One of the realizations I made during my bug out exercise is that I am not in the proper physical shape that I need to be in. I had the necessary will and desire but that will only take you so far. The stresses and challenges indicative of a bug out cannot be met unless you have a decent level of physical fitness. Sure, you can compensate for a lower level of physical fitness by the utilization of technologies, vehicles, animals, etc. However, reality and Murphy’s Law have proven time and again that vehicles break down or run out of fuel, pack animals may not be usable, and any alternate form of transportation may not be available. Inevitably it comes down to the fact that your boots are your wheels, food is your fuel, and your body is your engine. Continue reading
One thing that I learned early on in my adult life is that Yetis hurt people. They are mean and uncaring as they go from village to village destroying igloos and ruining birthday parties and then slip away into the blizzard that conceals their every move. Another thing that I learned is that ounces = pounds. This is something that was beaten into my head on every forced march or military maneuver I have ever had to partake in. That really comes into play when you look at your gear. When you ponder if that particular piece of gear is a “need to have” or a “want to take.” And needs always trump wants. Many times a particular item that is a “need” is bulky, awkward, or heavier than you would like. The question is, at times, can I make a particular “need” lighter? Can I make it more easily manageable? Make it more convenient? Food will always be a need.
When I went on my initial bug out I chose to take MREs as my source of nutrition. They are familiar to me, having spent 21 years in the military; they were a main staple of field life. That and I had them on hand so that was a bonus as I did not have to purchase anything. That was an absolute bonus as after doing some research I discovered that they have gone up in price considerably over the years (going from about $6.00 in 1994 to $17.00 a week ago for a complete MRE). I grabbed 3 days’ worth of MREs off of a shelf (9 total – by today’s prices on MREs I am sitting on a gold mine), sat down, and without thinking about it I immediately started field stripping them, something that I have done numerous times. As I was tearing through them, throwing things to and fro, Jackie asked me to take pause and explain to her what I was doing and why. I looked at her as though she asked me how babies were made. Continue reading