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Post by fsr on Nov 17, 2021 19:21:40 GMT -6
The Refugees
Chapter Nine.
The next morning H.G and I went to inquire about the canoes. The lady who had them lived on the edge of town and wanted a “proper rifle” with all the unrest and these strangers coming round. We haggled for a bit and I walked away with two canoes on a trailer and was poorer by one AK 47 and one 12 gauge pump shotgun and a thousand rounds of ammo for each.
The canoes are Golden Hawks and let me tell you they are not cheap as each is built to order. I got high end life jackets, High end paddles and two Torqeedo electric outboards with solar panels for recharging them. I put the batteries on the panels and let them charge up.
When my wives came out they asked me “Have you lost your mind?” I told them “The lady needed some firearms and ammo and I have several uses for these canoes.” I explained that I wanted to check the river upstream and downstream from us for security reasons. I don’t know if they were buying this but it did seem to calm them down a little. Joanne said as long as was not just rush decision made without a purpose.
The next morning mike and I took a couple soldiers upstream to have a look at things. As we motored upstream we say two men fishing on the bank. It turns out they are brothers who were on vacation when the asteroid struck. They told us were they were camped. We told them if they needed anything to go into town.
We moved upstream a little further and had lunch. The two soldiers were glad to have something besides MRE’s. I was happy to not be doing this alone. We listened for anything that would single trouble but heard nothing.
We turned back and headed home. I looked at the sky and saw it was getting darker and darker this was not good.
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Post by ydderf on Nov 20, 2021 18:19:12 GMT -6
Thank you.
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Post by fsr on Nov 23, 2021 14:06:52 GMT -6
The Recovery.
Chapter One.
The storm struck us hard. We lost part of the roof on the main barn and part of the tool shed. The next morning I went out and began cleaning up the property and repairing the damage. I was digging out a fence post when I hit something. I dig around it and find a metal tool box. I wonder why would someone bury something like this?
I manage to get the box open and find that someone had buried a 98 K Mauser and a Luger pistol with some ammunition. He had several books on guerrilla warfare and a lot of survival magazines. There’s a note that reads:
To whoever finds this, I have put these items away against the bad times that will inevitably come to America. I was raised in Nazi Germany and saw the damage that a popular leader can do. I hope these items find there way into the hands of a freedom loving person. America has been very good to my family and I believe it is worth fighting for. Good Fortune to you signed Absalom Fry.
I was in awe of that man, he had nothing but praise for our nation yet he understood what could happen I hope his children are doing well. I take everything up to the house and come back and finish fixing the fence post.
As I get the firearms cleaned and stored Mike and Bob both pull into the drive. I meet them at the door and show them what I found. Both are smiling and tell me the power will be restored this afternoon. Things are getting better at last.
The power did come back on and the girls were very happy about being able to use the coffee maker again as well as their electric hair dryer. I was happy having enough electricity to use power tools again. One of the next things to come back will be the phone system.
We got a message that evening to be ready for a VIP from Washington.
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Post by fsr on Nov 23, 2021 14:08:38 GMT -6
As this story is winding down I will be posting the first part of my next story in a bit today. My Muse has been kicking me hard lately.
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Post by iamnobody on Nov 23, 2021 14:17:58 GMT -6
I'm headed out with my metal detector, gonna look under all my fence posts!  |
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Post by bluefox2 on Nov 23, 2021 16:59:30 GMT -6
I'm headed out with my metal detector, gonna look under all my fence posts! I do believe that at one point, fence posts were referred to as "Depression Banks" Many folks used the old Ball canning jars and stored coins in them. Happy hunting. |
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Post by papaof2 on Nov 23, 2021 17:47:19 GMT -6
I'm headed out with my metal detector, gonna look under all my fence posts! I do believe that at one point, fence posts were referred to as "Depression Banks" Many folks used the old Ball canning jars and stored coins in them. Happy hunting. The wisest of those people used zinc jar lids because they were one piece, thicker and sturdier than the typical lid + ring and they would not rust - good luck finding those lids now. A jar of silver or gold coins should be a good target for even a basic metal detector because it's a "big" target in terms of mass - silver and gold are heavy and very conductive electrically. |
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Post by freebirde on Nov 23, 2021 20:59:10 GMT -6
I'm headed out with my metal detector, gonna look under all my fence posts! And around the old privies. Often they would leave a spade leaning against the outside. The "bank" would be a spade length from one corner and sometimes a nightly visit would include some banking. Check the composted contents of the privy for dropped coins and bottles. |
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Post by papaof2 on Nov 23, 2021 21:09:01 GMT -6
I'm headed out with my metal detector, gonna look under all my fence posts! And around the old privies. Often they would leave a spade leaning against the outside. The "bank" would be a spade length from one corner and sometimes a nightly visit would include some banking. Check the composted contents of the privy for dropped coins and bottles. And just beyond the Lamb's Ears - natural-grown wipes... |
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Post by fsr on Nov 24, 2021 13:28:42 GMT -6
The Recovery Chapter Two.
The next morning I spent some time canoeing and fishing with the triplets. We did catch a lot of pan fish and I even had a small mouth bass hit my line. I killed the motor and we floated back down stream toward home.
When I got home Mike told me that I needed to write up a report on our efforts along with what worked and what didn’t work. I thought this could wait I needed to spend some time with my wives first.
We spent our time not worrying about the world or anything else. That evening I wrote the report for the VIP. I think I know who it is but I don’t want say anything just yet. Sometimes VIP’s are more trouble than there visits are worth.
I got up early to meet the VIP that was coming to visit. Bob picks me up and we head into town. Bob was up and we started off for town. I made sure that my report was ready. I was brutally honest in what I wrote. I figured if he or she didn’t like it tough luck. I don’t work for the Government anymore.
Bob and I shared a thermos of coffee and talked about the security for the visit. I asked Bob if he knew who was visiting and he told me “I have no idea.” We got into town and saw the local diner was open so we stopped for doughnuts since both of us missed breakfast.
I listened to the old farmers and now I know things are adjusting to a new normal. The farmers are talking about crop prices and shipping out livestock to market. We were joined By H.G and he was telling us that the young people who were helping on farms were getting on and some industry was coming back. Yeah things looked good.
We went out and met up with Mike and rode out to the Airport to meet our guest. We waited as a Blackhawk Helicopter approached escorted by Cobra and Apache helicopters. Whoever this was sure rated some security.
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Post by udwe on Nov 24, 2021 21:26:25 GMT -6
This is a great story, keep it up!
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Post by fsr on Nov 28, 2021 19:46:32 GMT -6
The Recovery.
Chapter Three.
The VIP turned out to be the President. It seems we were doing something right as he intended to give as all a medal and Mike was to promoted to General, just when we were getting used to him being a Colonel.
Not all the news was good, we have lost a lot of our population mostly on the west coast. The numbers were still being tallied up. Right now the nation needed food production and the President asked if we could help. I told him we just needed a way to get livestock and produce to market. I also know that people here would not starve themselves to feed the rest of the world. I asked if we were sending out any foreign aid and the president said “absolutely not, we are going to take care of our people for a change.”
We would get fuel and seed as a priority for farming. Even now trucks and drivers were being located and hired into service. We would need all of them to help stave off starvation.
This was unexpected, most politicians can’t wait to send our labor overseas to “help the oppressed” or some such. Most of the time it has turned around and bit us like an angry alligator. Looks like this guy may have his head screwed on right.
The next thing the President wanted to talk about was getting some manpower back into the cities for clean up and reconstruction. I told him we had a few people that might want to help but no wild promises.
We had lunch and decided to take a break while the Presidents team put together some proposals for us to look over. I promised to review them but I warned that I would give honest opinions even if they were brutal.
At the end of the day we were met by a small group of protesters lead by my parents. Okay, I am officially sick of their nonsense.
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Post by freebirde on Nov 28, 2021 20:26:24 GMT -6
Wonder who is going to get volunteered to work in the cities?
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Post by fsr on Nov 29, 2021 13:00:20 GMT -6
The Recovery.
Chapter Four.
I am seeing red and not really caring about my actions, I hear my father running his mouth about how people are being oppressed because they have to work a little bit. I grab my parents around the stacking swivels and bring their heads together. Next I tell them they used up all of their chances here and will be going back to the cities. My brother comes up and starts threatening me so he gets decked in short order.
Bob and Mike step in thinking I am going to kill them. I won’t do that but I will attempt to beat some sense into them. Mike tells them “You are going to the city work gang for the duration.” my mother starts on about a trial and Mike tells her “If there is a trial it will be one to test my aim with my sidearm and you will be the target.”
My father sounds off about how has connections to the president and gets shocked when the President appears and introduces himself. I like how my family turns pale when they find out that the last president had abandon the people and was wanted for treason.
Just when I thought things couldn’t get any better my three wives show up and Betty asks “Are these the people who abused you as a child?” I tell her yes and her face gets dark and she tells them “Your days are numbered count them upon the fingers of one hand.” Sue adds “Get used to looking over your shoulders and be afraid.” Joanne finishes “On that day you will see us and that will be followed by a slow and painful death that will last for days.”
My parents do not know when to shut up Mike had them put under guard until they could be shipped out to save their lives. The President asked Mike if they would really have done all of that and told them “They have before, the big girl has a Safari rifle and the skill to use it effectively."
The president looks over at me and whispers “Don’t make them angry if you want to live.” I thought to myself tell me something I don’t already know.
The rest of the “protesters” wisely disperse.
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Post by iamnobody on Nov 29, 2021 14:14:45 GMT -6
I could only give 1 "like" for this post - it deserves at least 10
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Post by texican on Nov 30, 2021 13:08:25 GMT -6
fsr,
Great life lessons for the protestors to clean up the cities.
Texican....
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Post by ydderf on Nov 30, 2021 23:26:13 GMT -6
Thanks FSR
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Post by udwe on Dec 1, 2021 6:47:07 GMT -6
Thanks!
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Post by fsr on Dec 8, 2021 19:09:07 GMT -6
The Recovery.
Chapter Five.
We begin listing what will be needed to transport crops and livestock. First we will need a livestock yard, next a freight terminal and finally trucks and drivers. The President says trucks and drivers will be no problem but a stock yard and terminal he can’t help much with except to provide materials.
I ask Mike to bring HG in on this since he knows the most about the county. While we waited for HG we shared fresh coffee and cinnamon fried cakes courtesy of the local eatery. The President asked me if my wives and I had a ceremony yet of dome kind. I admitted that we had not because our arrangement is not legally recognized by the state something about a Supreme Court ruling that is older than dirt. His response was “We’ll see about that.” Well here’s hoping.
HG arrived and was detained by Secret Service Agents. I hope their health plan is paid up because the President planted his size ten boots in their rear ends three ways hard fast and repeatedly. He than addressed HG with “We need your advice and help.”
HG listened as the President outlined the problems and came up with a simple economic solution. “Boy’s just the county fair grounds, it’s all set up for this kind of thing.” he made a rough map and showed us where some potential security problems might be and how we could use the grounds most effectively.
We decided to go out and see what would be needed to to make this happen Mike called for a squad to accompany us “just in case.”
We arrived at the Fair grounds and began our inspection. At first glance the place seemed unusable for us but H.G soon set us straight on that point. It seems the county Fair board was in the process of replacing some of the old buildings but events got in the way.
We continued our inspection and found that with a little work this place would work just fine. Our next problem was finding enough people to do the work we needed done in a timely manner.
Once we got back into town Mike posted a notice looking for experienced construction workers. I asked around for someone who could manage shipping and receiving. H.G said there was someone he needed to talk to and he would be back after a bit.
A Soldier informed us of disturbance going on so Mike and I went outside. What awaited us was a “community organizer” this one was with some communist group talking about how the people were oppressed by the “man.’ Haven’t we heard this just recently?
I suggested to Mike that this might be a plot by a foreign country or even the UN against the United States. Mike agreed and asked if Sue might be willing to “have a talk” with our prisoner? I answered that might be arranged.
Sue had her talk with the organizer and found out he was from a union that had ties with the UN. He was instructed to disturb the locals and make sure they would not work. By the end of their talk we had names and other information to work with. Once the man had given us all he could Mike told him he would face a military court for treason and be executed. Only if or when he was found guilty of course. As for me I had some organizing of my own to complete.
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Post by ydderf on Dec 8, 2021 19:53:38 GMT -6
Thanks Fsr.
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Post by udwe on Dec 8, 2021 20:59:44 GMT -6
Thank you!
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Post by fsr on Dec 18, 2021 5:26:29 GMT -6
It was HG who found a shipping and receiving manager, a nice young woman with a lot of experience in the field. By the end of her first week she had everything set up.
It didn’t take long for him to find a work crew to build what was needed at the Fairgrounds and a month later we were shipping livestock and this fall a new cannery would be established in the area.
The union man was found guilty of treason and sedition. Mike passed him up the line for further interrogation so he not would face punishment here. I am sure there are other people like him but for now they are laying low.
The new Supreme Court ruled that there was nothing in the constitution outlawing polygamy. I think the lack of men had something to do with this or maybe the President had some influence but what do I know?
In light of this my wives decided we needed an official wedding. I am smart enough not to argue. Pastor Harry agreed to perform the ceremony and at the end of the month we were legally and officially married. In the end we adopted the twins and I went from uncle to daddy with the stroke of a pen.
The cities would take decades to clean up giving my family gainful employment for the rest of their lives and keeping them away from me. A good thing for everyone I assure you.
It took a long time to establish a “new normal” but it did happen. I hope people have learned from this. As for us we are happy on our Apocalypse Farm.
The end.
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Post by ydderf on Dec 18, 2021 17:30:20 GMT -6
thank you FSR I am sad to see the end of this story. But it gives you and your muse time to enjoy Christmas. If you like you can start a new story come January :-)
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Post by texican on Dec 18, 2021 17:49:44 GMT -6
Thanks fsr for the story and ending it with positive results.
Texican....
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Post by fsr on Dec 18, 2021 18:29:24 GMT -6
I will continue story number two and the Muse has been kicking me hard to start story number three real soon. Stay tuned everyone.
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