and the gun cases in the den so they would be ready to load tomorrow.  I left the two boxes of food that Tina had prepared for us on the kitchen counter. No need to carry them to the den then back through the kitchen again to load.

   I went to the living room and found Tina watching one of the 24 hour news channels.  “Every thing is all set and ready to go.” I said.

That’s nice, Dear.” she said, “Looks like North and south Korea are getting ready to start another war.  The North is saying that the South sank one of their submarines and the south is counter claiming the sub attacked one of it’s war ships in their own waters.  They are both building up forces along the DMZ and tensions are really high at the moment.”

   “What else are they saying?”

   “The President said he would support the South and is ready to mobilize the Marine amphibious units and the Air Force Tactical air wing.  He is also prepared to mobilize the Naval station on Okinawa, and in the rest of the Pacific.”

   “The Chinese are moving troops closer to the North Korean boarder, just in case.  Russia is scrambling to get troops to it’s eastern boarder, again just in case. Looks like it…….”

   The news commentator was saying “This is just in, North Korea’s leader Kim Jong Ill has just released this statement: ’If America interferes with our dispute with the South, we will be forced to retaliate in kind.  We are not removing any options from the table at this time.  We will not hesitate to strike if we are attacked.’ “

    The other talking head looked at his co-anchor and said, “That means they have not ruled out the nuclear option.”

   The T.V. went to shots of the DMZ and file footage.

   “You and the girls are more than welcome to come along to the camp if you like.” I said.  “It wouldn’t be that much trouble to pack some things for you and the girls.  Besides, you know we’ll be safe at the camp.  I haven’t called Bob and Carroll yet to deliver the horses, I could have him deliver all of them.”

   “No, this is a special week for you, Liz and Darlene.  Besides, Jen and Sue have to sign up for ballet on Wednesday.  They are so looking forward to it.”

   “Ok, but if you change your mind, you know how to get to the cabin.”

   Tina went back to watching the talking heads on the T.V.  It was just more rehashing of the same story.   

   “They (North Korea) will settle down before long.  It’s just Kim Jong Mentally Ill blustering.  I’m going to bed.”  I gave Tina a kiss and headed for bed.

   “Good night dear.”

   

Chapter 2



   I woke up in the middle of the night, because I was cold.  I was reaching for the extra blanket when I stopped short.  Something wasn’t right.  I didn’t know what, but something was wrong.  I was determined to figure out what it was.  I got up out of bed to empty my bladder.  When my feet hit the floor, I realized how cold the house was.  It was unusually dark and very quiet as well.  I got to the bathroom and flipped the light switch…..nothing.  ‘OK, powers out, no problem, I’ll go put extra blankets on the kids and go back to bed, I can still get some more sleep.  Let’s see it‘s….crap, my watch must have died.’

   I went back to the bedroom and picked up my cell phone to see what time it was.  OK, something is really wrong.

   “Tina, wake up!  Something’s wrong.”

   “What! What’s wrong?” came the groggy response.

   “What was the last you herd on the news last night?”

   “Huh?  What?  I don‘t know, let me think.” she said groggily

   “I think North Korea followed through with it’s threats.”

   Tina came wide awake.  “You mean we’re under attack?”

   “I think we’ve been attacked.  Nothing works, the power’s out, cell phone is dead, check the land line.”

   Tina reached over and lifted the hand set.  “Nothing.”  She shuddered, from fear or the cold, or both.

   “I think they hit us with a high altitude nuke.  An EMP attack.”

   “Oh no, now what do we do?”  Tina seemed out of sorts.

   “What have we practiced?  Looks like we’re all going to the cabin after all.”

   “Right, sorry I almost lost it for a second.  I’m glad you’re so cool under pressure.” She said

   I’ll go see if either one of the vehicles will start while you start getting the food ready to load.” 

   We started getting dressed.  Tina asked me “Do you think the trucks will start?”  She always called them trucks.

   “I have my doubts about my Jeep, but I feel certain the Suburban will start.  We had the Cummins diesel put in and all the electronics removed.”

   “It would be nice if both vehicles would start, we could pull both trailers and move everything we needed in one trip, but we will make do with what ever we have.” Tina said.

   “Before you go outside, would you get the two big coolers from the basement for me?  I‘ll need them to empty the freezer.”

   “Sure.  I’ll also bring out the camping lanterns.”

   “Good idea, it would be better than working by flashlight.”

   I went to each of the bedrooms first and added extra covers to the girls beds then went to the basement, I found the supply of one pound propane tanks and inserted one into a lantern, then lit it.  Working by the new found light, I gathered up the two big ice chests.  Placing all the one pound tanks and the other lantern into the first cooler I carried the lot up to the kitchen.  When I got there I inserted another tank into the second lantern and then lit it also. 

   Tina showed up just as I got the second lantern lit.  “That’s much better” she said.

   “I’ll be back in a moment” and I went back to the basement.

   I retrieved the other cooler and started back up.  I stopped half way to the stairs and looked around the basement.  Turning around I grabbed the sleeping bags, water filters and a few other items.  I said to myself, ‘As long as Tina and I have been preppers, you would think we’d have this more organized.’

   I carried the cooler with is contents up the stairs to the kitchen, then went back to the basement. I started emptying some of the totes we’ve been using to store other junk in and carried them up to Tina so she could pack food into them.  Man, what a mess this is turning out to be.  How could a couple of hard core preppers let things get so disorganized.  ‘Oh well, life happens.  There’s no need to obsess about it now.’  I thought to myself.  ‘Just deal with it.’

   I went to the garage.  Just as I expected, the Jeep would not start.  I checked the Suburban next.  Also as I expected, it started.  The Suburban was one of the fifteen passenger models.  I had the rear most seat removed.  It still held twelve and gave us more room in the back for gear.

   I backed the Suburban out of the garage and up to the larger of the two trailers.  Hooking it up I backed it into the garage so it could be loaded with the supplies and gear.  I sometimes used the trailer to transport things to gun shows in nearby communities.  It was being used for it’s original purpose now though. 

   Next I got the luggage rack installed in it’s trailer hitch adapter that I had mounted to the front of the vehicle.

I put the six metal five gallon gas cans in the rack. The cans were full of diesel fuel with pri-D in it.  I had four more with gasoline and pri-g in it for the Jeep.  I wouldn’t be driving the Jeep, but the gas might come in handy, so I added them to the luggage rack as well.

   I had just enough room in the rack for the spare parts for the Suburban, and the tool kit.

   I started gathering the long handled tools (rakes, shovels, axes, ect) and put all of them in the box on the front of the trailer I had installed for that purpose. 

   I went back inside.  Tina had one of the coolers completely full and the other was nearly half full.  “I’m going to need another cooler for the stuff in the fridge. Would you mind?” she asked me.

   “I’ll have it up for you in a jiffy.” I replied, and headed back to the basement.  I searched the basement for anything else we might need while I was there.  ‘We’ll probably need the camping gear too’ I said to myself. 

   After taking the cooler up to Tina, I went back to the basement and emptied some more totes and filled them with the camping gear.  There were three more totes to bring up. 

   In the den, I moved the ammo box to the middle of the floor and then opened the gun safe.   I took out all the guns and reloading supplies.  I didn’t take the reloaders, because the ones here were redundancies.  I had reloaders at the cabin.  I did take all the dies, powders primers, and projectiles.

   I also got the dosimeters and the radiation detectors.

   I wasn’t that worried about fall out, North Korea didn’t have enough nuclear warheads to blanket the country.  I was hoping anyway.  At most it would be one over DC, New York, and perhaps Chicago or Atlanta.  We’re too far west to have to worry about fall out from any of them.  My hope was that none of the other nations with grudges against the U.S. would decide to kick us while we were down by launching there own nukes at us.

   Tina called to me and said “The frozen food is ready to load, and the stuff from the fridge.  If you can get them out of my way I can start packing the food from the pantry.”

   “Yes Babe, I can do that for you.  Let me know if you need more totes for the pantry”

   “I think the six you brought up will be a good start,” she said “but if I need more, I’ll let you know.”

   I started out the door with the food from the fridge first.  It went into the back of the Suburban.  Room was limited in the Suburban so I had to be careful what went in there.

   Next I put one of the coolers from the freezer next to the cooler from the fridge.  When I went back for the third cooler Tina stopped me and said, “Would you put the carrier on the roof of the truck?  I’m going to want to put the clothes and blankets into it.”

   “OK”  I said and headed out with the last cooler from the freezer.  It went into the trailer.  Then I got the luggage carrier up on top of the Suburban and secured it.  I even opened it so it would be ready to load.

   Next the ammo box, hunting gear, camping equipment and reloading supplies went into the trailer.  The guns, dosimeters radiation detectors, and one of the totes of food went into the back of the Suburban.  If we had to ditch the trailer, we had ammo and food at the cabin.  But I didn’t keep any guns there. 

   Tina had most of the food from the pantry packed and I started carrying them to the trailer. 

   When I came back inside from carrying the last of the food to the trailer, Tina met me at the kitchen door.  She was wearing her battle gear.  She had mine in her hand and handed it to me.  “You may want this.” she said.

   “I do want it, but I don’t think we’ll need it yet.”  I said.  “Most of the folks are still asleep and don’t have a clue what’s going on yet.  I am going to carry the Black Hawk in the bandolier holster.”  The state has an open carry law that lets you carry a firearm in an exposed holster.

   “Besides,  my 1911 is in the back of the truck,”  I said.  “and your AR is there too.”  I could see she had her Berretta 9mm from her night stand in the holster of her tac gear. And it was loaded, as usual.

   “I’ve got the girls clothes packed in trash bags at the bottom of the stairs. Will you load them while I get the blankets?”

   “You only love me for my muscles.” I joked and grabbed up the trash bags. 

   “That’s only part of the reason.”  she laughed, and headed back up stairs.

   Trash bags are a remarkable thing.  They are pliable, they conform to just about any space you put them in.  They’re light weight. If used right they will keep the contents clean and dry.  They can also be used for many things. 

   Trash bags can be used as a ground cloth under a sleeping bag.  They can be used as an emergency poncho.  A rain catcher, and a water carrier.  Although you have to be careful when carrying water, they are very easy to puncture, or tear. 

   They sure made loading the luggage carrier a breeze. 

   Meanwhile Tina was putting pots and pans into a tote.  Then started loading some of the older dishes into another tote.

   “Do you need any help with that?”  I asked.

   “I’ve got it under control, but thanks for asking.  I woke up Liz and Darlene to help me.”

   As I was heading to the den, Liz showed up wearing her warm hunting clothes. “What’s going on Dad?  Is everything OK?” she asked.

   I was never one to pull any punches with the girls.  If they wanted to know something, I told them the truth.  “Liz, I think the U.S. has been attacked with an EMP attack.”

   “Who done it?” she asked.

   “I’m not sure, I’m not even sure it was an attack, but all the signs are there.”

   “OK, what do you want me to do?” she asked.

   I think being honest with them has made them very pragmatic.  She knew as much as I did and was now ready to get to work.

   “I want you to wake up Tonya and Karen, and have Darlene wake up Sue and Jen.  Their clothes are set out, have them put them on, right down to the insulated underwear.  I’ll go wake up  Abby and brandy.  After they’re dressed, have them get their coats on.  Your dad is going to finish loading the truck.”

   “It’s just like we practiced Liz.” I added.

   “On my way.” Liz said and started back up the stairs.

   I put the last few boxes in the trailer and locked it.  The trailer was full, but it held it all.  We had all the blankets, towels, wash cloths, hygiene things, first aid supplies, medicines, food, camping gear, hunting gear and reloading supplies.  Plus the cook ware, dinner ware, silver ware, plastic cups and glasses, and the box of things for breakfast that would be passed out in the Suburban.

Chapter 2


   The sun was just starting to come up as we got everyone into the Suburban and started to pull out.  Tina asked me “Do you think the roads will be bad?”

   “I don’t think so, the EMP  went off in the wee hours of a Sunday morning.  There shouldn’t have been very much traffic on the road.”

   “I need to make a couple of stops on the way.” I said.  “I need to stop by Ted’s house to let Ted and Alice know what’s going on. And then I need to stop by the Store and pick up a few more things.”

   “OK” was all that Tina said.

   Ted, and his wife Alice worked at the store with me.  They were also preppers. 

   It took us about twenty minutes to get to their house.  When I pulled up Ted was putting the finishing touches on loading his truck.  It was an Army deuce and a half he had bought at a military surplus auction. 

   When I rolled up to the front of his house he put his hand on the holstered S&W M & P revolver he always carried.  When he seen who it was, he waved and motioned me over.

   “Hey Thom,” he said as I walked up, “I see you guys are already loaded.”

   “Looks like you are too.” I replied.

   “Just getting the last of it loaded now.  Any idea who it was?”

   That’s Ted for ya.  Straight to the point.  He already had it figured out, just wondering who it was.

   “I think it was North Korea.” I said.  “I’ll know more after I get to the cabin and have a chance to get the com units deployed.”

   “I wouldn’t bother with them just yet.” he said, “I tried earlier and the atmosphere is still to ionized to pick up anything.”

   “The reason I stopped by Ted, is I need your help with something at the store.  I’ll Make it worth your while.”

   “You know I will, but let me finish with this first.  But you don’t have to pay me, I don’t think dollars are going to be worth much since this has happened.”

   Alice cracked the door open just a fraction of an inch and hollered, “Who’s there Ted?”

   “It’s OK, Alice, It’s Thom and his family.  He needs us to help him at the store after we get loaded.”

   Alice opened the door the rest of the way and stepped outside.  She was still holding her M1 carbine.  “Howdy, Thom, sorry about that.”

   “It’s OK, Alice, I think it is warranted now.”

   “Thom,” Ted asked, “do you want to wait till I’m finished and then caravan over?”

   That wont be necessary, Ted.  How long do you think it will be?”

   “About fifteen minutes.”

   “That’ll be fine.” I replied  “I’ll go ahead and get a start on what I need to do.”

   “I’ll see you there then.” and started back to work loading the old truck.

   I got back in the truck and drove to the store.  When we got there I told Tina to bring the girls inside and to stand watch.  “Don’t let anyone in except Ted and Alice.”

   I went to the camping isle and opened a lantern and inserted a propane tank.  I lit the lantern and went to the back room and opened the gun vault.  Most of the guns were in the front of the store, but the really expensive guns I kept in the vault.

   “Sue, Jen, Darlene and Liz, come give me a hand.” I hollered out to the front.

   I went into the vault and selected a Barrett M92.  I stopped and grabbed a second one, and started carrying them to the front.  The girls met me coming out of the back room and I handed one each to Darlene and Liz. “Take these to the front I said.”

   I took Sue and Jen behind the counter and instructed them “Grab all the boxes of ammo that are marked 50 BMG on them and carry them to the front.”

   In all there were about six hundred rounds for the big fifties. 

   I started unlocking all the gun racks and display cases.  Then I started carrying all the guns to the vault.  Just as I was carrying the second load to the back Ted and Alice arrived.  Tina let them in and hollered to me that they were here.

   “Good.” I said.

   What do you need us for?” Ted asked.

   “First grab four of the AR-15’S and carry them to the front of the store.  Then grab a case of the thirty round magazines and carry them to the front as well.”

   “When that’s done, I want you and Alice to gather up what ever you may need or want for your BOL.”

   “Are you sure you want to do that?”

   “I told you I would make it worth your while.” I grinned.  You’re a good friend, and I know you will be needing some stuff.  Just place your things on one side near the front.”

   Alice selected a new M1 carbine and grabbed up a couple of handfuls of magazines for it.  Ted was kind of hesitant for a moment so I asked him what was the matter.

   “Thom, you’re a good man, but there is something I’ve been eyeing in the vault.  It’s kind of expensive so I hate to ask about it.”

   “What ever it is, Ted,  it’s yours.”

   “I don’t know what to say.”

   “A simple thank you will suffice, Ted.”

   “Thank you.”  and he shook my hand and went to the vault.  He came out with a Krieghoff Essencia double barrel shot gun.  It wasn’t kind of expensive, it was the most expensive gun in the shop valued at almost $30,000.  But Ted and Alice were good people and had been a big help to me.  I’m glad the shotgun has finally found a home.

   He stopped and asked me again if it was alright.

   I was glad to let him keep it.  “It’s yours now, is there any other guns you want?  I’m going to put all the guns we don’t take in the vault.  I don’t want to leave anything out to fall into the wrong hands.”

   “I wouldn’t mind taking the Ferret fifty.”  he said

   “It’s yours.”  I grabbed Jen and Sue as they were heading back to get more of the fifty caliber ammo.  “Give Ted twenty boxes of the ammo you guys are carrying please.”  That gave Ted two hundred rounds for the Ferret.

   Ted took his two new guns to the front and set them with the rifle that Alice had picked.  All in all they had eight new rifles with a thousand rounds of ammo for each rifle.  Except the Ferret.  They each had picked two new hand guns apiece and I gave them five hundred rounds of ammo for each hand gun.  I gave each of them a Mossberg 500 shotgun and two cases of ammo for each shotgun.

   They also had some of the hunting clothes, camping supplies and dehydrated food.  A good pair of snow shoes each and a couple of good knives.   I suggested they take a couple of the water purifiers and they accepted.

   After they had made there selections, I took Ted to the reloading isle and picked out three good books on reloading and gave them to him.  I also gave him four reloading presses.  One each for handgun, rifle, shotgun and a monster press for the fifty.  Then I threw in enough supplies to be able to fight a small country.

   I grabbed one of the monster presses for my new fifty caliber rifles as well.

   As we were putting all the guns from the display cases and the gun racks into the vault, Tina hollered for me “The sheriff is coming this way,  He’s on foot, but he’s moving fast.”

   “If he wants in, let him in.” I replied.

   A moment later I heard the door open and the sheriff come in.  “Thom, thank God I caught you.’’ he said after he caught his breath.

   “What can I do for you, Mat?”

   Sheriff Mathew VanHousen Parker.  Some of the town folks called him MVP, but never to his face.

   “I seen you drive by and I hot footed it over here hoping to catch you.”  He took a few more deep breaths and continued.  “Any idea what’s happening?” he asked.

   I gave him a quick run down of what I thought might be going on.

   “That would explain a lot. “ he said.  “I also wanted to see about getting some things for the Sheriff’s office if you can spare it.”

   “I’ll see what I can do Mat.  What all are you needing?”

   “If things are as bad as you say, I’ll start with a couple cases of the .40 Smith and Wesson hollow point ammo.  A couple cases of .223, and five hundred rounds of 12 ga. Buck shot.  I could also use a camp stove and a good coffee pot.”

   I started filling his order.  After I had it all set out and ready I asked him “How you going to pay for it Mat?”

   “I’ll fill out a purchase order for you and the county will pay for it in a week or two.”

   “That wont cut it, Mat,”  he looked like he was getting upset, “with no power, no computers and no real transportation, I’ll never get reimbursed for my wares.”  The sheriff had that look of despair come over his face, like a kid who didn’t get any presents at Christmas.  “But, we can work it out in barter.”

   “What do you mean?” he asked.

   “I’ll give you all of the things you requested, I’ll even throw in a battery powered short wave radio, two batteries and a solar charger for the batteries.  I’ll also throw in a game cart so you can get it to the court house.  All I ask in return is for your services to be available to my family out at the cabin if it’s needed.”

   “It sounds fare, but like you said, there’s no real transportation.  How will I get out there if I’m needed?”

   “Tina and I have fifteen horses.  All of them broke gentle.  Tomorrow after I’ve gotten my family settled, I’ll come back into town and pick you up.  I’ll take you back to the cabin and loan the sheriff’s department two of them.  There will be a few vehicles running still, but with no infusion of gas on a regular basis, they wont be running long.  So is it a deal?”

   Mat scratched his head for a moment as he thought, then stuck out his hand.  “It’s a deal”.

   We shook hands and I got the game cart and the radio equipment.  I even put the cart together for him.  Then I went to the rapidly emptying gun racks and picked out an AR-10 in .308 and set it in the pile, a dozen twenty round magazines and added two cases of ammo for it.

   “What’s that for?” he asked.

   “If I call for help, I want you to be able to bring something more than a .223.”

   Mat shook my hand again.  “I don’t know what to say.”

   “You don’t have to say anything, just keep the town under control.  Oh, by the way, if you can check on this place from time to time, I’d appreciate it.  We’re locking the guns, ammo and what’s left of the powder in the vault.  Hopefully it will keep things out of the wrong hands.”

   “That’s a good idea.  I’ll try and keep an eye on it for you.”

   “Thanks Mat.”

   We loaded down the game cart with his ‘purchases’ and he pulled it out of the door and headed for the court house where the sheriff’s office was.

   “That was a good thing you done.” Tina said.

   “Yea, but I have my motives.” I said, and went back to work.

   After we had all the things locked up I asked Ted, “If you don’t mind me asking, where are you and Alice going to hold up at?”

   “Shoot, I don’t mind telling you, Thom,  we are headed out to our boy Tommy’s farm.  He has a mutual aid agreement with four of the other farmers out there.  Don’t be afraid to come visit if you’re of a mind to.  Tommy would like to see you again.  He’s always looked up to you.”

   “Thanks Ted, If I get a chance, we’ll come by.”

   We loaded the things we were taking with us.

   “Ted, before you leave here are the frequencies we’ll be using. I gave Alice the last of the battery powered radios and the gear to keep them running.  Keep in contact.”

   “Thanks Thom.  It might take a week or two before the atmosphere losses it’s ionization, but start listening for me one week from today.”

   “You got it, Ted.”

   Tina had the girls in the truck and was still standing guard when I came and got in.  I could hear the big diesel engine on Ted’s two and a half ton truck crank up.  He pulled out and turned left to go to his son’s ranch.  I started the truck and went straight heading for the interstate and the cabin.

   
   Chapter 3


   The road was not in to bad of shape, there were the occasional stalled vehicle.  Most of the passengers had just abandoned them trying to walk home.  There was a young couple still on the highway with a small infant.  The man was trying to flag me down.  I looked at Tina and asked “What do you think?”

   “I don’t like stopping, but I think it will be OK this time.” she replied.  “They look harmless enough, and they have the baby.”

   I slowed the Suburban down and came to a stop in the middle of the road.  Rolling down the window just a crack I asked the man “What do you need?”

   “Our car broke down about two miles up the road.  I tried to restart it, but the battery died.  We waited for it to get light hoping someone would come by to help us, but you are the first people we have seen with a running car.  Is there anything you can do to help us?”

   “How old is your baby?” Tina asked.

   “He’s eleven months old, Ma’am.  We don’t have anything left for him to eat or drink.  We had planned on stopping at the next town to get more stuff”.

   “Hold on just a second.” I said and rolled up the window.  I looked at Tina and asked “It’s your call, what do you think.”

   “I can’t leave them out here with out anything.  Give them some food and water.”

   I rolled down the window a crack again and said “Stand back a step or two and I’ll get you some things.”

   “Yes sir, thank you very much.”
   
   He promptly stepped back an I took five of the toaster pastries out of the breakfast box, I took six bottles of water and three juice boxes as well.

   I opened the door and got out.  I handed him the things that I had placed in one of the spare plastic bags and explained to him “I can’t turn around to take you to town.  There is two toaster pastries each for you and your wife, a one for your son. You also have six bottles of water and three juice boxes.  The town is about eight miles down the road, you should be able to walk it in four to five hours.  When you get there find the court house and ask for Sheriff Parker.  When you find him, tell him Thom sent you.  He should be able to get you a place to stay.  I’m sorry I couldn’t give you a lift, but as you can see, we are quite full.”

   “I understand, and I really want to thank you.”  He took out a business card from his wallet and handed it to me.  “If there is anything I can do for you don’t hesitate to call me.”

   I stuck the card in my shirt pocket.  I didn’t bother to tell him it would be a long time before anyone made a phone call again.

   The young man turned and went back to his wife.  “Missy, the man gave us some food and water for us and Bryce, he said the town is only eight miles.  He even gave me a reference for the sheriff!”

   I was back in the truck and was driving off.  ‘Missy’ waved and said ‘Thank you’.  We couldn’t hear her with the windows rolled up, and the motor running, but you could see the relief in her face.

   “What was the man’s name, Dear?” asked Tina.

   I took out the card and handed it to her. “I didn’t ask, but he gave me this.”

   “Get this,” Tina said, looking at the card  “Dr. Steven Payne, Obstetrics and Gynecology.”

   “Wow!” I exclaimed, “I hope Mat has the good sense to put this man to work.  He would be a big help.  Does the card have an address?”

   “It says he’s from Chicago.”

   “He may be glad he was out here when he finds out what’s going on.”

   “What is going on?” Jen asked.

   “Sweetie, we think Chicago may not be there any more.” Tina said.

   “Why isn’t it there? Where could it go?” Sue asked.

   “We, your dad and I, think it may have been blown up by some bad people.”  Tina explained.

   “Oh, that’s terrible!” Jen said.  The girls started talking among themselves about this new situation.

   It was twenty eight miles on the interstate to get to the first turn.  We passed about a hundred stalled vehicles on the way.  As we approached each, I slowed down some just so I would have more reaction time. 

   Liz and Darlene were in the back filling AR magazines with the .223 ammo.  “Dad,” Darlene said, “I can’t get thirty rounds in this mag”.

   “Only load twenty nine in them.” Tina said.  “I know they’re supposed to be thirty rounders, but we never loaded them to capacity.  Some mags will jam with thirty rounds in them.”

   “So we need to take one round out of the ones we’ve already loaded, Liz.” Darlene said.

   “This looks bad” I said.  There was a car in the road with a man laying in the middle of the road. I stopped the truck about fifty yards away.  I got out and went to the back and put on my battle gear.  I left the Black Hawk in the back and retrieved my .45.  I got out my H & K G-3 and loaded it.

   “I’ll stand over watch if you want to check on him.” I told Tina.

   Liz and Darlene got out and came to the back.  They each grabbed an M-4 and loaded it.  We’ll take flanking positions.” Liz said.

   I started to object.  Then common sense took over.  They were both excellent shots, and had good common sense.  “OK. Liz, Right flank, Darlene, left.  Scan the tree line first, then ease over into the ditch. It’s not very deep, but it will provide you with some cover.  I’ll be behind the drivers door scanning the front for tango’s”

   Then I told the other girls “Sue, Jen, you two watch out your windows to see if anybody tries to sneak up on us from the back.”

   “Yes Daddy.”

   I hated that my babies were going to have to grow up too quick.  There was nothing that could be done about it though.

   “Liz, if you girls are ready, there’s one more thing.  If something does go bad, work your way back to the truck and get ready to roll out in a hurry. Go ahead and take your positions.”

   They had both stuck two extra mags into there belts at there back in easy reach then headed to the edge of the road.  They both scanned the wood line carefully and then went into the ditch.  Liz was crouching, and Darlene went prone on the far side of the ditch.

   “I guess we’re ready.” I told Tina.

   “Thom, I don’t like it, they’re too young.”

   “I don’t like it either, but it’s a new world, they are all going to have to grow up fast now.”

   Tina shook her head in the affirmative.  She eased out of the tuck and started scanning from ten o’clock  to two o’clock.  Rifle pointing where she looked.  As she got close to the car, she checked it for ambushers, then went to check on the man laying in the road. 

   “Clear” she hollered over her shoulder.

   She checked the mans pulse at his throat, then rolled him onto his back.  She ripped his shirt open and was looking at his chest.  She looked at me and shook her head in the negative. 

   “Come on in girls” I called.  When they got to the truck I instructed them to guard the truck while I helped their mom.

   When I got there we drug the man out of the middle of the road.  We could have left him there, but the thought of just driving over him creeped me out.

   “What happened?” I asked.

   “The poor man had a pace maker.  The EMP must have knocked it out.”

   “I see.” and we went to the truck.

   “Girls, you done real good.  I’m proud of you.” I said.  They both had big grins on their faces.  “You can keep the rifles in the seat with you, but unload them and keep the muzzles resting on the floorboard.  A new part of your studies is going to be military tactics.”

   We loaded up and started down the road.  It was only three miles to our first turn.  We made it there with no further delays.

   We turned off the interstate onto state route 12.  It was eleven miles to our next turn.  Unlike the interstate, route 12 was a wide two lane.  It was not congested, with only a handful of stalled vehicles.  But I still slowed down for each one and was diligent in watching for traps.  We made it to county road 88 in about forty five minutes.  We bypassed the small communities going this way and there was only one stalled vehicle on it.  Also abandoned.  We were on the county road for six miles before we came to township road 123.  We had to travel sixteen miles on 123 before we got to the driveway for our cabin.  After ten miles we passed the road that led to Bob and Carroll’ ranch.  After three more miles we came upon a truck with a stock trailer on the side of the road. 

   I slowed down as a precaution.  When we got closer, I could see it was Bob’s truck. He must have loaded the horses already and was taking them to the cabin.  I stopped the truck, and got out.

   “Morning Bob.” I said.  “You all right?”

   “The dern blasted truck quit on me.” Bob said.

   “What time did you start out?”  He must have been out here all night to have been caught in the EMP.

   “I just started out about a half hour ago.  I forgot to put gas in the blasted truck.”

   That’s when I noticed he was driving the old Dodge pick up.

   He noticed me looking and read my mind.  “This is the only thing that would start this morning.  I’m gonna have to get the mechanic out to look at the rest of them.”

   “What’s up with you guys?  You look like your moving.”  He said.
   
   I quickly explained what I thought was going on.

   “That’s why none of the other vehicles would start.  They’re all newer models.”

   “I think I can help with the other problem you have.  I’ve got twenty gallons of gas here you can put in your truck.  If that will help.”

   “It sure would. This truck drinks gas like them socialite ladies sip tea.  It will last me a good four hundred miles.”

   We got the four gas cans off the front of the truck and poured them into his gas tank.  Bob saved the last few ounces to pour into the carburetor.  The old Dodge cranked right up, ran for a second then sputtered and died.

   “It’s a long way from the gas tank to the engine.” Bob said. 

   I poured the last few drops out of the gas cans into the carb, and Bob tried it again.  This time it started, and sputtered, then roared to life.

   We made the last three miles with no complications.

   I swung my rig around and parked it where it would be easy to unload.

   Bob backed the stock trailer up to the gate for the corral.  I left the ladies to start unpacking, and went to help Bob unload the horses.  He had six horses in the trailer.  It was a snap to unload.  When we had the corral gate open, we untied each of the horses and they ran straight into the corral. 

   “I can only bring up six horses at a time.  This old truck won’t pull the big stock trailer.” Bob said.

   “Tell you what, Bob, let us finish unloading the box trailer and I’ll come back and pull the other stock trailer.  That way you won’t have to make another trip.  You can save your gas that way.”

   “I’ve got about a hundred and fifty gallons in the farm tank.  But it would be nice to have some help.”

   “Go on back and have the rest of my horses ready.  I’ll be there in a couple hours.” I said.  “You may want to have Carl and Carroll start forting up. I don’t expect too much trouble up here, but you can’t be to cautious.” 

   “I’ll do that.  I’ll see you in a couple hours.”  He got in his truck and drove back home.  I went and started to help unload the trailer.  All the girls were helping in there own fashion.  Jenifer had Abby and Brandy and was playing with them, to keep them busy and out of the way.  Every one else was carrying things into the house.  I picked up a tote and started helping carry things in.

   The work went quicker than I thought it would.  All the girls were doing a grown ups share of the labor.  When the truck and trailer were unloaded, I selected a few guns for Bob’s family.  I knew he only had the one double barrel and a Marlin .22.

   I backed the trailer under the pole barn and left it there.  When I got to Bob’s house, he already had the big stock trailer in place and the rest of my horses in his corral.  It didn’t take long to get the trailer hooked up and the horses loaded.  Carl was helping and Carroll came out with a pitcher of sweet tea when we were done. 

   Carroll poured me a glass of tea and I accepted it graciously.  It was still cold. 

   “Bob,” I said “If you want money for the trouble, I’ll pay you, but I don’t think money will be of much value anymore.  If you’ll take it I do have something to give you.”

   If things are as bad as you say they are, I don’t think money will be much good anyway.  What are you proposing?”

   I went to the back seat of the Suburban and pulled out the ‘payment’.  “I have here two AR-15’s for you and Carl, I’ve also got an M1 carbine for Carroll.  Four thousand rounds of ammo for the AR’s and a thousand rounds for the M1.  I’ve also got you an FRS business band radio.  We have one of them at the cabin as well so you can call if you need anything.  There is a Remington 870 shotgun with five hundred rounds of buck shot and a Remington 700 in .308 with two hundred rounds of ammo and two Ruger Vaquero’s in .45 long colt. 

   “What’s the catch?” Carl asked.

   “I’m not asking much, just that we agree to help each other if the other needs it.”

   “Why, Thom, you know we’d help if you called, there’s no need for this arsenal.”  Bob said.

   I knew he would say that.  “Let’s just say it’s for my own peace of mind.  I know the only guns you have is the Marlin Glenfield .22 and the old water fowling piece you grandpa gave to you.”

   “I’ve never needed much of anything else.” he said.

   “I know, but times are changing rapidly.  It may not be long before you’ll have to fight to keep what’s yours.  I’ll be glad to show you how they operate.”

   While Bob was mulling this over a young lady carrying a tray came out of the house, followed by a little boy, and walked up. 

   “I brought ya’ll some sandwiches.” the young lady said.  She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

   Carroll made the introductions.  “Thom, this is Gretchen,  Gretchen, this is Thom.”

   “Pleased to meet you.” I managed to say without embarrassing myself.

   Carroll continued.  “Thom’s family owns the cabin we talked about yesterday.  Gretchen is Carl’s fiancé,” she picked up the little boy, “and this young man is Karl, spelled with a K.”

   I shook the boys hand “Pleased to meet you Karl.”  He grinned, and buried his face on his new grandmothers shoulder.

   I accepted the offered sandwich and ate like a starved man.  I guess I was starved, I had given my breakfast to the young doctor and his family.

   After we ate, I showed every one how to operate first the AR’s then the M1.  We walked to the back of the house and they each fired of a few rounds with each of the rifles. 

   The real shocker for me was Gretchen.  She was making a soda can jump at two hundred yards with the Remington .308  “You are a natural.” I commented.

   “Shoot, my daddy had me hunting when I was just a child.  I took my first white tail buck when I was fifteen.  I’ve hunted deer squirrel, rabbit and wild boar.  I was never much into hunting ducks, it was always too cold for me.”

   I couldn’t help notice the similarities between Liz and Gretchen.  “You have a remarkable similarity to my oldest daughter.  She was fifteen when she took her first antelope.  That was last year.”

   “I bet we could swap a few stories, her and me.”  she said.  She had a deep southern accent.

   “I bet you could too.  You‘re either from Georgia or South Carolina.”  I said

   “I’m from Gor’ga, and proud to be a southerner” she boasted.
“must be my accent gave me away.”

   “Yes ma’am.”

   I turned my attention to Bob.  “If it’s OK with you, I’ll drop the trailer off tomorrow on my way back into town.  I’ve got to go pick up Sheriff Parker and bring him back to the cabin.  I’m going to loan the sheriff’s department a couple of my horses.”

   “How is Mat any way?”  Carl asked.  “I haven’t seen him since I got that speeding ticket a few years back.”

   “I seen him this morning.  He seemed out of sorts, kinda.  I Don’t think he’s come to grips with the reality of what’s going on.”

   Bob said “He’ll come around.  He’s a resourceful person.  That’s why I voted for him.”

   “Yea, me too.”  I said.

   “If you want to drop the trailer off tomorrow, that’s fine.  When you come back through from town, stop in with Mat, I have a a couple of horses he can borrow also.”

   “I’ll let him know, and we will stop in on the back to my place.  But I’d make him work for it though.  Remind him of his responsibilities, and have him promise to come out if he’s needed.”

   “I’ll do just that.”

   It was a short drive home.  I backed the trailer up to the corral gate and opened it.  The four older girls came out to help unload the horses.  When I had the trailer gate open, I told the girls to untie the horses and let them go.  It was just as easy as the first time.

   “Good job girls”.

   “When can we go riding?” Sue asked.

   “In a couple of days.” I replied.

   Jen and Sue were ecstatic.  They loved to ride.  They would certainly get their chance now.  I left the truck where it was at and went into the house.  Darlene was feeding some firewood into the Franklin stove. 

   When she seen me she said “Daddy, guess what I did.” with out waiting, she said, “I started the fire with the fire starter all by myself.”

   “That’s great!, I’m very proud of you.”  and I was.  All the girls had acted like adults today. 

   “Honey, I’m going to use the camp stove to make supper with.  It’s been a long day, and we don’t have anything set up yet.  How about some dehydrated meals and then an early night?” Tina asked.

   “That sounds like a good idea to me.” I said.

   Just then Tonya came up and asked, “Mommy, I’m hungry, can we eat something?”

   Karen spoke up also “Me too, I’m starved.”

   “Looks like we’re having survival food.  I’ll get the stove out.” I said. 

   Normally at the cabin, we cooked on the Franklin stove, or in the solar oven.  There was not enough light this time of year for the solar oven, and the Franklin was not ready yet.

   We feasted on freeze dried turkey tetrezini, reconstituted peaches, canned fruit bread with powdered butter mixed with canned coconut milk to fix it into a spreadable paste and a mixed fruit drink.

   After the meal, it was Jenifer and Susan’s turn to clean up.  There wasn’t much to clean up.  Throw away the pouches that the FD food had come in, put the butter into the ice chest and wash the ten plates and the silverware.  They were done in fifteen minutes.

   After supper, Tina started the girls on there daily lessons.  After all, there had to be some normalcy to their lives, and learning was one of those things that made life normal.

   While Tina was doing that, I went to the basement. First I checked the battery bank.  They still had ninety five percent of a charge left.  I then hooked up the inverter that fed them.  Next I carried out the twelve photo voltaic panels from the storage room.  Going out the basement door, and up to the ground level, I set each panel in place in the frame specially built to hold them.   I hooked up the lead to each panel as I put them in place.

It was too close to dark for the P.V. panels to do much good.  But they were set up for tomorrow.  It was going to be another long day tomorrow.

   I turned on the lights on the battery system to work by.  I swung the work bench out and locked it in place.  The work bench lock has a remote release system and is spring loaded so it will swing back into place when the release is activated. 

   Then I rolled the big shelf unit to where the work bench had been.  There are wheels on the bottom of the shelf unit hidden by a false front on the unit.  Behind the shelf unit was a heavy metal door that was the entrance to the shelter. I unlocked the shelter door and went in. 

   I hooked the radios up to the battery power.  As I was hooking up each radio, I removed that radios antenna from the grounding block and hooked it to the radio.

   The radio bank contained long range, and mid range shortwave transceivers. Short rang CB and FRS transceivers. An AM and FM radio with NOAA emergency channel and weather band.

   I first scanned the AM channels.  Nothing.  Same with the FM channels.  Nothing on NOAA or weather band either.  I put the CB and FRS on auto scan and left them on while I tried the mid and long range shortwave sets.  Once I thought I heard something on the long range set, but after sending out several C Q requests, there was no response.  C Q is the shortwave equivalent of break on the CB.  It stands for seek you.  Mostly used by those who still use Morse Code, but can still be spoken on voice transmissions.

   After forty five minutes, I gave up, disconnected each radios antenna making sure to replace the antenna on the grounding block.  Then disconnected each radio from the battery.

   I went through the door at the back of the shelter and walked down the tunnel that lead to a secluded spot for an exit.  I opened that door to make sure it wasn’t blocked and then closed it.

   Walking back into the shelter, I checked all eight of the side rooms.  Five were bedrooms, two was storage and one was the armory.  It’s where all the reloading equipment, gun racks powder and ammo were kept.  There was also racks for extra guns.  There was no obvious signs of disturbance or damage. 

`Tomorrow I’ll have every one help me bring the extras from the store down here and get it stowed away.  After taking care of business with the sheriff. 

   Leaving the shelter I slid the shelves back into place and released the spring on the work bench.  It glided soundlessly back into position. 

   The set up both hid the shelter and was designed with the intent of escaping in the event the house was breeched.  The shelves could be pulled back into place from inside the door to hide it.  The work bench could be released from inside.  Then close and bar the door.  From there it’s a quick run down the escape tunnel to get out.  We could make our escape while the MZB’s were trying to figure out how to get in, if they figured out where we went.

   Up stairs, the lessons were almost finished.  It was full dark outside.  The sky was clear and it was very dark out, being as there was no moon tonight.  We all got bundled up and went outside.  Tina was pointing out star systems and constellations. 

   “Wow”  Karen said, “I never knew there were so many stars!”

   “That’s because we’ve never been able to see them all before.” said Darleen.  “There has been too much light.  It makes them harder to see.”

   “That’s right, Darlene” Tina said. “The light reflects off the atmosphere.  It’s like trying to look outside at night when the lights are on.”

   When we went back in, there was a large kettle of water on the wood burner.  Tina said “Lets all have some hot cocoa.”

   We were all sitting around the table when Liz asked me “Dad, what are we going to do now?  I mean every thing has changed.  Nothing is going to be the same as before.”

   “I don’t want you to worry.  I don’t want any of you to worry.  In the Marines we had a saying ’improvise, adapt and overcome’.  And that’s just what we’re going to do.  We’re going to improvise and adapt.  We will make it through and be stronger for it.” I said.

   “That’s right” Tina said “we will figure things out as we go.”

   “Now It’s time for bed.  We have had a long busy day and we need to be fresh for tomorrow.  I’ll be up in a few minutes to give you your kisses.” I said.

   Tina and the girls went up the stairs.  Tina laid out their pajamas, starting with the youngest two.  Liz and Darlene helped Abby and Brandy get dressed and in bed then went to there own room.

   Having this many kids was a blessing.  Sometimes it made life harder.  Like the Suburban.  A smaller vehicle would have been a lot more convenient.  And the house and cabin.  Both had five bedrooms.  The girls slept two to a room.  Abby and Brandy slept in the room closest to ours, then was Tonya and Karen.  Susan and Jenifer slept in the room across the hall from us, and Liz and Darlene slept the farthest away with a bathroom between their room and Susan and Jenifer’s. 

   After the girls were in bed, and I went to each one and gave them an hug and kiss.  I told them things were going to be ok and that Mom and I would do the best we could for them.  Tina and I finally got the chance to lay down.  We were talking softly about things we needed to do tomorrow. 

   Tina asked me “Did you mean what you said about us getting by?  I’m not sure we can make it like this.  There won’t be any more fuel for the truck.  No more deliveries from Emergency Essentials, no electric.  Just what are we going to do?”

   “I’m not sure, but people lived with out electric for thousands of years.  We will adapt.  We have our horses.  We got the buggy, and the buck board.  We don’t have a stud, we gelded all of ours to keep them from getting mean, but Bob has a stud, and a couple of other farms around here have studs also.  We’ll work out a breeding program with them so we can have a couple new colts a year till the herd gets bigger.”

   “Yes, but what about food?” she asked.

   “We have a little over four hundred acres here at the cabin.  It has been fallow long enough.  We can start this winter clearing some of it for planting.  Bob has over sixteen hundred acres that’s already cleared, and in production.  I’m sure we can trade labor for food.  We’ve got enough food in the shelter to last two and a half years.  We’ve also got enough heritage seeds for us and Bob to get maybe two seasons out of.”

   “Are you sure?  How are you going to break the ground?  You don’t have a plow or disk.  You don’t have a seed drill either.  And what about fertilizer?”

   “OK, one thing at a time” I laughed to ease her tension, “I can make a plow share out of some of the scrap metal in the blacksmith shed.  I have directions on making farm implements like the Amish.  Bob has three different harrow disks that can be adapted to be horse drawn and he has a seed drill that is driven off the wheels.  It’s a really neat contraption.  You can change the drive gears around to plant the seeds at different intervals.”

   As for fertilizer, we let one quarter of the fields go fallow for a year, plant alfalfa or some other cover crop that takes it nitrogen from the air.  Then it can be turned under as green manure.   We have the composting toilet system in the cabin and we have the horses.  Starting tomorrow, we start saving our vegetable waste to go into a compost pile.  There is a spot already planned for that use behind the barn. Before you ask, Bob has a sickle blade for cutting hay, and a hay rake.  He doesn’t have a horse drawn bailer, but the hay can be stored loose in the loft.”

   “And what about food storage?”

   “Do you remember the pressure canner we put in the shelter?  We’ll can what we grow out of the gardens.  Meat can be cured in the smoke house, canned, salted, or jerked.  Do you have any more concerns?”

   “Just one at the moment,  where are you going to get meat from?” 

   “I’m thinking that we can go see Ted and Alice in two weeks and try and trade for some breeding stock with Tommy.  Hopefully we can supplement that with some hunting.  There is a good antelope heard in this area, and mule dear up the mountain.  I’ll try and get some chickens, ducks, geese and rabbits while I’m in town tomorrow.  I’ve also heard that there is a herd of buffalo that pass through here from time to time.  You have two very good hunters in the family, and seven more on their way.”

   “I guess you have everything covered.  But I’m still worried.”

   “That’s a mothers prerogative.”

   We blew out the candles and went to sleep. 

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Survival Fiction / For all Generations
« on: November 11, 2010, 05:27:41 PM »
Chapter 1

   “That lashing needs to be a little tighter,  you don’t want it to come undone in the storm.“  said Col. Nathan Stone, U.S.M.C. (ret.).

   “I’ll get it Dad.”  said Mark Stone Sr.  “Why don’t you go on down to the creek and check on Mark Jr.  I think he would rather fish than do anything.”

   This is the fifth camping/survival trip in as many months for the Stone’s.  Col Stone had an exemplary career, lasting thirty six years.  He was in line for General when the major heart attack came.  Then the quadruple bypass surgery and the pace maker.  Now, being declared unfit for further duty, he had received a medical discharge.

   “Good idea Mark, I’ll go check.” Col Stone said.  He was actually relieved that he could take a break from the labor of building the lean-to shelter.  Going down the trail, he stopped for a second to take a nitro tablet.  Placing the small tablet under his tongue, he leaned against the tree to catch his breath. 

   “Friggin heart” he muttered, “the cong couldn’t kill me, the Iraqi’s couldn’t either.  Neither could the Afghans”.

   He had collected himself and started his march down the trail to see how the fishing was going. 

   “Hey Mark, have you caught supper yet?”

   Young Mark just grinned held up the stringer.  There were 8 good sized pike on it.

   “I’d say you got enough for breakfast on there too.  Let‘s go show your dad how you‘ve done.”

   “O.K.” Mark said, “just let me pick up my stuff and I’ll be right along.  I don’t want to forget anything.”

“Do you want any help?” Nathan asked.
   “Nope, I can manage” came the ten year olds reply.

   Nathan started back up the trail to the camp.  When he got there, Mark Sr. had the basic frame of the lean-to completed and was off in the woods cutting some elephant ears with a machete to make a roof for the shelter.  Nathan walked out from camp in the other direction to start gathering some wood for the fire.  It would be Mark Jr.‘s job to start the fire with the fire starter when he got back to camp.

   He drug in some of the wood just as Mark Sr. was starting to lay the leaves across the bottom tier of the lean-to. 

   “Do you have enough leaves to finish Mark?” he asked.

   “I think so.” came the reply.  If not, there are some more a little west of the first bunch I found.”

   “O.K., good.”

   Young Mark came into camp just then and was beaming from ear to ear.  “Look what I caught, Dad.”

   “That’s great son, are you going to need help cleaning the fish?”

   “Maybe, but I need to gather some wood for the fire.  Grandpa looks like he could use some help.”

   “That I could, young man, you can start by getting the saw out of my pack, and putting it together.”

   “Yes sir!” he said, saluted smartly, and went to Col. Stone’s back pack.  A full sized alice pack that he picked up at an Army Navy store.  He opened one side and found the saw with no trouble.  It was one of the collapsible camping saws.  It was the thirty two inch model that would chew up wood at a good pace.

   “I’ll start bringing in more wood and you can start to cut it into length.”

   “O.K. Grandpa.”

   Nathan walked out of the camp.  When he was out of sight of the camp, he found a fallen tree and sat down on it to catch his breath.  He dropped another nitro under his tongue and waited for it to melt before he got back up again to drag more wood to camp.

   When he got back to camp, young Mark had already assembled the camping saw and had a good start on cutting the wood.  Most of the lean-to had been layered with the elephant ears.  The older Mark was not in camp. 

   “Did your dad have to go get more leaves for the shelter?”

   “Yep, said he didn’t have enough and would be right back.”

   “O.K.” he said, and started back to bring back more wood.

   The supply of wood was finally brought in and the shelter had been layered with the leaves.
   
   “Now what Dad?” asked the older Mark.  “They’re laid on kind of thick, but a good wind will blow them off.”

   “Use your E-tool, and throw some dirt on it to hold them in place.” the elder Stone replied.

   “Got it.” Mark Sr. said.  “You sure know a lot of bush lure.  Is that from your time in Nam?”

   “Some of it is.  Some of it is from the survival forums.”  Nathan became silent and reflective for a few minutes.  “If it wasn’t for a gruff old sergeant by the name of Bixby, I don’t think I’d have made it out of Nam the first time.  He saved my bacon more than once, and taught me what I needed to survive.  When I went back the second time I tried to look him up.”  Nathan was reflective again for a few moments.  “I found out that he had been KIA.”

   “KIA?” asked young Mark.

   “It means killed in action” said the senior Mark.

“That’s right.  When I checked the after action report, I found out he was on base when one of the base rats,” he looked at young Mark, “that’s one of the kids that hung out on the base working for pennies to support their families.  This base rat was about your age Mark. He had an explosive device in his shoe shine box.  When Sgt. Bixby went to get his boots shined, the base rat blew up himself and the good sergeant with him. 

   “That’s terrible!” exclaimed Mark Jr.

   “It sure was” said the older Mark.

   “When I finished the report, I had tears in my eyes.  Bixby, or Bix as he liked to be called was the most jungle wise man I’d ever met.  Too be killed by a kid he’d known for almost a year was beyond my understanding.”

“He told me in my first week in country ‘You’re as green as the grass El Tee, but there is hope for you yet.  You just stick with me and I’ll teach you all I can.  For a butter bar you ain’t  half bad.”

   All three stones got quiet for awhile.  Lost in their own thoughts.

   The silence was broken when Mark Sr. said “I think we have a survival meal.  Fried fish, boiled cat tail roots, and polke salad.”

   “polke salad?” young Mark screwed up his face, “ewwww”

   Both the elder Stones laughed.

   “How goes the food storage, Mark?” 

   “We picked up another hundred pounds of wheat and corn last week.  All sealed in Mylar bags and put in the food grade drums.  That gives us an even thousand pounds of wheat and six hundred pounds of corn.  We are looking for the second grain mill to come in the mail this week.”

   “That’s good.” said Nathan. 

   “We’re getting twenty to thirty tomatoes a week from the little garden we planted and Amy is canning every thing that comes out of the garden as fast as she can.” said the elder Mark.  “I’m glad she’s taking to the prepper lifestyle.” 

   “Wasn’t she raised on a farm?  She should be used to self sufficient living.”

   “That’s right, Dad, she grew up canning beans and tomatoes.  So it wasn’t much of a stretch to get her involved.  She even used to hunt rabbits and squirrels with her dad when; she was a girl.”

   Mark Sr. started dishing up the food onto the plates and handing them out.

   “Thanks, Dad, I’m starved.” said little Mark.

   “Thank you, Son, you brought in the meat for supper.”  said Nathan.

   “Yes, thank you son.” said Col. Stone.

   “You get to cook breakfast, Mark.”  said Mark Sr.

   “ O.K. How about fish and powdered eggs?”

   “That sounds like a plan to me.  What do you think, Dad?”

   “Yea, Grandpa, what do you think?”

   “Sounds like a plan to me.” Nathan chuckled at his grandsons enthusiasm. 

   They ate with relish.  The younger Mark even scarfed down the polke leaves like a starving man.

   
   “I’m on k.p. tonight.” the Col. Said.

   Young Mark asked “what are we learning tonight Grandpa?”

   “I think this would be a good night to learn astro navigation.”

   “Cool,” Mark Jr. said.  It sounded like kewel when he said it.

   After the dishes were washed and put away and there was still a hours worth of light, so all three of the Stones went out to bring in more wood.  With the wood pile stacked and the stars starting to come out.  “We should be able to start the lessons in another hour, how about a hot drink before we start?”

   “Good idea, how about a cup of tea?”

   “Sounds good to me”

   “Me too!” chimed in Young Mark.

   The senior Mark took out cups and fished out the tea bags from the food bag.  Placing the bags into each cup, and then adding water from the blue coffee pot that was always by the fire to provide hot water.

   “So, Dad, what’s going on in the world?”  Mark Sr. seemed a little worried.

   “Things are heating up a little.  North Korea is making noise again.  China is not doing anything to keep them in check this time.  They seem more concerned about the troop build up in eastern Russia.  Iran is still making noise about creating a new Persian Empire.  Israel is threatening a preemptive strike to protect themselves and Peru and Brazil are throwing threats around.”

   “My buddy in the NSA is telling me the real threat is going to be the European Union.”

   “Europe?”  the elder Mark asked.  “I thought they were are allies.”

   “They are not a direct threat to us, but there are rumors of several Al Quida cells spread out all over Europe fixing to disrupt most of the infrastructure with terror attacks.  Not to mention their lousy economy.  That will draw us into the fray.  Germany and most of the former Soviet Union are threatening retaliatory strikes if the U.S. moves troops into their territories.”

   “NATO is promising to stay out, but the U.N. is vowing to intercede if anything happens.”

   “The U.N. huh?  Doesn’t that stand for United Nothing?”  spat Mark Sr.  “I wish they would disband.  The way they keep interfering with everyone else’s business, it’s down right despicable.”  It was evident the elder Mark didn’t like the U.N.

   “Homeland security is monitoring a couple of possible sleeper cells here in the States.  But they are also very concerned about home grown terrorists.  With the economy in the crapper the way it is, there is a lot of unrest.  Two weeks ago, a couple of union thugs started a scene at a tea party rally and then tried to shift the blame to the tea party.  Some people will do anything to discredit the tea party movement.”

   “The present administration is running scared of them.  He knows he is running far behind in the polls, and he’s trying to find a way to get ahead.”

   “I didn’t see any of that on the main stream media.”  said the elder Mark.

   “It was only on Fox News.  If it hadn’t been for that person with the cam corder recording the entire incident, it could have been bad for them.”

   “O.K. it’s time to start the lesson.” said  the older Stone.

   The learning session went well with both the Marks asking lots of questions.  Both had a good handle on the fundamentals of astro navigation.

   “How about some more hot tea?” asked the elder Mark.

   After the hot tea and the cups cleaned up, the three campers went to bed.

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Suggestion Box / Help
« on: November 05, 2010, 11:09:03 AM »
I've been trying to read Grog's story in the fiction section.  'Andrew's country market'.  The font size is way to small for my feeble eyes.  I can only read about a paragraph at a time before I start getting a headache and have to switch to something else.  I had the bright idea of copying and pasting into a word program and increasing the font so I could see it better, but it kept stalling the word program.  I guess it's a difference in syntax or an anti-piracy thing. 

But to the point.  is there anything that can be done to help me see this better??

Thanks

Pop


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Introduce Yourself / howdy from MI.
« on: October 08, 2010, 07:56:26 AM »
Howdy ya'll, Pop here from S,.E. Michigan.  not new to prepping, but new to this forum.  It's amazing how many new to prepping folks there are these days.   All I can say is, Thank God.  The sheeple are starting to wake up.

I'm always willing to share what I know, or learn something new.

God bless and happy prepping

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