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Post by gipsy on Dec 2, 2023 14:11:41 GMT -6
Hope he has learned enough.
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Post by 223shootersc on Dec 2, 2023 14:38:05 GMT -6
Sad day, no granny.... Thanks for the good story line!
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Post by feralferret on Dec 2, 2023 15:52:30 GMT -6
Thanks, iamnobody!
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Post by iamnobody on Dec 3, 2023 13:00:20 GMT -6
He checked with the neighbor woman about how a funeral was handled in this area. She said family, neighbors and friends gathered together and buried the person, usually on their property. Another nearby man had pine coffins made up. Dillon knew he could run the backhoe attachment on the tractor to dig a hole overlooking her favorite view right next to where his Granpappy was buried. The hole was done and that evening he picked up her bible, he turned to the records section in the front. He listed her name and the day she died. It was a restless night of sleep for him. He realized that the night before when she had talked with him late into the evening, that she must of knew that she was dying. For the burial, her friends and neighbors were in attendance, maybe about 20 people total. Dillon was called upon to say a few words over her grave. He chose her favorite bible verse.
Psalm 25:1-7 KJV Unto thee, O Lord, do I lift up my soul. O my God, I trust in thee: let me not be ashamed, let not mine enemies triumph over me. Yea, let none that wait on thee be ashamed: let them be ashamed which transgress without cause. Shew me thy ways, O Lord; teach me thy paths. Lead me in thy truth, and teach me: for thou art the God of my salvation; on thee do I wait all the day. Remember, O Lord, thy tender mercies and thy lovingkindnesses; for they have been ever of old. Remember not the sins of my youth, nor my transgressions: according to thy mercy remember thou me for thy goodness' sake, O Lord.
He was on autopilot the next few days, tending the livestock and chores, then to bed. After several days he was beginning to recover. He had been doing chores all morning and was sitting on the porch drinking an iced tea when a car pulled up. He was wondering who it could be and then his dad stepped out of the car. His dad said he heard she was dead and he was here to settle her estate and getting the property listed for sale since he was her son. That at least he could get a few dollars from the sale to make up for having her as a mom.
Dillon stood up, rage on his face. He said that the only reason he didn't knock him on his backside was because he was his dad. That he will speak with respect about Granny. His dad laughed and said the property was going to be sold and Dillon would have to find somewhere else to live a loser life. Dillon smiled and told his dad that Granny had sold the property to him a while back and he was the owner of everything, so get off his property and NEVER come back. His dad stood there with a dumbfounded look on his face as he realized he was getting nothing. His dad recovered and said Dillon was a loser and would always be a loser. That he was a jerk for taking all that money from his ex wife and she was almost broke now. It turns out that Jezebel and Chad had burned through the millions of dollars on partying and expensive baubles. Now she was working 2 jobs to support her and Chad while he went to work whenever he felt like it and was seeing other women too. Dillon laughed and said that was her problem because of being an adulterous harlot and his dad was a pathetic excuse of a man and a dad. Dillon was disowning him as a dad. Again to leave and never come back. His dad got in the car, stomped the gas causing the wheels to throw dirt everywhere as he sped away. Dillon was fuming the rest of the day as he thought of the greediness and haughtiness of his dad.
Within the month Dillon could see a lot of censorship taking place on the prepper blogs and video channels. The biggest ones had their platforms taken down and some were even arrested. The Ministry of Truth was railing against people who spoke against whatever the government said was the truth. The US government levied a heavy carbon tax upon the people so that they could fight global warming. What little alternative news there was, said the money was being spent for moving the government to Costa Rica. He knew the time he had for gathering supplies was winding down.
His trips to the big city 2x a week, his truck was loaded with as much as it would safely carry. Food, clothes, tools, anything he could possibly think of. On 1 of his trips he was in a better part of the big city and he saw Barb with a rich man. They were dressed in expensive clothes and getting out of a Porsche in front of a fancy restaurant. She stuck her nose in the air and pretended she didn't see him. He smiled and kept walking along.
That winter was a weird one. It would snow and the next day would be up in the 60s for temperature. He was able to shot 1 deer and shared the meat with the woman who had sold him the guns. He would also drop off canned food that he had bought at the store. He personally had enough canned foods to last him 5 years before getting into the stored dried foods. The old woman told him that she couldn't get around as much now and knew her time was coming, that if he was able to, please see to her burial too. Dillon promised.
Spring finally came around after a late snow in early May. He was busy getting the crops planted and the livestock pens cleaned. He was due to pick up 3 new feeder piglets next week. The next day he stopped by the neighbor's place to see what chores she needed done. Getting there, he knocked at the door. Getting no response he knocked again. Then he moved over to the window where he could look in and saw her laying on the floor. Going back, he used his shoulder and popped the door open. She was still barely alive as he cradled her head on his lap. She opened her eyes, seeing him she smiled and said she wanted buried next to her husband out back. For Dillon to take out of the house anything he could use before her no account children in the city came to sell the place for the money. The woman said it was a shame how a person's children could abandon them and not want anything to do with the old ways. That she was happy that Dillon took care of his Granny and her. Then she was gone.
Again Dillon dug a burial hole and her friends and neighbors showed up as she was laid to rest. The next day he came back and searched through her things, taking what could be useful. He visited the close friends and neighbors, sharing the food he found and any other things they might need. But there were still a lot of things left over, which he took home. There were tools, kerosene lamps, wool bed comforters. Within the week, her children from the big city descended upon the home with a realtor in tow. Dillon stopped by while they were there, saying he was the one that found her. They said thanks and then jumped right in, asking if he knew a disposal service that could clean the place out and dump everything so it it would be presentable for sale. He said he could remove everything and they pressed $1,000 into his hand and telling him to do a good job. They left, leaving a big “for sale” sign in the yard.
Well, he did clean out the place of everything leaving the bare buildings. He even swept out the house and removed old manure and bedding from the small barn. He would of done this free of charge but they had pressed the money into his hand and then hurried off before he could say anything. Again, whatever the neighbors didn't have use for, he put into his storage.
The US government had been moving to Costa Rica at a very fast pace. Other countries were doing the same thing in other warm parts of the world, all the time telling people it was global warming. Anyone that said contrary to that was made a public fool of and most people went along with it. He was constantly looking on the blogs and videos plus listening on the shortwave radios he had bought, about what was really going on. Reports were that the US government was killing all the locals in the area they were moving to, so there was room for them. Dillon's thoughts were that was true. If the government wasn't warning their own people of the deadly threat, they wouldn't care about other people.
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Post by gipsy on Dec 3, 2023 14:15:03 GMT -6
They are a cold blooded group for sure.
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Post by feralferret on Dec 3, 2023 17:41:02 GMT -6
Iamnobody, it looks like the manure is rapidly approaching the rotating airfoil. Thank you.
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Post by prepguy on Dec 3, 2023 20:57:13 GMT -6
Like how he handled the situation with his dad.There are parents and there are people who have children, massive difference between the two.
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Post by iamnobody on Dec 4, 2023 13:46:24 GMT -6
By mid summer he was down to just $80,000 left from his winnings. He has tried to be wise in his purchases, not buying a lot of expensive trinkets that had no real value beyond social status. Instead he had land, a cold age home and supplies that would get him through at least 20 years. But he had livestock and seeds that he thought would be good for cold temperatures. Word on the shortwave was that 40 degrees north or south would be “no man's land” and 35 degrees would be slightly livable. He lived at 37 degrees north and that should keep him away from most any trouble from mankind.
In late July he had made his last trip to the big city and it had been like people had went crazy. The US government had finished their move to Costa Rica. Other governments were in the process of finishing the move to where they had selected and there were several wars being fought over warm locations. The average person on the street was beginning to wake up to the fact that something stinky was going on and the government wasn't trying to take care of them. Dillon heard reports on the shortwave radio talking about supply shortages of everything, including prescription drugs. In the US, over 60% of the people are on some type of prescription drug for a mental health condition and were addicted to said drugs. So when their prescription meds were no longer available, they went nuts. His last trip, driving by the gun store showed him a burnt out ruin. Big box stores he saw people breaking out the windows and carrying out large screen TVs and other items of similar nature.
Surprisingly the food warehouse was standing. Cautiously he got out and went inside. There was 1 clerk and no customers. Dillon asked if they were still in business. The clerk, who he found out was the owner, said it was the last day. He was closing because the world had gone crazy. He wanted to sell as much as he could and then stay home during this insanity. He told Dillon that it was 50% off and he would help load the truck. Dillon was surprised, all the PAW stories he had read showed food stores being the prime target to be looted but he guessed the people were more interested in “toys” than surviving. By the time he pulled out, he guesstimated there was 5,000 pounds of food in the bed. The truck was setting low and he would have to watch his driving. He was on “pins and needles” as he drove out of the city and on home. People didn't even look his was as he went by. Safely at home he thanked the LORD over and over for protecting him on such a foolish trip. It took him weeks to unload and store the load of food.
Thankfully the electric was still on and he didn't have to resort to candles and kerosene lamps, nor the multitude of batteries and the small solar panels he had. Kerosene, he had bought 200 gallons of the clear stuff and the solar panel would just be enough for charging batteries to run the shortwave radios. So far he had been doing most of his living in the 1960 trailer. The few remaining neighbors were doing okay even with them being in their 80s. Other neighbors had given up and moved to the big cities on their children's insistence. He harvested the produce from the garden, putting the root crops into the root cellar and fermenting most of the rest.
By September it was chilly enough he butchered the 3 hogs he had been raising. The 6 hams he was dry curing and smoking them, making bacon, the back would have the lions cut and diced for freeze drying. And of course, render the fat for lard. Granny always cooked using lard. The rest of the meat from the hogs would go to neighbors. By the beginning of October, the 1st snow of the season had arrived. 8 inches of it with a 25F temperature. It melted after a week. Dillon had checked Granny's record book and saw that in the past 70 years it had only snowed once this early and that was a quick ½ inch of snow that melted in a day. His hopes that this was just a fluke were dashed. Oct 20th saw the next snow of 4 inches. From there onward, the temps were at 20F during the day and right around 0F at night with more snow every 8-10 days. He had moved into his underground home which was much easier to heat. He shut off and drained the water pipes in the trailer. It would be April 21st before the last snow came and temperatures finally started warming up.
Over the winter he listened to the shortwave radio that he took to the trailer whenever the electricity was on. The electric was off a lot. Most big cities seemed to be in complete meltdown, little food or essentials and electric was off a lot. He read a lot of his how-to books, tended the chickens he had and every 3 days he would don his winter clothes and snow shoes and make a trip around outside. It was quiet with no man made noises and not even jets in the sky. Ever since his last trip to the big city, he had taken to carrying his Mauser 98 everywhere he went. Besides the ammo in the gun, he carried 2 full boxes along with him.
When the snow cleared off in the Spring, he was able to make it around to check on his neighbors. They were a stubborn, independent group and had refused to leave their homes. 3 of the 5 he found dead when he checked on them, having died sometime during the winter. He used the tractor and buried them on their properties. The remaining 2 he tried talking them into a better solution but they remained firm in their resolve to stay alone at their homes.
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Post by gipsy on Dec 4, 2023 13:59:52 GMT -6
Thanks for the update
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Post by cashless1 on Dec 4, 2023 19:11:04 GMT -6
somebody is reading my mind, I have about 70 pages written on a new story and you have already posted it.
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Post by iamnobody on Dec 4, 2023 20:10:01 GMT -6
somebody is reading my mind, I have about 70 pages written on a new story and you have already posted it. Please post it, I would like to read it. And I'm sure others would too.
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Post by feralferret on Dec 4, 2023 21:23:11 GMT -6
Thanks!
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Post by iamnobody on Dec 5, 2023 16:04:24 GMT -6
The temperatures went up to the high of 82F for the summer, on August 1st to be exact. Most of the Summer was in the low 70s. Dillon was getting some crops due to using his cold age mini greenhouse growing spots. He was getting bush green beans, lettuce, onions, carrots, red beets, turnips, potatoes and even some early maturing cherry tomatoes. For the potatoes he was using potato boxes instead of planting in the soil. He was harvesting a potato box on August 15, he was looking at a harvest of at least 15 pounds from the box. He would lay the potatoes out in the shade to dry off and cure for a few days and then into the root cellar. He had just finished the last potatoes when he heard gunshots in the distance.
Grabbing his Mauser rifle and ammo bag that were leaning against his wheelbarrow, he headed towards where the shots were coming from. It sounded like the area were his neighbor lived who was about age 85. Dillon knew his Mauser held 5 rounds of 8mm and he had 2 boxes of 20 rounds of ammo in his pouch. He had already put the bayonet on the barrel end. It took about 20 minutes to jog through the woods the mile to his neighbor. Sure enough, the closer he got, the louder the shots. He could hear the boom of the neighbor's shotgun and then other “sharper” reports. He slowed down as he came up the hill crest overlooking the neighbor's place. He went to his belly and crawled the last few feet to the top and slowly raised his head far enough to look over.
He saw a van parked in front of the neighbor's. The side of the van had a logo of “US GOVERNMENT” and there were 3 men crouched behind it. They were dressed in black uniforms with all kinds of gear that made them look like 1 of those TV shows where the SWAT raided a “bad guy's” place. They were yelling and laughing at the man inside, telling him the evil things they were going to do to him when they got him. Dillon had heard more than enough. He aimed at the closet government agent over the sights of his rifle. Taking up the slack in the 2 stage military trigger and then the let off, sending 175 grains of 8mm bullet over the 50 yard distance.
The bullet entered the agents back, passing through the heart and exiting the chest with a 2 inch hole. The other 2 agents were caught off guard and not sure what was happening. Dillon had worked the rifle bolt, ejecting the fired round and chambering a new one. He fired again but the agent had moved and the bullet took him in the shoulder. Not a killing shot but taking the guy out of the fight. The remaining agent fired in Dillon's direction making him duck behind the hill, with the bullets throwing up dirt above his position. He heard the neighbor's shotgun boom again followed by cursing from the agent. Dillon peaked back over the hill, seeing the agent clutching his arm. Dillon sent another 8mm bullet his way, ending the agent's life when the bullet took off the top of his head. He looked around to make sure that there were no others, then yelled to the neighbor that he was coming in.
He grabbed the wounded agent and dragged him along to a tree in the yard where he tied the agent to the tree with paracord. Going inside he saw the neighbor sitting against the wall with blood oozing from several places on his chest. Dillon went to apply bandages but the old man pushed his hands away saying that there was no use, he was a goner. He told Dillon that he was sitting on the porch when the van came into the drive and the 3 agents jumping out and started shooting. He was wounded on his way inside. Dillon said he had a wounded one tied up outside and the neighbor told him he would have to do the questioning by himself. Looking back he saw the neighbor slumped over and not breathing.
Outside he approached the bound agent who was moaning in pain. He asked the agent who he was and why they attacked. The agent cussed and said he wasn't talking. Dillon bent down and used his finger to probe the bullet wound, twisting it around, commenting on how big of a hole the bullet made. Then wiped his bloody finger on the agent's shirt while the agent was screaming. The agent squeaked out they were US government agents tasked with “mopping up” people in the outlying areas. Dillon didn't want to waste any more ammo on him so he bayoneted the guy through the heart. Using his foot against the agent's chest, he pulled the bayonet free.
He went over to the van, opening it and looking inside. His blood ran cold and he turned and puked his guts out.
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Post by gipsy on Dec 5, 2023 16:22:49 GMT -6
Kind of makes you wonder don't it. Thanks
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Post by feralferret on Dec 5, 2023 17:30:01 GMT -6
Wow! Quite a chapter. Thank you.
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Post by prepguy on Dec 5, 2023 21:12:58 GMT -6
The war has come home
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Post by gipsy on Dec 6, 2023 7:59:53 GMT -6
If the Govt has moved south who are these guys representing? Inquiring minds want to know.
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Post by iamnobody on Dec 6, 2023 16:08:12 GMT -6
Inside the van had been the severed heads of several people sticking on upright spikes like trophies. One of them was his other remaining neighbor, an old woman. The van also contained things that he assumed were taken at the victim's places. He forced himself to search the van and found official government paperwork but it wasn't for a “mop up” crew. It showed the van as a utility vehicle of the US government. It appears that the 3 men posing as US government were nothing more than psychos that somehow had gotten ahold of weapons and uniforms somewhere and were carrying out their sick fantasy.
Seeing the van had ½ tank of gas, he drove to the neighbor woman's place to locate her body and prepare it for burial. Inside he found her decapitated and mutilated naked body. The home was ransacked. He wrapped her body in a blanket he found in her bedroom and placed it in the van. His plan was to bury her, the man and the heads all in 1 grave because of running low on fuel for the tractor, he would have to siphon gas from the van to complete the job. He walked back through the woods to his place to get the tractor, then drove back to the burial site. He siphoned the fuel from the van for the tractor and then started digging. Then laid to rest the bodies of his last remaining neighbors and the other severed heads, then filled in the hole. He said a few quick words of prayer over their remains and headed home. He had often read in the PAW stories of the sickos of society coming out after things collapsed but to see the perversion with his own eyes was a wake-up call to the very sinful nature of mankind.
Over the next 2 weeks he spent time seeing what was useful from the neighbors places. He took blankets, clothes, cookware, food, tools and the shotgun he found at each place. The van was finally running on empty when he parked it at the neighbor woman's house, it was 4 miles from his place. He pushed it into her old barn and then walked back home. As far as he knew, there wasn't another living person in a vast area around him.
He would get up every day, take care of his chickens and his garden. His rifle definitely always with him and now carrying 5 boxes of ammo in his pouch. He had seen how quickly trouble could come and who knows how many troublemakers it would be. His bible was always laying open on the kitchen table and he would read from it during the day as he passed by. Sometimes it would be just a few verses, other times it would be several chapters. Each day started with a prayer and ended with one, always in thanksgiving to God and asking for guidance, wisdom and discernment.
Today was his birthday, now 33 years old. He splurged for his birthday, making buckwheat pancakes for breakfast, with fried eggs on top and maple syrup poured over it. He made himself a small chocolate cake with peanut butter flavored icing with some freeze dried strawberries on the side. He even broke out a special dark chocolate bar as a treat. He limited himself to candy once a month. His supper was some pasta with sauce and freeze dried hamburger. Electricity had went off 40 days ago. He listened to the shortwave radio talking about what was going down. Most places were brutal and ugly. The assorted governments of the world had all located to the warmer parts and were ruling with a ruthless hand. All guns had been outlawed and confiscated. Any one that spoke against the government was exiled and people feared being kicked out of the “safe area” so they obeyed everything that was told to them. Dillon hadn't spoken to another person in 2 months.
The 1st snow came October 1st and temperature at 20F, it brought 12 inches before it stopped. Inside his small underground home he kept it at 60F with the rocket stove and mass heater he had installed in the beginning. With them he could burn the smaller branches and pieces without worrying about felling large trees. Though he did have several 1 man crosscut saws and equipment to sharpen them. He tended his 6 chickens, 5 hens and 1 rooster. Then he walked through his storage areas, checking to make sure things were okay. By the time the end of October came, there had been 5 snowstorms with a total of 39 inches and some days it was only a high of 15F and nights got down to -20F.
There was a break in the weather on November 2 and it got up to 35F so he decided to take a walk around to check on things. Suited up in his Rothco coat, pulled on his Carhartt bibs, boots, mitts, etc, he grabbed his rifle after donning his snowshoes. The sun was bright so he put on his snow googles to reduce the glare or there was the possibility of snow blindness. He hiked up through the woods intending to make a circle of about 5 miles and then back home. He would stay in the trees so that it would be harder to spot his tracks if anyone was out looking. The snow was pristine, completely unmarked by tracks of any kind. Not even any bird calls or noises of any kind. The sky was one of those crystal clear blue days with nary a cloud.
He was taking it slow so as not to overheat and sweat, such things could kill a person real quick in the cold. He was at the end of his loop and headed back, paralleling the road when he saw something along the road. He slowly moved closer and finally was able to make out that it was a large group of people buried in the snow. He counted 35 bodies. Closer examination revealed them to be his parents and sister, her parents, his ex wife and Chad, the lawyer that represented her and even the judge in the case. Others were friends of the ex wife and of his parents, the remaining ones he had no clue who they were. They were all dressed in shorts and shirts, all seemed to of been there frozen for at least 2 weeks. He saw the bodies of 3 young children, actually babies. Then a closer look showed they were the partial bodies of babies with limbs cut off. He could also see teeth marks on the flesh of the babies – cannibalism.
He was sick to his stomach. In the PAW stories he had heard of “long pork” being ate but this was real life. He took the 3 baby bodies and buried them as best as he could under the circumstances. The adult bodies he left where they were. Their souls could burn in Hades for all he cared. Back home he was in a somber mood. He took his outerwear off and carefully hung them up to dry, they had to last a long time for him. He wasn't hungry after what he had seen, how could a person un see such a sight. After reading his bible, he prayed to God for peace in his spirit and then went to bed.
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Post by gipsy on Dec 6, 2023 16:55:09 GMT -6
Thanks for ruining supper.
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Post by 223shootersc on Dec 6, 2023 17:40:42 GMT -6
Thanks for ruining supper. No long or short pork for me after reading that, either Gipsy!
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Post by gipsy on Dec 6, 2023 17:59:21 GMT -6
Fish for supper tonight
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Post by feralferret on Dec 6, 2023 19:22:48 GMT -6
Iamnobody. thank you for the moar.
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Post by iamnobody on Dec 7, 2023 10:50:22 GMT -6
Dillon wondered what the group had been doing up his way. The only thing he could think of was that they were trying to reach him, thinking that he would have resources to support them. But 35 people? They seemed to of brought a lot of other people along to share in their “good fortune.” But he had read of that in PAW stories, of people not preparing but when it goes bad, they show up not only by themselves but with 20 zillion other people, expecting to be taken care of at the expense of the person they showed up at. The stupidity and entitlement of these people. They didn't even have decent winter clothes to wear. Then thinking that he would take in his ex wife and her lover, his parents, her parents, the judge and lawyer – arghh, did they think he was some dumb schmuck that would simp for them.
The winter snowstorms and bitter cold temperatures came back with a vengeance. Snow after snow with daytime high 0F and nighttime lows of -40F and at times the wind was howling, making it feel like -70F. He was glad for his underground home, the earth covering helping to moderate the temperature. He made sure his chickens were doing well, feeding them and himself sprouted grains for the vitamins they contained. His chickens were bantam breeds with small combs so that the cold wouldn't affect them as much. With 5 hens, he was still getting 2 or 3 eggs a day. Sure they were small eggs but plenty enough for him. Come Spring he would have to let them hatch some new replacement chicks as these chickens were now 2 years old. As chickens got older they laid less eggs and he would butcher the older ones for use in chicken soup.
A lot of the day was spent reading in his many how-to books, being alone he was now Jack of all trades. He mended his clothes when needed. Even with trying to be careful, they still got an occasional tear. Once a week was was day for pants and shirts. Socks and underwear were done every day and hung up to dry inside near the stove. Even during the warm months he had taken to hanging his clothes inside instead of outside like he used to, due to OPSEC. He didn't want his clothes outside advertising that there was only a single person living here, in case someone was in the area.
It was April 20th when it started warming up to above freezing. There was 14 feet of snow during the winter. He worked at cleaning off his garden spots so he could get some crops in. As it warmed up, during the evenings he heard a pack of wolves howling off in the distance. He knew he would have to be careful, they could be a very dangerous problem for him. Dillon knew that the wolves could easily see him as food.
He looked at himself in the mirror, definitely not a lot of fat on him. The warehouse work before had kept him in shape, then the move to Granny's had kept him slimmed down and now the “survival life.” He carefully watched treats like candy or cakes. Looking in the mirror he saw the 6 feet tall and now a lean 180 pounds by the scales. No need for a gym membership even if there were gyms to go to. His hair needed trimmed with the scissors and he went clean shaven during the warmer months. His health had been good, him doing his best to eat healthy and drinking assorted herbal teas to boost his immune system. His eyesight was great though he had stocked reader glasses just in case for his older years.
During the summer months he saw the wolf pack. It was 5 adults and 2 young pups. He had also seen where the pack had chewed on the group of people that had frozen. It seemed to him that there was always a wolf off in the distance just watching him. Once he had been gardening and turned around to see a wolf trying to sneak up on him. Luckily it was still 100 yards away when he spotted it. He heard it snarl when he saw it. So Dillon shot it as it was walking away. There was no way he was feeling like being a wolf snack. He skinned the wolf and tanned the hide. Still there was always a wolf watching him but setting much farther away than before.
His potato boxes gave a bumper crop, he liked this way. The potatoes were easy to harvest and not misshapen. It was easy to reach his hand down in and feel for 2 potatoes for his meal. The carrots were good and also the turnips. He looked forward to the tomatoes being ready. They were small but tasty. He would use 2 slices of his baked bread, smear them with ghee which was a form of canned butter, some lettuce leaves and some of the small tomatoes sliced to make a sandwich. Some fresh raw green beans on the side and he had a filling meal.
It was late fall and would be soon snowing. He was out trying to shot one of the few deer in the area before they moved south to escape the brutal cold and snow. He saw a nice deer about mid day. It was a 50 yard shot in the open forest and took the deer in the neck, dropping it instantly. He moved in and was starting to drag it when he heard the snarls. He was able to kill 1 of the wolves and wound another before they ran away. Dillon hadn't heard the wolves howling for several nights and had thought they had already moved south. It was a slow trip back home as he dragged the deer with 1 hand while clutching his rifle with the other hand. Finally safely home without seeing the wolves again, he was under shelter and hung the deer up. He carefully skinned it so to preserve the hide for tanning. Then removed the insides, saving the heart, liver, tongue and kidneys. Supper would be fried deer liver and onions with potatoes on the side.
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Post by gipsy on Dec 7, 2023 11:53:32 GMT -6
Better supper this time.
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Post by feralferret on Dec 7, 2023 22:34:42 GMT -6
Iamnobody. thank you!
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