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And the mail person.The Fed-ex man knows every prepper in the county. So much for opsec.
And the mail person.The Fed-ex man knows every prepper in the county. So much for opsec.
So many want to try to convince others to prep. I think either you get it and you prep, or you don't. I wonder how many here were convinced to prep by someone else, or did you get it in another way?Loose lips sink ships. We don't tell either although one of our neighbors tells all she had stocked up big time. Others are not outspoken. But would be ready for zombies. All of them are always shooting around here for miles. One vet from V Nam said it use to bug the crap out of him because it brought back flash backs of the jungle. Bless his heart he moved away.
So many want to try to convince others to prep. I think either you get it and you prep, or you don't I wonder how many here were convinced to prep by someone else, or did you get it in another way?
It is the way I was raised.
I get my mail at a Mail-R-Us type of place so FedEx, UPS, and USPS don't have a clue. We moved since we open the mailbox so even they don't know where we live. We get a lot of packages but the only stuff that has ever elicited questions or comments is the bullet orders. Fifty pounds of lead in such a small box has elicited questions that confirm to me that they really don't know what is in there. A simple smile as the only answer and they don't ask anymore.
It is the way I was raised as well, but it was also the way that many in my small town lived life. The gardens were usually very large and the pantry's were full of canned fruits and vegetables. Freezers were full of sides of pork and quarters of beef, as well as chickens that were raised in the spring and summer. Some people had chickens, but not everyone. We did, and always had fresh eggs.It is the way I was raised.
I get my mail at a Mail-R-Us type of place so FedEx, UPS, and USPS don't have a clue. We moved since we open the mailbox so even they don't know where we live. We get a lot of packages but the only stuff that has ever elicited questions or comments is the bullet orders. Fifty pounds of lead in such a small box has elicited questions that confirm to me that they really don't know what is in there. A simple smile as the only answer and they don't ask anymore.
That's why I don't have things delivered to my address.
Another thing about having packages delivered at work is that they are less likely to be taken by porch pirates.Agreed. The UPS, FedEx and US Mail person think I am stocking up on Sephora, Amazon Prime and Chewy.com supplies. Everything related to prepping is delivered to the PD and then goes into the back of my Tahoe.
My closest friends and family members would probably think twice about coming to my place when the SHTF. I have talked so much about edible insects that they joke how they are afraid to say "yes" to a dinner invitation now. Who knows what-all is in that gumbo? (snicker, wink, wink!)
All kidding aside, my preps are more of a sustainable nature because there is a limited lifespan to stored preps. Primitive living skills are what I count on on when the "beans-n-bullets" are depleted.
Then there's that old adage, "The more you carry in your head, the less you need." A few words of caution about sharing too much of what you KNOW:
In spite of trying to be discreet about my level of hurricane preps that I had in my van, and the lifetime accumulation of prepper knowledge in my noggin, it turned out to be my downfall.
In spite of best-laid plans I was trapped among strangers during and after Hurricane Katrina. Long story short: after the roads were cleared, I indicated that I would be moving on. They informed me that I would not be allowed to leave.
Say whut?
They told me that I was too valuable to let go. (To the very end, they had NO idea what all I had in that van...much of it was buried under religious literature, ha ha ha.) But the joke was on me. It was my know-how that they wanted. It seemed like I had the solution to just about every emergency that came up (from medical knowledge to how to purify water, to you-name-it... gaaahhh these people were so clueless.)
I don't know what was worse, the looters or them. In the end, I borrowed a lesson from King David (1 Samuel 21: 13-15) and acted like I was pure-D crazy. Wild-eyed. This, and the fact that I was more than capable of defending myself, persuaded them that it would be a good idea to accept my offerings of batteries, lamp oil, water purification stuff, etc. etc. and just let me go. They thought that the stress of things got the better of me. When I look back on it, I must admit, that crazy stuff was not entirely a put-on act. Nights of no sleep (because of being alone among such people, AND concerns about looters had me on 24/7 alert), plus the incredible stress all took its toll on me. I think they realized that I was about to go all Cajun on them...
It worked.
Never, ever let on what you know or have. But, as you can see from my story, this is not always possible.
My closest friends and family members would probably think twice about coming to my place when the SHTF. I have talked so much about edible insects that they joke how they are afraid to say "yes" to a dinner invitation now. Who knows what-all is in that gumbo? (snicker, wink, wink!)
All kidding aside, my preps are more of a sustainable nature because there is a limited lifespan to stored preps. Primitive living skills are what I count on on when the "beans-n-bullets" are depleted.
Then there's that old adage, "The more you carry in your head, the less you need." A few words of caution about sharing too much of what you KNOW:
In spite of trying to be discreet about my level of hurricane preps that I had in my van, and the lifetime accumulation of prepper knowledge in my noggin, it turned out to be my downfall.
In spite of best-laid plans I was trapped among strangers during and after Hurricane Katrina. Long story short: after the roads were cleared, I indicated that I would be moving on. They informed me that I would not be allowed to leave.
Say whut?
They told me that I was too valuable to let go. (To the very end, they had NO idea what all I had in that van...much of it was buried under religious literature, ha ha ha.) But the joke was on me. It was my know-how that they wanted. It seemed like I had the solution to just about every emergency that came up (from medical knowledge to how to purify water, to you-name-it... gaaahhh these people were so clueless.)
I don't know what was worse, the looters or them. In the end, I borrowed a lesson from King David (1 Samuel 21: 13-15) and acted like I was pure-D crazy. Wild-eyed. This, and the fact that I was more than capable of defending myself, persuaded them that it would be a good idea to accept my offerings of batteries, lamp oil, water purification stuff, etc. etc. and just let me go. They thought that the stress of things got the better of me. When I look back on it, I must admit, that crazy stuff was not entirely a put-on act. Nights of no sleep (because of being alone among such people, AND concerns about looters had me on 24/7 alert), plus the incredible stress all took its toll on me. I think they realized that I was about to go all Cajun on them...
It worked.
Never, ever let on what you know or have. But, as you can see from my story, this is not always possible.
When the skills / knowledge are lacking, then those who can get it done are either the leaders or the captives.
Thank you for sharing your experience. I'm sure that wasn't easy. At least you do have a realistic idea of what to expect. I think many of us (myself included) are just guessing. Sleep deprivation will definitely play a key part in the equation. There are very few people I would trust to stand guard while I slept, so without a doubt that will be an issue even in a short term crisis. You bring up some very interesting issues.
This experience taught me that the leader/captive equation can be flipped at the blink of an eye....when you least expect it. Even though I was very aware of the possibility that it could happen because of veiled threats and power plays, I was not sure how it would play out because I was grossly outnumbered.
I know that most of us think that when something happens that is not what we wanted or expected, we wish it would have gone a different way. I have learned to really trust no one. I have experienced such deception that I could never in my life have expected. The thing I always think is that there are lessons to be learned and to make the most of my experiences for the future. People are self serving--through manipulation, power plays, lies, deception, saying what they think you want to hear...This experience taught me that the leader/captive equation can be flipped at the blink of an eye....when you least expect it. Even though I was very aware of the possibility that it could happen because of veiled threats and power plays, I was not sure how it would play out because I was grossly outnumbered.
I know that most of us think that when something happens that is not what we wanted or expected, we wish it would have gone a different way. I have learned to really trust no one. I have experienced such deception that I could never in my life have expected. The thing I always think is that there are lessons to be learned and to make the most of my experiences for the future. People are self serving--through manipulation, power plays, lies, deception, saying what they think you want to hear...
Those experiences help to protect us in the future and to train us to be aware of the danger that exists in our world.
People underestimate the affects of stress. If family members do this to one another, what would strangers do?True dat!
In my observations (and conversations with others) about the Katrina experience, I also learned that extreme stress can sometimes break the integrity of the people we have trusted the most, even close family and friends. News reports of stupid stuff like family members killing one another over a bag of ice, or attacking a close friend for a gallon of water...shocking! I thought there must have been a disconnect to begin with, or those things would not have happened. Nope, not always. I talked with some who related to me that they NEVER expected that so-and-so would ever turn on their family. "But he was a kind and gentle man who would never do something like that!" Or, "She was such a loving mother...who knew?" This disturbing undercurrent was found in four states during the aftermath of Katrina, not just a localized area.
All this because of a hurricane? Imagine a widespread or prolonged even will do to the best of us?
Sadly, we never know what extreme distress will draw out in people, even if they acted "OK" in past stressful times. So yeah, keep your preps under wraps. Keep a hidden reserve that only you know about. Even if you trust your family 100%, something like an accidental slip of the lips can spell trouble.
I wonder if he has changed up how he thinks about preparedness and helping others? If he has, it should include selling his place and moving.There was a story about Katrina that was going around. One guy told a couple of his friends that they could bring their trailers to his place to camp out. They told others who in turn told more. His home turned into a trailer park. They showed up with little food, little cash, the credit cards were of little use, and the banks that their checks were drawn on were literally under water. Few had firearms so they couldn't even provide their own security.
This guy wound up going through all his preps feeding, watering, and providing security for a bunch of people without the gumption to take care of themselves. If you invite someone to your home let them know who else they may bring.
Just for kicks, I have a recipe for Cricket Soup. I calls for no crickets, but we could change this up and write a recipe that calls for crickets.So, in keeping with the theme of this thread...NO handouts from my house. There may be exceptions, such as...
The only handout from me might be a recipe for cricket stew. And, would they like a taste of it???
Ha ha people already suspect that I ain't right, and that would remove all doubt. (Lookit dat crazy old woman, grubbin in dirt again. Wonder if she's gonna eat it?)
Ha ha ha ha!!!!! I'll need to perfect my crazy old lady cackle...heh heh heh...
After thinking about it for a minute the reason wizards were feared is because they can be curse as well as cure.....With your knowledge of plants you might need a stash of some "pharmaceutical" distractions or irritants to give you the time you would need to egress. Just thinkin out loud here.
No one may know exactly how much food I have stored or how many rounds etc. In a shtf scenario does knowing exactly how much really matter? My opsec left the building before I was born.
I have thought about the lazy do nothing unprepared people. I have thought if they had the same boring food morning noon and night, without spices or seasonings, it might give them an incentive to do something besides hold their hands out. How about rice, every meal, or oatmeal?
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