It’s a question you’ve been dying to know since I started this blog what now seems like …. so long ago …. back before survival blogging was so cool, before everyone was doing it …. but now look at me, bloggin’ like a 2nd rate wannabe-has-been, picking up advertising scraps here and there while the rest of you survival bloggers rake in big bucks, sittin’ like SHTF fat cats in your TEOTWAWKI bunkers ….
…. but anyway …. where was I? …. oh, you’ve all been wondering how I got into survivalism …. okay, not true, but pretending that it was, the answer … *insert drum role* … is … *continue drum role* …….. I don’t really know!
I don’t really know, because I’ve always had survival tendencies. One of my favorite things to do as a kid was play in Maine’s woods, especially in fall … when leaves were falling, the wind was blowing and winter was in the air. I’d build lean-to shelters, make pretend fire pits, gather wild apples and sharpen sticks into spears just in case coyotes ever attacked. I was buying outdoor survival books in elementary school, learning how to design traps for animals, catch fish effortlessly, etc. In sixth grade we had “demonstration day” where we all had to show the class how to do something. I showed them how to make a small game snare (not a very good one).
Many preppers first get into survivalism by taking an interest in firearms, usually for self-defense. They quickly realize – “this is great if someone busts into my house … but how am I going to eat if the shit goes down?”
Guns were never my gateway to survivalism. I grew up with them. I remember my single-shot 20 gauge and olive drab ammo can stacked next to the Star Wars figures in my bedroom closet. That sounds disturbing by today’s standards, maybe it was even questionable then, but it was there for a reason – I knew not to screw with it. My father rarely yelled at me growing up, but if I did something safety-questionable while target practicing – I heard about it.
Preparedness-type interests carried through college when I did a lot of hiking, learning map and compass work, with my backpack as my collegiate bug-out-bag. I never had a gun on campus, though. I would’ve had to leave it with the campus PD. I could have theoretically just not told anyone, but the thought of having a handgun in my dorm room, surrounded by drunk college students …. just didn’t seem right.
Then I came into adulthood and the fragility of our socio-economic structure became more and more clear. Preparedness was much easier when I was younger and single. All I needed was a little food, basic equipment and ammo. If the shit went down I’d use my head to play the survival game. If I survived – cool; if not – oh well.
Preparedness is quite another subject when you have a family. Now people will be depending on me if grocery stores empty or zombies invade. That dramatically changes the concept of “prepping.”
– Ranger Man
BTW: How did YOU get into survivalism?