Our friend Ishmael, who is making arrangements for an expedition in search of Liver-Eating Johnson for 2016, is worried about the expedition chronicler getting whacked by some later day blackfoot warrior in Harm City, and has been sending me all of the survival lore he comes upon. Below is a sample e-mail from my Rocky Mountain correspondent.
When I was a young kid working on the ranches in the area, there were a few old guys that had been whisky runners for the bootleggers in the 20s and 30s. I asked one old gentleman what he carried when on delivery runs. It was always a shotgun, side arm, and a belly gun. Two very accessible, one hidden, ankle holster, or stuffed in the seat somewhere. I imagine they hid a knife also.
I know how tough the gun laws are in urban cities, but if you keep a jump bag, a hidden pistol and a legal short shotgun would come in very handy if the world turns to shit. Double 00 buck is the best load. Since you are single, I'd have one in the chamber ready to go, sleep next to it.
Ishmael.
A link for you below
James, when you are camped in the wilderness of protected, aggressive, hoodam, stay loaded for bear.
JL:
Looks bigger (I can't really tell) than the 3 day assault pack.I'm thinking I need to be doin' some of that there research.
OK, so you got the bag, what do you fill it with? The basic stuff, with wide variation according to bent, etc. I can see that being a thread unto itself, mind you.
What do you think about the reincarnated tomahawk? I'm really taken by those. And I used to be an altar boy!