UncleJak

One can never be too prepared.  It is better to have it and not need it, than need it and not have it.

 A lot of people are suggesting setting up small caches of supplies/water.  The problem I run into is most of my trail is through unknown areas.  There is no way, realistically, to hike this trail unless I had to (real deal SHTF).  I am forced to carry all.  The one advantage Is that I will not be alone and can divide the weight evenly.  Water is indeed the heaviest item and I will just carry what we can and takes my chances.  I am certainly hoping to be able to drive to my spot, but like the OP said, what if I need to ditch?  One cannot prepare for every situation, just be prepared in general.

Growing up I had 7  foster siblings.  Seeing this thread makes me want to try and track them down and see how their lives turned out.

I put mine in the corner and have had no problems. I was going to add blocks under the floor joists, but never felt like crawling under the house.  Of course mine isn't quite that heavy. It is 400 max.

There is nothing like a pez to keep my spirits up.  I have a yoda pez despenser with pez I need to put in my pack.

I will post my story  here, hoping to get others to do so.  Come on guys, take Spots up on his offer!  My Story:        My heart was beating with excitement as I opened the just delivered priority mail box from Flatwoods Forge.  Ripping through the tape and tearing through what seemed like thousands of layers of tissue paper, my mind was racing in anticipation of my new custom Bowie knife.  It had only been fifteen days since I had first spoken to Spots about making this knife.  When he said he would “get right on it”, he meant it.  I pulled the Bowie from the package and instantly felt the weight behind this hand forged blade.  At sixteen and one half ounces, the Bowie was definitely not for weak hands.  The polished edge glistened as I held it up toward the sunlight that was trickling through my curtains.  It was only four in the afternoon, yet the sun was already rapidly descending.  It would be night soon and there was no time for testing, unless I wanted to test it in the cold night air.  I set the knife aside, pausing a moment to admire the solid oak handle that had been carefully charred, then sealed to “lock in” the colors.  I thought to myself that this was not only a fully functional weapon, but also a thing of beauty, like an artist’s masterpiece.  And with that thought, I laid the Bowie on my coffee table and anxiously awaited the next morning, when I would be able to really try it out.        I was abruptly awoken the next morning well before the sun had risen.  A large explosion and the sound of distant sirens rattled me from an otherwise peaceful sleep.  Having been scared awake, I immediately grabbed my glasses and flashlight and headed to the window.  A quick glance at the clock indicated three a.m., way too dark for the sky to be the reddish orange color it currently showed.  The night sky was fire orange and smoke could be seen rising in the distance.  I could also hear the sound of many sirens, most likely fire trucks responding to what I believed to be a large fire.  “This must be something good”, I said out loud as I made my way to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee.  I glanced out my front door to see if the morning paper had been delivered, but it had not.  Pouring the first cup of coffee, my attention then turned to the television.  I flipped it on and my regular morning news station was showing “off air”.  I flipped the channel and it yielded more of the same. Every channel was “off air”!  My heart began to race as I quickly reached for the small kitchen radio.  It had been ages since I had last used it and I wondered if it even worked.  Dust flew off the top as I turned the knob.  The radio came to life and I immediately turned the tuner trying to get a clear signal.  I soon realized that every station was playing the same pre-recorded emergency alert.        Wasting no time, I leapt into action, first grabbing my clothes and boots.  As I laced my boots up, my thoughts ran through many different scenarios.  The emergency alert was generic and I had no idea what I would be facing.  The only thing I could be sure of was that it was time to get moving.  I had a “bug-out” plan and now was the time to enact it.  I grabbed my pack, rifle, pistol, and canteen then started towards the door.  My plan was to walk the ten miles to my secret spot I had been preparing for the last two years and stay put.  I figured if I hurried I could be hunkered down in just a few hours, hopefully before and panic had fully spread.            Checking my supplies one last time, I headed for the back door.  I took one last look around, thinking to myself that it could be the last time I ever see home again.  That’s when I saw it; my new bowie knife.  It sat on the coffee table, where I had left it the night before, just begging to be used.  I thought to myself that a large knife like this could certainly come in handy.  It felt good in my hand; it was sharp, and seemed to be ready for any task.  I did not yet have a sheath for it and it seemed like I may need to leave it behind.  But something inside me told me to take it anyways.    I slid the unsheathed Bowie carefully into my pack.  Little did I know that one day this Bowie would not only save my life, but it would change the course of the whole world.  And with that, I headed out my back door, into the unknown…

Assuming you make it in 2 days you may have enough.  I have my bag set for 5 days, so I have a bit more than you  and a bit further to travel.  Things I suggest: extra socks (watch Forrest Gump), a tootbrush (trust me it makes a world of differnce), super glue (for first aid and repairs), a boy scout cooking set (lightweight), and my water purification thing.  I have one of the kits that converts nasty water into a sports drink like gatorade or something.  I have never used it and hope it works and doesn't taste bad.

Thanks Greg!

Thanks subsonic, that looks easy enough.

Allright, on the butt: 7257XX, and inside 232XX(under the model-49) I'm not sure which is the right #.

Anyone know where I can get a date for this? It is a model 49 and I rate it at 85% or better.

I got 2 of the Czech masks for around $20 each. I haven't tested them other than trying them on.  I guess I am just hoping if I need one, it will work.

At the end of the day, the officer got to go home to his family.  I am not sure how I would have reacted, but I am glad to know he made it out alive.

Do you have a pic of this setup?

So this basically bypasses all democracy? Great...

Here I am!  Thanks for looking in on me!  I was afraid that fruitcake did me in, but I made it.

Great looking knife, I see zero flaws.  I really like the way the handle "slides up" right onto the blade. Very slick!

After much research, it is a lease gun, re-calibured to 38 special.  I don't believe these are worth much.  I made a poor assumption that old equals value.  Unless something has changed, it does not in this case.

Yes indeed. We caught some on the Green River right out of Tellico Plains.  The wife and I have talked about a mini vacation there in the spring.

I haven't had rainbow trout since 1990. It has been too long.

I couldn't get a pic :( Something about a London conversion Cogswell... I'm not exactly sure.

I was out this morning and saw a old S&W 38 that I found interesting.  It reminded me of the 38 police issue I have, except much older.  It had markings on it that said it had been worked on or modified or something like that in London.  So, I assume it is from WW2?  Anyone ever seen one of these? Is it rare or valuable?  I don't know a lot about these and would appreciarte any feedback.

I think  it is kinda funny, as long as it doesn't come true!

It is like he knows me!  I do indeed have a Glock to go with the black and mild...

I thought it was to rub it in that I didn't get that job several years ago...