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Post by solo on Jun 16, 2021 8:42:42 GMT -6
Just goes to show that there are all kinds of reasons to bug out....
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Post by papaof2 on Jun 16, 2021 15:53:46 GMT -6
Very good time to have a truly invisible hiding place...
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Post by iamnobody on Jun 17, 2021 12:49:41 GMT -6
As the old man was pedaling along, he realized that he was actually pedaling for his very life. He had been reading about such a thing in the PAW stories, participated in online discussions about the need to run away for your life, but to actually be doing it, it was a sobering thought. And the fact that it was caused by his own wife. Then to also find out that the wife he had loved and been faithful to all those years, had been unfaithful many times and even the 2 people he had thought were his children, weren't. So in just 60 seconds his whole world of what he thought was reality had come crashing down. He no longer had a wife, children or grandchildren. It all had just been a delusion of lies by his wife.
The old man shook his head to clear it of his pity party. He was pedaling for his life and this was no time to be distracted. He had to formulate plans on how to live another day. He had left the “suicide note” so hopefully that would put an end to the government looking for him. But he had to act under the assumption that maybe it didn't work. The mine was fully stocked over the years with 20 years of food and supplies. His backpack held enough for a week. He would have to travel at night and hide up by day. He hoped to make 20 miles tonight before having to stop.
Meanwhile back at his house, his wife when she had finished her call, went looking for the old man. When she saw his vehicle was gone, she figured he had left. So she called 1 of the men she was having sex with and went to his place for a night of fun. In the morning back at the house, she saw he still wasn't there and figured he went to work. She called the authorities to report him as a non injected person and told them he was most likely at as workplace.
At noon she got a call from the police saying that they had found her husband's vehicle at the drop off to the river and a suicide note. She rushed there because she had a $2,000,000 life insurance policy on her husband and with suicide, there would be no pay out. She was formulating plans on how to get that money.
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Post by 9idrr on Jun 17, 2021 20:04:47 GMT -6
Aw, ya mean the nasty bit(h ain't gonna get her money? What a shame.
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Post by iamnobody on Jun 18, 2021 8:53:21 GMT -6
She knew the place and was there shortly. Yes it was his vehicle, yes that is his wallet and ID. It was just 1 policeman and he was showing her the suicide note. Her mind was racing. She wanted that $2,000,000 life insurance policy. She started flirting with the policeman. Soon it was agreed that she would get the note, they would scatter some nearby empty beer bottles around and make scuff marks at the edge of the drop off to make it look like he was drunk and fell off the edge. In return the policeman would get her every night for a month.
Meanwhile 20 miles away the old man was hiding out in a thick patch of brush, trying to get some sleep and waiting for night so he could continue on his travels. His wife's greediness was working in his favor. That night he was ready to travel once it was dark. There was enough moonlight for him to stay on the road and not run into anything.
Daylight found him again holed up in thick brush and that is the day the government started searching the river for his body. Every minute they spent looking elsewhere helped him. He only had 10 more miles to go. His wife meanwhile was doing her best to keep telling all the searchers that her husband had fell into the river.
That night about 3AM found him near his mine. He wanted to wait til light before going the last couple 100 feet so that he could see better. When daybreak came, the old man looked all around, searching for anything unusual. He could see nothing and the birds and small animals were all acting normal. He slowly eases up and into his mine and finds everything as he had left it. He breaths a heavy sigh of relief.
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Post by cavsgt on Jun 18, 2021 11:07:10 GMT -6
Good story please keep it coming.
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Post by brucearmstrong65 on Jun 18, 2021 14:36:46 GMT -6
I have a hunch that the old man is going to end up with some of that $2 mil. Maybe she dies and never bothered to change her will, so he still gets her estate?
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Post by papaof2 on Jun 18, 2021 15:23:57 GMT -6
That happened in one of Patience's stories - an ex-wife's forgotten will leaving "the balance of my estate" to her former husband.
Him getting part of the money assumes 1) the infrastructure is still in place to handle that, 2) the old man wants to be found, 3) he can convince the powers that be that his wife wanted him dead for the insurance money so he left a suicide note and disappeared.
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Post by iamnobody on Jun 19, 2021 10:11:03 GMT -6
That happened in one of Patience's stories - an ex-wife's forgotten will leaving "the balance of my estate" to her former husband. Him getting part of the money assumes 1) the infrastructure is still in place to handle that, 2) the old man wants to be found, 3) he can convince the powers that be that his wife wanted him dead for the insurance money so he left a suicide note and disappeared. I remember that story, it was a very good read.
Right now he is a non injected and they are being hunted to be tossed in prison. It would be very hard for the old man to try any court actions. Beyond some thoughts for the next segment of the story, I have no idea where the story will go.
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Post by cavsgt on Jun 19, 2021 11:19:42 GMT -6
There has to be some really good for the use of the lead mine, Tactical Nuke maybe???
Have you figured out why I am a reader and not an author.. Enjoying the story and looking forward to more.
THANK YOU
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Post by smitty60 on Jun 20, 2021 6:33:26 GMT -6
Anyone else think there's something going on with that family. He father in good shape on his death bed. His hair changing color. His chest hair getting fuller. Him feeling better younger. The father saying stay gray.?
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Post by iamnobody on Jun 20, 2021 11:01:52 GMT -6
His hair changing color. His chest hair getting fuller. Him feeling better younger. The father saying stay gray.? In white men, if he is having sex on a regular basis, his chest hair will often get thicker, any grey in his hair will start to revert to his normal color due to the hormonal changes in his body due to frequent sex. I've been celibate for years since wife died, so my chest hair is thinning. Plus a man getting frequent sex, his muscle mass stays instead of declining.
His dad meaning to stay a "gray man" in his prepping.
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Post by ydderf on Jun 21, 2021 8:45:04 GMT -6
Thanks for the new chapter.
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Post by iamnobody on Jun 21, 2021 8:59:36 GMT -6
The first thing he does is gets the Springfield 1903 in 30-06 caliber and a bandoleer of ammo for it. He loads the rifle, chambers a round, puts the safety on and puts the bandoleer on. Then he replenishes his backpack of the items he has used so that it is ready to go. He takes the backpack and rifle with him as he goes outside and finds a place in the brush to remain hidden as he watches his back trail.
As the old man is laying there watching his back trail with his rifle in his hands, he is thinking about whether he could actually shoot to kill someone. He had read postings by older military vets saying that a man never knew if he could actually pull the trigger to kill someone until that person was in the situation. The vets said a lot of guys talked big until they were in battle. The vets said that some guys didn't even shoot in battle against the enemy, some would shoot in the general direction of the enemy and a smaller percentage would aim at an individual enemy soldier and shoot with the intention of shooting to kill that person. The old man thought he would be able to shoot to kill but hoped he would never have to find out.
Late afternoon after seeing nothing more than some squirrels running around, he went back inside the mine. He set one of the wireless intrusion alarms that he had, at the mine entrance. He had bought several over the years, had regular batteries with a 10 year life plus more rechargeable batteries. He also had several solar chargers for the batteries. He had a quick bite to eat and laid down for a short nap as he wanted to be up on top of the mountain at midnight to listen to his radio for any news.
Midnight found him on top in a clump of brush. He had his earbud in 1 ear to keep the radio from being heard at a distance and his other ear could still hear any nearby sounds. He tunes to the local radio station for his town and hears the news report.
This is MARX radio at 66.6FM coming live to you with the latest news. The search for the body of a missing man who fell off the cliff into the river has been called off after 2 days of searching. The man was a non injected person so the government is reminding you that if you would find his body, not to touch it but to immediately call the police so that they can safety dispose of the body using people appropriately dressed in hazmat suits.. He is survived by his wife and children. This station's thoughts go out to his dedicated wife who selfishly put up with that dangerous man who was a threat to the public with him being non injected. We don't know how she could be near such a person. Our wishes of happiness go out to his loving wife, that she may have a wonderful future now that this dangerous man is not in her life.
The old man was fuming mad after hearing the report. On one hand he was glad that they thought he was dead, but on the other hand he was livid with anger at the way the report made her out to be an angel. But what more could you expect from a radio station that was MARXism. He made his way back down to the mine, set the alarm and went to sleep.
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Post by iamnobody on Jun 22, 2021 13:19:27 GMT -6
The next day he was up by 7AM. After a quick breakfast of instant oatmeal he took a quick look around outside to make sure he was still alone. Then he started projects for the day. The first project was to put up “black out” curtains in the mine's entrance. He put up 2 of them as a safety precaution. He didn't want any light inside the mine at night being visible and attracting someone's attention. He spaced the curtains about 15 feet apart. The first curtain was about 20 feet back from the entrance so it wasn't so noticeable if someone did look in. He placed his intruder alarms in the space between the curtains. A quick bite to eat and then an afternoon of inventory. He had piles of extra clothing – coats, sweaters, hats, gloves, pants, shirts, socks, underwear and boots. There was 20 years supply of food sealed in buckets. There were medical supplies and herbs. He had books about many assorted how-to topics and even just the classics to read. There were several laptops with many back up external hard drives filled with downloaded articles and videos. There were some garden seeds. Lots of assorted tools – shovels, rakes, hoes, hammers, saws, files, hatchets, axes, etc. There were several camp beds and camp chairs. Then there were his guns and ammo. He had his Springfield 1903 rifle and the Springfield 1911A1 pistol. Stacked in storage was 10,000 rds of 30-06 for the rifle and 2,000 rds of 45ACP for the pistol. There were reloading supplies to make more ammo as he shot it up. There were reloading presses and dies, bullets, powder and primers. Also since he was in a lead mine, he had molds for casting lead bullets and equipment for making gas checks for on the back of lead bullets. The gas checks were small pieces of metal made from copper or aluminum that were squeezed onto the bases of lead bullets to enable the bullets to be driven at higher velocities. ** He had 230 grain flat nose bullet molds for the pistol, 150 grain flat nose bullet molds for the rifle and finally .310 round bullet molds for the rifle so that he could easily shoot small game. Most 30-06 rifle barrels were .308 - .309 diameters. A .310 round ball with 1 or 2 grains of a fast burning powder would would propel the 40 grain round ball at about 1100 feet per second, basically the equal to a 22LR. *** As it was now dark, the old man went outside to check to see if the “black out” curtains were working. He could see no light from his campfire in the mine. So back inside for a night of sleep.
** There are many people shooting 30-06 with cast lead hunting bullets with gas checks at 2400 feet per second and getting good accuracy and no leading of the barrel. 2600 fps is what factory ammo of copper jacketed bullets is loaded at.
*** I will not give the powder listing for shooting round balls in a 30-06 due to any possible "lawyer issues" The info is available on the internet for any one that wants that info.
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Post by iamnobody on Jun 23, 2021 9:19:08 GMT -6
I'm having loads of fun here. Went to the local stores. Before Memorial Day holiday, the shelves were skimpy. During the holiday, the store shelves were stocked, even 10 boxes of ammo at the local Walmart. Now the store shelves are empty again. The store companies had saved up stock for the holiday to make people believe everything is back to normal. 1 month ago I could buy 10 pound tubes of 80/20 hamburger for $18, now that same tube is $33 I had a water pressure tank go bad and a refrigerator quit working. Finally found replacements for them.
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Post by sniper69 on Jun 23, 2021 9:54:07 GMT -6
The shelves here have been quite full for the majority of stuff. Ground beef has even been on sale a few times in the last month -two months (different stores). Ammo at walmart has been empty for a while - but the local Cabelas has been getting in ammo on a regular basis.
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Post by iamnobody on Jun 24, 2021 10:28:20 GMT -6
The old man was up early and ready to do things, A quick breakfast of dehydrated scrambled eggs and he started to erect the heavy duty plastic book shelves he had in storage. He wanted his books readily available so that he could read whatever subject he needed without having to dig through totes to find it. He had 100+ books on a lot of how-to topics.
Being finished by the afternoon, he grabbed his rifle, turned off the entrance alarm and went outside to look around. He had on his normal earth tones clothing which helped him to blend into the scenery. He was in some thick brush about 200 yards away from the mine entrance watching the wildlife. Suddenly the Blue Jays started screaming and the squirrels scampered up the trees. Then the old man could hear laughter in the distance.
He quickly crouched down and was glad he was wearing Duluth fire hose pants. The pants had an extra area built in the crotch which prevents a man's private parts from getting “squished” and didn't ride down in the back to expose his rear end to the whole world. The laughter was coming from another 200 yards away, so he slowly made his way in that direction.
Then he could see them, an adult man and woman hikers playing “kissy face”. They were seriously into it and were already starting to take their shirts off. Now he didn't need people hanging around his area and was trying to figure out what to do when nature helped him. The old man heard a “whoof”, so did the couple. They were looking around when they heard another “whoof” and a big black bear weighing about 500 pounds stood up on its hind legs about 50 yards from them. The man and woman grabbed their shirts and backpacks and ran away screaming. The last the old man saw was the man was outrunning the woman and was in the lead by a good 100 yards. The bear was just standing there watching them go.
The old man slowly made his way back to his mine.
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Post by gipsy on Jun 24, 2021 14:19:38 GMT -6
Remember "I don't have to outrun the bear, I just have to out run you"
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Post by papaof2 on Jun 24, 2021 16:20:38 GMT -6
"No, dear, I wasn't leaving you behind. I was making sure the trail ahead was clear for you."
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Post by gipsy on Jun 24, 2021 16:21:21 GMT -6
Riiiiiight
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Post by iamnobody on Jun 24, 2021 16:23:45 GMT -6
Remember "I don't have to outrun the bear, I just have to out run you" That is true. I know I am hard on women in my stories due to what I have experienced from my late wife and from what I see of women nowadays BUT I also will admit there are a lot of poor excuses for men out there. I know of men that would run away and not try to protect a woman they are with from danger. Or maybe the bear could rip one of their arms off to eat and see if the nano particles will grow it back in time before they bleed out.
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Post by bretf on Jun 24, 2021 18:19:50 GMT -6
Several years ago, my brother and I were elk hunting. We came to a nice area, mixed timber and brush, with some enticing open areas. We heard something on the other side of the draw, and yearned for it to be elk. It wasn’t. It was a sow bear and two cubs. It was enjoyable to watch the cubs scramble along the hillside. But there was a problem. They were heading in our direction. When they were about sixty yards from us, Brother stood up and waved his arms while yelling “Hey bears! Hey bears.”
Of course, they saw us and the sow woofed. The cubs tumbled down the slope like twin bowling balls. The sow followed, but more controlled.
That lesson was imprinted in my Swiss cheese mind.
Fast forward.
I was again elk hunting in the same general area and I heard something scwaling. If any of you have been around cattle, it was like a calf, roped, and dragged away from its momma. But it was different.
I approached the area carefully and saw a flash of black fur run through the opening. It was a medium sized animal. We hadn’t seen wolves in the area for a couple of years, but it was possible they were back. That, or a small bear.
It crashed through the brush into the creek bottom and when the sounds stopped, I continued on my way. I was on a narrow trail with heavy brush and timber crowding on all sides. I walked a ways, and then I heard new noises. It was a guttural woofing, with occasional branches popping. And it sounded like it was on the same trail I was on, heading directly at me. Fast.
The trail turned about fifteen yards from me. That was as far as I could see. I didn’t like my situation. Not one bit. There I was, between a distressed cub and a protective momma intent on finding her kid. Remembering my brother’s lesson, I yelled. “Hey Bear! Stop! Don’t come any farther!” I may have repeated myself. No, I did repeat myself. My hands tightened on the :06 and I flicked the safety off.
I heard the bear slow. Then she poked her head around the bend in the trail and took several more steps toward me. I continued to vocally encourage her to leave the trail to me.
I’m not sure but it’s entirely possible the rifle moved around quite a bit at that point. I’ve never been the steadiest guy with a gun, but I do okay. But it may have been swaying a bit more than usual right then.
The sow came totally into view. She was so close; I could see her black fur glisten in the beams of sunlight like coal. I really, really wanted to reach into my left pocket and take out my camera to record the encounter. But I felt it prudent to leave it where it was and keep both hands on the rifle.
The bear raised up on her hind legs and sniffed the air while I continued to implore her to detour off the trail.
Five seconds, five minutes, heck I don’t know how long it was, but she dropped back onto all fours, woofed, spun, and took off in the other direction.
I listened to her crash through the brush as I dropped onto my backside. I was so happy that I didn’t have to fire the rifle, but man, I wish I could’ve shot her with my camera!
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Post by papaof2 on Jun 24, 2021 18:50:22 GMT -6
Most photographers can find an excuse for missing a great shot ;-)
Remember when the guy at the gun store learned you were into photography and tried to sell you a camera that mounted under the barrel? Probably with words like "For that once-in-a-lifetime shot! You don't have to lose your point of aim - just move your thumb to the remote button."
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Post by bretf on Jun 25, 2021 16:37:41 GMT -6
Most photographers can find an excuse for missing a great shot ;-) Remember when the guy at the gun store learned you were into photography and tried to sell you a camera that mounted under the barrel? Probably with words like "For that once-in-a-lifetime shot! You don't have to lose your point of aim - just move your thumb to the remote button." www.nps.gov/crmo/learn/historyculture/robert-limbert.htmI watched a good documentary on this gentleman. On his trip across the craters with W. L Cole, he left camp early one morning while Cole was sleeping. The dog was in no shape to follow at that point. Limbert found a spot and sat up his camera. A grizzly appeared, rather ticked off at being disturbed. Limbert said later he just kept shooting photos so people would know what ate him once the film was processed.
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