As I suspected, the response to last weekend’s Hunkering Down post was thoughtful, and in some cases dismissive.
Pretty much everyone dismissed the original thesis’s choice of Hinsdale County CO as unworkable, as did I. And most regarded that choice as “confirmation bias”, i.e. getting the facts to support a preconceived conclusion, or close to thereof.
The most supportable argument came from Reader Mike S., who wrote in part:
Lived in Fairfax Co., VA, a contiguous suburban county of DC. Slowly turning into Southern Maryland.
After visiting 5 states (including Texas) and filling in spreadsheets (Wife does NOTHING w/o a spreadsheet) we settled in East Tennessee.
Her health issues preclude further movement but Southern Appalachia is well watered, (mostly) self-sufficient in food, HEAVILY armed (It’s not “Are you carrying?” but “What are you carrying?”), and compared to the DC metro area crime free*.
*Almost anywhere is going to be crime free compared to our Nation’s Capital/Capitol.
And from Comments:
“Most people will never get out of the planning phase of this, treating it as a thought exercise. The few that might, will likely undersell the effort necessary to make it happen. It’s an expensive proposition to set up a redoubt or bunker. A true survivable landing spot will not come ready-made–it needs to be lived in, the land farmed, the ponds and streams kept clean, neighbors known, that sort of thing. Fewer than 3% of the population can sustain two livable homes simultaneously, so most believe their primary choices are to flee (to what, they have no idea) or hunker down and wait for FedCo and the Military to rescue them.” — Topcat
“And while big game and hunting may play a role, here in WY if the S truly hits the F, you won’t be using any vehicles (short of a mountain bike) to get around since gasoline will at best be rationed, and at worst simply unavailable. After a couple of years whatever you have stored (regardless of treatment) will be essentially useless. If you can’t hike to your hunting area and then pack out your kill, it don’t mean nothin’.” –– Blackwing1
The general consensus seems to be that the time to “bug out” is either in the past, right now or very soon. During or after the ‘Pocalypse isn’t going to work. Almost everyone seems to be resigned to staying put (as am I).
In similar vein, given that the average age of my Readers is ummmm advanced, the most pressing, and pretty much insurmountable problem is that of Rx resupply, with some saying that after about 90 days they’re gonna die anyway. I’m willing to bet that nobody has a year’s worth of critical prescription meds in the cache. I have about two months’ worth, and I’m probably in the distinct minority even there. (New Wife, despite my urging, has less than half that, to my great despair. Her response to my warnings can be summed up quite simply as: “I have no interest in living in such a world anyway.”)
Let’s face it: nobody is going to survive for very long if our current civilization turns into the New Dark Age. Sure, some may survive a little longer than others because they’re well-supplied or else already close to being hunter-gatherers (living in the boonies, hunting / growing their food needs etc.). Or else they’ve prepared to be predators to get what they need, although even that is going to be transitory as things like food, medicines and other essentials slowly disappear altogether from any kind of supply chain.
But as SOTI pointed out not long ago: human beings survived being hunter-gatherers for centuries, but the average life expectancy was about 25-35.
The optimists among you suggested that perhaps some kind of order would be restored after a few months or so — but given how our society recently responded to a simple lockdown (let alone a complete breakdown), I’m not that confident.
Me? I’m not going anywhere except maybe to Doc Russia’s little Festung a couple-three miles from here. I’m reasonably well-armed (coff coff ) and have several large Wal-Mart / Sam’s Club-type outlets within walking distance, so I’ll probably just do some shopping (of the AK-47 variety)… until those giant stores are emptied of everything I need. After that… que sera, sera.
I’ll go down fighting, if I can; but go down I most certainly will, eventually. We all will.
Range time? I think so. If I’m going to go down, I’m damn sure going to have some fun, and take a few assholes with me.