Bison Bro had a guest post the other day entitled Accepting Reality. It was a guest post by “the rat” who writes for Bison bro periodically. Typically I take some issue with one of the rat’s posts. Maybe that’s because he’s writing for Bison Bro and not me (despite the fact I throw up a rat pic when I talk about him (Bison Bro doesn’t do that)). But this particular post was pretty good and it should have warranted more reader comments than it received (like my post yesterday (thanks to those that did comment)). Maybe readers didn’t dive into the comments on Accepting Reality, because some of you invincible strapping young bucks of survivalists that frequent these sites are afraid to do just that – accept reality. Not everyone is this way, of course; but there’s a large segment of the prepper community that subscribes to the belief that given a good SHTF rifle, a bug out bag and a case of canned ravioli, you can survive the apocalypse.
News flash – wake up!
Survival bloggers feed this belief with post after post on how to “build the best bug out bag,” as if there is a “best” bug out bag. I’ve never written a post on this subject, because I see the whole concept as overrated. Do I have a “bug out bag” – ummm, not really. I have a first aid bag I put together. I have a small duffle bag that holds my hunting gear (flashlights, batteries, GPS, maps and compass, knife, etc). That’s probably the closest thing I have to “bug out bag.” That being said, because of my hiking interest, I’ve accumulated a fair amount of backpacking gear that functions equally well as “bug out” gear. I could assemble a pretty decent bag in short order, but that’s beside the point. The main reason I haven’t built a bug out bag is because I have no place to bug out to. I’m not in an area prone to hurricanes or wildfires, not in a heavily populated city and I don’t have a remote cabin in the forest where I can go WTSHTF. No, if the shit hits the fan (ITSHTF), I’ll be bugging in.
The rat raises this subject as such:
I see people who talk about hiking 15 miles carrying a 50 lb. pack and live some kind of fantasy that grandpa and mom and the kids are keeping up. You are only as fast as the slowest member of your group.
What if the Navy Seal member of your family ( the one who carries the pack) twists an ankle or gets food poisoning? You can’t in good conscience leave your human forklift behind, he’s your son!
He’s right. Where are you really going to go? And how long will you really last there? It’s one thing if you’re a college student and doomer day dream about having to walk 70 miles to your parents house ITSHTF, or if you were a super organized survival samurai with SHTF homies and a ready made TEOTWAWKI rendezvous farm, but … anything short of that, is bugging out really best?
Not for me, not for my situation. Not practical, not gonna happen. If total apocalypse hits and there are roaming bands of starving, murdering human rats roaming about, my family and I will make our stand in the Ranger Man keep. Do or die where we live.
– Ranger Man
BTW: “We’re on the verge of a major extinction spasm” …. well isn’t that swell.