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As far as Franks location, it reminds me of north Georgia.

 

Kind of does me too Carly

 

There are sum caves in Gulf Alabama, just not many

Encyclopedia of Alabama: Caves

 

Fits with the Mountains he mentioned and the National Forest. There are a lot if waterways. The underbrush growth in the photos looks right too.

 

Ms Carly, you are very astute in your observations. I am actually in West central Georgia near the old site of Fort Benning. My law practice was in Opelika, Alabama. Vast areas of the Fort have been abandoned since the Federal Government gave all our money to entitlements, there is not much left to maintain domestic bases. I was actually robbed in Columbus, Ga. while trying to make my way to our selected retreat on the Reservation. I hope to scavenge some useful items eventually but so far. have been making every effort to avoid people.

 

Thank you for the compliment Frank. I must say you have many options for living off the land in that area.

 

I've never seen a South Alabama cave or rock, for that matter. I just recently traveled about a hundred miles North of Mobile to purchase a low-grade lime stone quarry for a oyster cultch restoration project but the stone was so soft as to render it useless.

 

Mr. Ticious, Stangf150 mentioned that you might be concerned about discharging your weapon and attracting unwanted attention. He suggested that he might be able to instruct you in how to create a snare or other type trap to assist in capturing you large rodent. If you should prove so lucky as to get one, I have eaten one before and they ain't bad roasted on a fire if you do it real slow.

 

Ill just change my avater to richard in alabama. thanks for that
at some point in time bs is bs no matter who strted it.

Survival is not abut 99$ divorces living in a cave that doesnt exisit killing neighbioors livestopck

 

Fine, that's your opinion now go away.

 

Holy hell!!

Yall went on with this redonculousness this long?

Lol

 

Another type if you can find a groundhog hole place a snare outside of it might give you a shot at a larger meal. Groundhog is not to bad of a meat

 

Fishing for frogs, now I had forgotten completly about that.

 

I remember wanting some squirrel once when I was camping. There was a hickory tree that they were feeding in pretty heavy. I made a couple of wire snares from guitar strings on an inclined pole leaned against the tree and when I returned to check it the next morning , there were two dead squirrels hanging from the pole and a pair of tourists starring at them in total shock. I walked up and shook my head and muttered something about the hard life of a squirrel and the sky-rocketing suicide rate and told the folks that I take them and see they got a proper burial.

 

With the frogs if he has a knife you can take a 5' stick cut the end in a cross form and cut up about 6"s wedge a small rock or peice of wood down the center. Which would open the end up into should be six splines sharpen the ends of the splines and you have a frog gigging stick.

 

Goodness, i got distracted with several 'phone calls (death in the family, -a nephew's wife) and when I come back, a few pages have passed, larry's foaming at the mouth, Strang wants to hold a necktie party, and Sea and RH are trying to help Frank cope with surviving in the Bat Guano Hilton. Well, here's my contribution to the ongoing inanity that is SM malfunction junction. ; )

This thread is giving "THis Thread Will Never Die" and the "Word Association Game" thread a run for productivity and quantity of posts. I am enjoying the creative aspects of surviving in a plausible post apocalyptic world scenario.

Now....my own contribution to the thread with regard to harvesting bovine resources for survival nutrition derives from real life experiences that my father, and next door neighbours related to me when I was a child.

My father was a child, living in wartime Germany. He was in the Hitler Youth, as were almost all wartime children, excepting people in institutions (who, more often than not were euthanased for lacking the requisite racial purity and vigour) or children who were Jews deported to concentration camps. My father and his younger sister remakably survived the Fire Bombing of Dresden where hundreds of thousands of civilians perished.

My father recollected that often, even before the last bombs had stopped falling desperate people would emerge from the air raid shelters and race through the wreckage in the streets to search for abandoned draught horses that had been killed during the course of the air raid. It didn't take long before such finds were hastily butchered and the meat (and just about everything else of the poor beast) had been spirited away. More often than not, all the more timid bomb shelter residents would find upon emergence would be a large bloody patch where a dead horse had once lain. Nothing was wasted, not offal, bones, hooves, hair nor hide.

During my childhood a succession of Eastern European refugees rented the house next door, including an Hungarian olympic silver medal sprinter who sprinted to asylum in Australia from the Hungarian Team during the 1956 Melbourne Olympics. (The Hungarian Uprising was happening at about that time). Other neighbours were a quirky, eccentric Roumanian couple (sisters) who related their war experiences to us over cups of tea. They were in a large rural town, and during the course of the fighting a cow had been killed. A crowd of people carved up the cow in very short order, with the lucky people taking virtually all of the cow, including bones, head, tail, and so forth....the only item left was the udder. Tilly and her sister grabbed that and took the udder home....the meat was rubbery and tough but it would have given some some sustenance so they reasoned. What the other folk, who deigned to see no usefullness for an udder didn't realise, and what Tilly and her sister didn't realise initially was that the udder still contained a fair quantity of milk and cream. Tilly and her sister managed to extract the creamy milk, separated the cream from the milk, used the milk for themselves and converted the cream into butter and sold the butter on the black market. The money and barter that they made from selling the butter helped them to keep on going.They also cooked and consumed the udder meat...it tasted rubbery but it was good protein none the less.

The moral of the story is that when one is facing oblivion, any and every trick in the survival compendium will be used to stay alive and well. Those who are creative and adaptable and prepared to do what is necessary to stay alive, have more and better options open to them than those who are wedded to paradigms that are irrelevant or inappropriate to the circumstances. Frank...please continue to enlighten us with your quest for survival among the lesser civilised in your AO.