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Post by crookeds on Nov 15, 2021 21:14:59 GMT -6
A hat tip to crookeds for the idea of a twin sister that he mentioned in my last story. Damn! And I didn't even see it coming.
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Post by papaof2 on Nov 15, 2021 21:21:48 GMT -6
50 miles? With someone else footing the bill, 500 miles seems more useful.
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Post by texican on Nov 15, 2021 22:35:14 GMT -6
I,
Throwing surprises galore.
Bob needs to be tested for STD's.
Now what will Bob get into now?
Texican....
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Post by papaof2 on Nov 15, 2021 22:41:45 GMT -6
I, Throwing surprises galore. Bob needs to be tested for STD's. Now what will Bob get into now? Texican.... Penicillin and other STD meds?
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Post by gipsy on Nov 16, 2021 8:51:52 GMT -6
Sounds like a plan for surre
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Post by sniper69 on Nov 16, 2021 8:58:45 GMT -6
i can see more dna tests ahead The shows ratings will go up. It will be the sheriff, or mayor, or judge, or lawyers, etc - I can see a whole season of "you are not the father" in that mess. Personally - I would have wanted to go further than 50 miles, but then the author is the only one who knows Bob's reasons.
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Post by iamnobody on Nov 16, 2021 9:51:10 GMT -6
The show had paid for STD testing and given him a number to call for the results because it would take another day. Bob had wanted to be as far away from that scene as quickly as he could. The show had paid him $30,000 as promised and even gave it to him in $100 bills as he requested. He didn't want any paper trails showing where he was going. The show producer was worried about him carrying $30,000 cash but when he came out of the dressing room dressed in “bum” clothing and the money stashed in different parts of his clothing, she laughed and knew he could get away with it.
Bob had a plan in being just dropped off in a town 50 miles away from the show. Dressed as a bum and out of luck drifter, he wouldn't stand out in a crowd. He didn't want to take a plane or bus due to leaving a paper trail. He never wanted to see any one from that group again. He was keeping his word to the show producer about not going after them but if they ever came near him in the future – look out. Calling the number he was finally able to get the results of his STD test – none. He guessed that with her having sex with all the “big shots” that she had made sure to be clean of STDs.
Once dropped off, he got a bite to eat and then headed to the nearest truck stop to see about catching a ride in exchange for labor. He caught a truck headed west for several hundred miles, helping the driver unload freight at 2 stops. Another truck stop he then caught a ride going south. It took he 2 weeks to slowly make his way back home to the Appalachia but he was certain no one would be able to track him. The one time he had mentioned to Lori about where he had lived, she had cut him off and talked about something else. So he doubted if she would ever remember, especially with the turmoil probably going on in her life right now.
His uncle's place was way back in the mountain, the last 10 miles were dirt roads that barely had room for 2 vehicles to pass. The closest town was 50 miles and that is where the last truck had dropped him at a warehouse. He had walked the 50 miles to his uncle's place, sleeping under the stars 3 nights. Arriving home, he saw his uncle sitting on the porch on the hand made oak bench made of a split log and polished smooth by decades of sitting on. His uncle said he had been expecting him, welcome home.
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Post by texican on Nov 16, 2021 10:03:54 GMT -6
I, Throwing surprises galore. Bob needs to be tested for STD's. Now what will Bob get into now? Texican.... Penicillin and other STD meds? pp2, You are definitely unique just like iamnobody. Texican....
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Post by texican on Nov 16, 2021 10:05:43 GMT -6
i,
You stay multiple steps in front of your readers.
Now what will Bob due back at home? Should be interesting, but how many chapters will it take?
iam?
Texican....
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Post by iamnobody on Nov 16, 2021 11:10:43 GMT -6
His uncle led the way inside the 2 bedroom cabin, pulled out a cast iron skillet and started fixing some food. A couple of fried eggs and a slice of ham, told Bob there was some cornbread in the oven. Sitting at the table eating and washing it down with a glass of mint tea, his uncle said he saw Bob on TV. With a chuckle, his uncle said that when Bob got himself into trouble, he sure did it in a big way. Those 5 security men looked like ants trying to stop an elephant. Bob admitted he didn't want to hurt the security but if he could of got his hands on the Pastor and 2 women, he would of hurt them.
Bob told him in detail what all had happened, how it turned out his whole marriage had been a lie and the children he had thought was his, were gone. That he was a dismal failure in life. His uncle looked Bob in the eye and told him that it wasn't what life threw at a person that defined them, but how that person responded to it. Bob could either remain wallowing in the pig wallow that life threw him in, or climb out and move forward, having more wisdom of life's traps, his choice.
Bob sat there a few minutes mulling that over in his mind. He was 30 years old and life had definitely kicked him around and yanked the rug out from underneath him. Was he going to continue to lay on his back in the pig sty or stand up. His uncle could see the answer as Bob sat straighter and a determined look came into his eyes. Bob told his uncle he would be getting a job and would need to find a vehicle. Uncle said he knew where there was a vehicle for sale if Bob had the money. Bob smiled.
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Post by iamnobody on Nov 16, 2021 13:17:01 GMT -6
The next day his uncle rook him to look at a 1995 Dodge Ram 4x4 pickup. A guy named Bubba owned it. Bubba said he wanted $15,000 for it. Bob thought that was kind of high price for a 1995, then Bubba opened the garage door and drove it out. He could hear the motor sounded good. Bubba said the motor and transmission had just been rebuilt, even dual exhausts. It came with a snowplow and a camper shell. Bob looked it over, body and frame was in good shape, motor sounded good and took it for a test drive and tried the 4x4 out. The interior had no tears. Bob talked privately with his uncle, wanted his uncle to title it so Bob's name wouldn't appear on a public record. His uncle agreed and Bob finally got the truck for $13,500 cash.
Over the next few weeks Bob was just relaxing from his ordeal. One day out on a drive he saw a yard sale sign and on a whim stopped in. It was the usual assortment of items found at a sale. He wasn't expecting to find any clothes in his size, he had to special order them. He bought some cast iron skillets and dutch ovens, a few Connibear traps and Old Hickory butcher knives. Then under a pile of things he saw a dull tube sticking out. Bob moved the things to reveal a Remington 11-87 semi auto 12 gauge shotgun with a 28 inch barrel and parkerized finish. It had a magazine extension tube the whole length of the barrel and an aftermarket full length buttstock with built in pistol grip. The barrel was stamped 3 inch shells. Bob asked how much and the elderly woman selling things said it was her late husband's and he had a bunch of ammo and reloading stuff for it too. That she had a 20 gauge because the 12 gauge was too much for her to handle. Bob was shown the supplies and ammo and settled on a price of $600 for everything.
Back home, he showed his uncle the shotgun and reloading supplies and ammo he got. The shotgun had interchangeable choke tubes and had the cylinder tube installed in the gun. There were several hundred rounds of assorted sizes of birdshot ammo. There was other ammo that looked to be reloaded buckshot and slug ammo. There were 2 bullet molds, one that was stamped .36 caliber round ball and the other stamped .720 and looked like a wadcutter style bullet. There were several reloading books with bookmarks in them, lots of bags with wads, 3 inch hulls, there was a tool to reload shotgun shells, box upon box of primers and several kegs of powder.
When his uncle saw these things, he let out a low whistle and asked if Bob knew what he had. Bob gave his uncle a questioning look and uncle said this was most likely things from a moonshine bootlegger. Opening the reloading books to their bookmarks, 2 loads data were highlighted. One was for a 10 pellet 000 buckshot load and the other was for a 1 ½ ounce slug load. Uncle said that was what the molds were for. The slug mold had to be a custom made one for that shape and size. Uncle said both loads would be heavy duty, hard hitting and perfect for around here. The brush in this area of the Appalachia was so thick that a 30 yard shot was considered a “long distance shot” That all this stuff was worth at least 2-3X what he had paid for it.
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Post by iamnobody on Nov 16, 2021 16:05:13 GMT -6
Uncle told him he should go back the next morning and make things right with her to which Bob agreed. As they were eating supper, Uncle began talking with Bob about how things were getting bad in the world and even here in the US. He listened and knew that he had never really paid any attention to news. His uncle said you can get some news from the TV but the best news came from shortwave radio and the internet. Uncle showed him the shortwave radio setup and the computer he had got since Bob had moved away.
The next morning Uncle went along when Bob went back to the older lady having the yard sale. Bob told the woman that he found out the shotgun and supplies was worth more than what he realized and had paid her. The older woman looked at uncle and said that he had raised a fine man. She turned to Bob and told him that she knew what the value of the gun was but she had seen something in him and thought he would have a need for such a gun in the future, she saw a freedom loving Christian in him. The woman said she was 85 years old, her husband was dead and she had no living family that believed in freedom. She knew her time on earth was drawing to an end and she wanted to make sure some things got into the right hands of people who could use them. The woman said she had more supplies for the shotgun and was only waiting on him to come back like he did. Also there was some long term food that she would sell. Before Bob and Uncle left, his truck was filled with more cast iron cookware, canning jars and lids, assorted hand tools. They paid her a fair price for everything and she finally took the money.
Back home, Bob and his uncle talked long into the night. Bob decided to look for a job in the town, he remembered a warehouse there. Surely he could get a job there. Next day he loaded some clothes into the truck and headed there. At the warehouse he asked to speak with a boss about a job. He filled out an application but the section of employment history he left blank. The boss asked him about it and Bob told him he had just kicked around at different jobs. No way did he want his old job called about him. The boss thought to himself – a 30 year old man with no job history. But looking at this mountain of a man before him – 6 feet 6 inches tall and 240 pounds – the boss didn't care. Bob would be working Mon to Thurs from 7AM to 5PM, with a lunch period and 2 break times in there. He would start at $15 an hour, Bob was happy.
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Post by texican on Nov 16, 2021 23:08:10 GMT -6
Go Bob.
Next the young lady.
Texican....
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Post by iamnobody on Nov 17, 2021 17:52:46 GMT -6
Being it is Thursday, Bob heads back home til next week when he would start work. He discusses it with his uncle and it is decided that the 4 days Bob would be working, it would be easier and cheaper for him to camp in the back of his truck. 50 miles each way, 4x a week in a truck getting about 12 mile to the gallon. They arrange a low bed for him. Bob was sure glad the truck had a 8 feet bed and not the newer ones with only 6 feet. They put in a small 12V fridge, clothes, soap, shampoo,etc. He would camp at a truck stop near the warehouse so could shower there. He would take the shotgun reloading manuals along to read up on it.
Up early Monday morning and off to work. He reported in to the boss who got him assigned to a man to be trained. After being with Bob an hour, his trainer looked at him and told him this wasn't his first warehouse job – nope and Bob left it at that. This was one of those restaurant warehouse carrying everything from bulk food to supplies. At the end of his shift he saw some people using a cart and picking out food and supplies. He asked his trainer about it and found out that employees were allowed to buy direct from the warehouse and get a discount. Interesting.
Bob headed to the truck stop and along the way stopped at a grocery store for some items for supper, breakfast and his lunch tomorrow. At the truck stop he grabbed a shower, ended up for sandwiches for supper. He read some in the reloading manuals and was finding out there was a lot he didn't know about this subject. Before turning in for the night, he was reading his bible. When picking it up, it slipped from his hand and landed on his bed, opened to the verses about Joseph and the 7 years of plenty followed by the 7 years of famine.
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Post by iamnobody on Nov 18, 2021 6:57:14 GMT -6
The next day after work he decided to stop at a small diner for a hot meal. The waitress tried seating him at the counter but he requested a table where he could have his back to the wall and be able to see everything. He ordered a simple meal, a burger, fries and a cup of mint tea. Nothing fancy but a hot meal. Finished, he paid the bill and left a tip. Back at the truck stop, he got a shower and went back to his truck. Tonight he hoped the truck stop “cuties” would not be knocking at his window offering a “good time” He wanted nothing to do with women.
Thursday after work was done he headed back home to his uncle and a few days off. During his time off, he got a chance to fire his Rem 11-87 and was quite impressed. The pistol grip on the stock helped control the recoil and the ammo loads were awesome. The 10 pellet 000 buckshot with the cylinder choke tube still put all 10 pellets into a 10 inch paper plate at 30 yards. Each of the 000 buckshot pellets weighed 68 grains, combining to make a hard hitting sledgehammer load. The slug load was 1 ½ ounces of dynamite. Offhand he could fire 3 shots and the slug holes formed a tight cloverleaf pattern.
He talked with his uncle for hours over the evenings he was home. He talked about the bible verse he had read when the bible fell open about Joseph and the 7 years of plenty, followed by 7 of famine. His uncle told him it sounded like God was showing him something. They talked of world events and how nothing was normal anymore. How prices were going up and things were getting harder to find. Bob told uncle about the job perk of being able to buy at the warehouse and get a discount. He asked if he bought things, could he store them here at the cabin, uncle agreed.
Monday after work he stopped at Walmart and bought a mid level quality laptop to be on the internet. He knew the truck stop had free wifi and when he stopped again at the small diner, they also had free wifi. Firing the laptop up, the 1st thing he looked up was reloading shotgun ammo. He found several sites pertaining to that, a few sites devoted strictly to buckshot and slug reloading. They also went into melting lead and casting your own buckshot and slugs. Which led to many You Tube videos on the subject and to websites selling reloading components for shotguns and to sites selling lead to melt for bullet casting.
Reading these sites also led to “suggested sites” about preppers. It got to the point that Bob had to set alarms so he got to bed at a decent time. Then he found a site with stories about TEOTWAWKI. It was a site called PAW fiction. A lot of great stories on there by great authors. Bob really liked the stories by Iamnobody and his trouble with women. Bob could relate to him and Bob almost joined the site. In fact he even had a forum name picked out – Iamaschmuck2 and then decided not to, the world already knew enough about him.
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Post by iamnobody on Nov 18, 2021 7:51:21 GMT -6
During the week after work he continued to stop by the diner for a hot meal, each time insisting on a table with his back to the wall. Then onto the grocery store for breakfast and lunch items. More research and Thursday finally arrived. He got his 1st paycheck and saw they had taken about 25% withholding for taxes and etc. Then he remembered he was now filing single instead of married with children. The company was able to cash his paycheck there and then he grabbed a cart to go shopping. He grabbed two 25 pound bags of beans and a 25 pound bag of rice. Another 25 pound bag of pasta and a 12 pack of TP. After his discount it came to $80.
Arriving back at his uncle's cabin, they unloaded the groceries. Uncle asked him how he was going to keep mice out of it in storage and how he was going to store it. Bob just scratched his head. Uncle said to grab his shotgun and follow him. His uncle owned 500 acres of land which butted up against Federal owned land that was off limits to people using it, a wildlife sanctuary for endangered species. Following his uncle back through the thick brush for 30 minutes, he knew that they were off the property boundaries but wouldn't be able to tell exactly where it ended. Uncle led him to the side of a hill and behind some boulders and brush was an opening. Inside the opening about 10 feet back in was a wood door with a padlock on it. Uncle took a key out of his pocket and opened the lock and door.
Just inside the door was a battery powered big flashlight, which uncle took and turned on. Bob could see it was a coal mine. This mine was a forgotten thing due to all the EPA garbage regulations. Most likely wasn't even on the maps. The tunnel was 12 feet wide and extended back in 200 feet with several smaller side tunnels branching off. In one side tunnel uncle showed him stashes of supplies he was already doing. Bob cocked a questioning raised eyebrow at his uncle.
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Post by iamnobody on Nov 18, 2021 9:39:17 GMT -6
Uncle chuckled and then said this was used since Prohibition days so supplies were always available in case they had to go in hiding. Uncle had started storing supplies years ago because of what he had been seeing happening in the world. He didn't tell Bob because he was still young and then had moved away. But now Bob was back and was wanting to do things by buying food, so uncle realized he was serious. Bob looked at stacks of 5 gallon buckets, had to be at least 100 of them. Uncle told him of using mylar bags with O2 absorbents inside the buckets.
Back at the cabin they stored the food Bob had bought in the buckets. Uncle showed him online where to order bulk cases of mylar bags and the O2's. They weren't really that expensive when bought by the case. Buckets and lids could be bought at Lowe's Home Building cheaper than could be shipped in. Uncle said he used disposable debit cards bought at most stores, to order online and then delivered to a drop station in town. Bob knew he had to get some of those himself..
Back at his job, Bob continued to excel at his work and the boss noticed and offered him some hours of overtime. 2 extra hours every day for a total of 48 hrs and the extra 8 hours would be at overtime pay. Having been there several months, he also was getting pay raises, now making $18 per hour. His expenses weren't much so he was able to put most of his paycheck into buying supplies. He stopped at the diner every day and the waitresses recognized him now and always seated him at the table with his back to the wall. One of the waitresses finally recognized him from the TV paternity show. He hardly spoke to the waitresses beyond please, his order and thank you though. Polite but no desire to interact with women.
One evening as he was eating his supper, he noticed a guy come in the diner. Even though it was warm outside, this guy had a jacket on, had his hand in the pocket and was looking nervous. The guy was standing at the cashier waiting on a waitress to come over. Bob quickly got up and went to stand by the guy. The guy was a short guy to begin with and standing next to Bob's large size, he looked like an ant. Bob told the guy “nice night” and the guy just looked at him. Bob told the guy the food was terrible here and he might want to leave and never come back. The guy looked at Bob towering over him, swallowed hard and left. A waitress had come over and started telling Bob off about chasing away customers but he cut her off and said the guy had a gun in his pocket and was going to rob and / or hurt them. The waitress face turned pale and then said that Bob's meal was on the house.
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Post by iamnobody on Nov 18, 2021 12:32:29 GMT -6
After studying the shotgun reloading manuals and extensive online reading he started reloading shotgun ammo from the supplies that came with the gun. It actually was simple and safe if you paid attention to what you were doing. It was fun using the roll crimping tool to seal the ammo. Online he found a place called Ballistic Products to buy hulls and wads by the case. Rotometals was the best for buying lead. 5 pounds of lead shipped for $20 by postal service. They could ship up to 65 pounds in a large postal shipping box. Primers and powder were bought at a local gun shop. 000 buckshot loads at the gun store was $15 a box of 5 rounds. Reloading, it cost him $4 for the components to make the same number rounds of ammo.
He still ate at the diner every evening and the waitresses always gave him his privacy and Bob liked that. After what he went through, he couldn't see himself ever involved with another woman. He had joked with his uncle about putting up signs at the driveway – NO WOMEN ALLOWED. His uncle had been married but his wife had died in the bus wreck that took the rest of the family. His uncle was 65 years old and didn't feel like he needed another woman in his life either, but it wasn't due to bad experiences. And it wasn't like at 65 that he could have much physical with a wife either.
Bob talked to his uncle about raising chickens and pigs, uncle agreed. Bob bought them, paid for the feed and uncle would do the tending because Bob was away 4 days a week. Ended up getting 12 laying hens and 1 rooster, plus 2 pigs. His uncle had 5 acres of cleared land that had been slowly enlarged out of the thick brush over the decades. So it was also decided to start planting crops and add in some fruit trees, berry bushes and grapes. Bob and his uncle could now look around and say they were well on the road to being preppers.
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Post by iamnobody on Nov 18, 2021 15:20:58 GMT -6
A few weeks later and back to start with the animals. A black bear broke into the animal pens and killed the chickens and young pigs. Arghhh! So Bob and his uncle built a new pen. They poured a cement floor and used concrete blocks to build the walls 8 feet high. The doors were steel ones. Then they hooked up a solar powered electric fence around the whole 5 acres of clearing, spacing the wires every 12 inches up to a height of 6 feet. That should keep the deer out too. Bob was able to get some more chickens and pigs.
By 2 years of working at the warehouse, Bob had become a manager there had a big pay increase - $70,000 per year. He still lived his simple life, using the extra money to buy supplies. He didn't even dress any different. He even still took a turn in the warehouse every week to keep in shape, plus it gave him a 1st hand knowledge of what was really going on in the work force. Every week was more beans and rice, pasta, wheat, oatmeal and corn. He bought clothing and medical supplies, had a small solar panel setup for the cabin and still buying reloading supplies for his shotgun. Making more money, he had Rotometals ship 2 tons of Lyman #2 lead to the warehouse on pallets. It took 2 trips home to take all the lead but they would have enough lead for a long time. Already he had reloaded 6,000 rounds of 000 buckshot and 2,000 of the slugs. He kept buying kegs of powder and 5,000 packs of primers from the local gun store. When the gun store mentioned about all the powder and primers he bought over the years, he just said about shooting rounds of Skeet with his buddies and they understood.
He went down to the diner like always. He went in and there was a new waitress there. Taking his usual seat in the corner, she came over, looked him up and down and at his country clothes and said “ Hello country bumpkin, how's the frost out on the pumpkin?” Bob looked at her and asked if she liked Cal Smith's song. She said her mom always listened to his song. Bob ordered his meal and ate in privacy like always while the new waitress kept eyeing him. When he paid his bill, she was there and said she hoped to see him again and placed her hand on his muscular arm.
Bob reacted like she had touched a 1,000,000 volt wire to him and literally jumped 10 feet away from her, gave her a wild look and hurriedly left. The new waitress was left standing there with a surprised, confused look on her face. A regular waitress explained what happened, who Bob was and his past history of his marriage. How he liked his privacy, was polite and hardly spoke. The waitress pulled out her ipad and brought up the video of the TV paternity show of him. Even after almost 3 years of it airing, the video was still the highest viewed show of all time. The new waitress watched the entire 1 hour long video and when done said to herself that she had really messed up by accident and he would probably never talk to her again.
It took 2 weeks before Bob showed back up at the diner. The new waitress seated him at his normal table, said she was sorry for touching his arm and offending him, what would he like to order, she would pay for his meal tonight. He placed his order and she brought the food which he ate. She tried paying for his meal but he told her that there were no hard feelings and he would pay. Over the weeks when he came in, she always was his waitress. He didn't speak much but she talked about everything. Whether Bob wanted to know or not, he heard she was his age, 31, was single, was divorced because her husband had been unfaithful and no children. Her life views were about 75% conservative and 25% liberal, what a mix that was but she often spoke of her worries about what was happening in the world and this country, especially about prices going up and things hard to find. Bob just sat there and listened.
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Post by texican on Nov 19, 2021 2:50:20 GMT -6
Bob has a new love interest in the new waitress who does not have a name.
Texican....
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Post by iamnobody on Nov 19, 2021 8:13:45 GMT -6
During his days off, his uncle told him he had some things that needed discussed. Told Bob about some weird things happening locally. There were sightings of unknown men in uniform being spotted in odd places. Said the uniforms had a patch on the shoulder with the word FEMA and 2 vertical lightning bolts under it. Just like the lightning bolts that Nazis used in WW2. They were always spotted in groups of 2 or 3 and no one recognized their faces. Uncle told him that FEMA was a federal agency and everyone knows what low regard Appalachians hold for anything Federal government. Uncle had tried looking up FEMA and see about the patch on their website – nothing. Then he typed in a description of the patch, something flickered on the screen and then his computer went blank for a minute and then rebooted. Uncle said he didn't know what was going on but he advised they always go armed anywhere outside, even to feed the chickens and to carry a full load of ammo on them. Bob also thought that was a wise idea and got his shotgun and several pouches that contained buckshot and one of slugs. These pouches had straps and he could carry them slung over his body.
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Post by iamnobody on Nov 19, 2021 11:30:25 GMT -6
Bob and his uncle did some snooping around his acreage. It was very thick brush and really the only way to move was to follow game trails and even then they had to crawl on hands and knees at times to get through some areas of brush. They moved quietly from years of moving in this brush. They found 1 set of footprints but with neighbors often crossing onto each others property, it was nothing suspicious. Arriving back home by evening, over a meal of ham slices and fried potatoes, they discussed code phrases to use during their daily phone calls when Bob was at work. His uncle and Bob spent the rest of the days tending their garden and animals. Of the 5 acre clearing, 1 acre was in normal garden vegetables, 1 acre was in field corn which they could eat as roasting ears when it was young and as cornmeal when it dried. Another ½ acre was of Kennebic potatoes and the other ½ was sweet potatoes which would all be stored in a root cellar..
Back at work, Bob was watchful. He even started carrying his shotgun in his truck, though that was against company policy and could get him fired if found out. In the evenings he dug into the internet looking for anything on the alternative news sites. There was a presidential election taking place in just a few months and there was a lot of talk. Bob wasn't sure he believed a lot of things that were said on there but hie did know from looking around his own area that prices were up and rising every month and items were getting hard to get. And people seemed to be nervous and worried.
He stilled stopped at the diner and this week there were more customers so the new waitress wasn't able to hang around and talk his ear off. This week was the end of the quarter at work. His crew had been doing fantastic and the company paid him a bonus of $5,000. He decided to spend most of it on food. He loaded up on the different types of beans, rice, oatmeal, cornmeal, flour, canned meats, dried potatoes, dried corn, dried peas, dried green beans, dried carrots, dried onions and many other spices. His truck rearend was sagging from so much and he had only spent $1,500. He would get more next week.
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Post by kaijafon on Nov 19, 2021 11:59:13 GMT -6
hopefully they are not leaving a well trodden pathway to the mine. With all that stuff going in there.
thank you for your story
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Post by biggkidd on Nov 19, 2021 12:07:30 GMT -6
2 tons of led for bullets wow his great grand kids will have plenty.
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Post by iamnobody on Nov 19, 2021 13:11:16 GMT -6
Back at his uncle's cabin, they got the food unloaded and repacked into buckets. Depending on what was in the bucket, each one weighed on average 30 pounds. They took them to the coal mine like always by putting on special boots that were wide and cushioned so as to leave little sign of their passing. It was a real pain in the er, neck and slow but it ensured a lower probability of leaving a trail.
His uncle was still hearing rumors of the strange FEMA men but no idea of what they were doing. Being backwoods, the locals were tightknit and outsiders stuck out like a sore thumb. All the sightings of them seemed to be on the Federal land. Uncle had not personally seen any of the FEMA people.
He ordered more components from Ballistic Products. The 2 tons of lead would be enough to cast over 41,000 rounds of ammo for his shotgun. There was only 1 lead smelter left operating in the US and Bob had wanted to make sure he never ran out. Most of the lead now available in the US came from China. It seemed like very little was made in the US any more.
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