Post Apocalypse Job Search

I think I will go to the river and have a bath.

 

The limestone in the cave is very stratified so it is quite easy to get large flat pieces of stone to shape an improvised oven to cook the rest of the bear in. The bear only weighed maybe a 100 lbs after eviscerating and skinning., much less after flensing from the bones. The fat has been rendered and pieces of cooked heart and liver stored in the congealed fat. The bones are being boiled into broth. The rest of the meat is being slow roasted. My fire is set deep in the cave and the smoke is being drafted deeper into the cavern for some unexplained reason but this suits my purpose very well, as I do not wish to give away my campsite location by smoke.

I carry coals out to the oven every hour or two and have enough wood down there to maintain my fire for at least another entire day. I guess Mr. Ghrits is correct in that I shouldn't waste much lap-top time listening to music but it is such a pleasant distraction from the day to day. I wish I had checked the site before I delivered my bat poop and note; now I am getting nervous. A search and destroy? OMG, ONOZ, OMG

 

What a nice young man.

 

I got a response to my welcome gift, he seems to be a most courteous young man, if I do say so myself. He hardly wasted any time answering my note and left a bar of Irish Spring soap with his letter! Apparently his name is Thursday and he must be lonely too, to have responded so quickly. Or maybe he just knows quality bat poop when he sees it.
None the less, I intend to err on the side of caution with the young farmer and hope that we can establish a regular trade arrangement. Here is my intenede response:
Dear Mr. Thursday,
It is a pleasure doing business with you. As I mentioned, I have a quantity of this prime bat poop and I am sure that if you intend to increase the yield of your farm, you will have a need for more. Was that you I heard playing the Pan Flute last night? I always enjoyed Zanpheir and especially love the Theme from the Little Rascals! You must be quite talented to play such an eclectic selection?
It occurs to me, that given your profession, one day you might also require my skills as an attorney. I do not have a flat rate for legal work other than no-contested divorces (you may have seen some of my billboards?) but I am equally sure we can reach some other compensation arrangement should the need arise.
Your Humble Neighbor,
F. Lee Ticious
P.S.
Molly (my opossum) has nine babies that are just beginning to leave her pouch

 

Mr. Thursday

 

Thursday Island, Little Rascals and The Young Rascals

I wonder what an expatriate Thursday Islander is doing in your neck of the woods??? The world is full of inexplicable mysteries I guess, if a divorce lawyer has washed up in a bat cave post TEOTWAWKI.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thursday_Island,_Queensland

Perhaps you are confusing Little Rascals with Young Rascals???

The Young Rascals - Groovin' 1967 - YouTube

Perhaps Thursday was "Groovin' " with his pan pipes?

 

Ah the Jabberwockie......such fond memories of my youth as a boy soldier. I still have fond memories as a radio operator on exercise Jabberwockie, defending Fire Support Base JubbJubb either from a hole in the ground, or ranging around in old obsolescent WWII White M3A1 armoured cars. I still have an aerial photograph of that FSB and can clearly identify my "hole in the ground" at JubbJubb in 1969.

White M3 Scout Car

Whoever the author of the exercise was, they must have had an obsession with Lewis Carrol, or an infantile fixation on Lewis Carrol's poem. All the place name code names were Carollian references to Jabberwockie, which was probably not particularly good OPSEC.

It always amused me in orders groups when the CO would deliver his orders on how his unit would penetrate bandersnatch.....he had a disconcerting practice of leaving a momentary pause between saying...bander and snatch...he didn't quite get what we were all trying to suppress giggles about, lol

 

damn that looks exactly like the pics on another forum.
Warchant.com - Message Boards

That one maybe identified as a cottonmouth but I'm not going to grab it out of the water to investigate. Nope, not this monkey.

 

Frank watch your drop off location because now he or they can hide and wait for your next drop off. Also travel different ways to and from your camp to make being tracked or followed easy. I would if possible set up for him to make another drop off in trade then follow him back to locate his exact location and watch for a couple hours to see possibly how many there are. As Sea pointed out watch for traps I have seen people take the sigle flare trip lines that use the 12ga flares and replace the flares with 00 buck they sit low to the groud and strike about wast high.


But if you can locate the camp and how many it will give you the tactical advantage. I would also consider forming some security around my camp as well. Be safe we can on guess what others are thing and planning we never know for sure until it is done

 

Not down here Bro...

 

Frank, before you got that bear you didn't see any signs like this around did you?

 

As I was sitting around my fire tonight enjoying more of my bear tenderloin (in moderation after last night's tummy thunder), I could once again hear the pan flute of my new friend Thursday. It is a haunting sound coming across the hills and stream and I envision him sitting in front of his own fire entertaining himself, and me as well. Even though I have Molly and the babies to talk to, I crave the companionship of another human being and I was so tempted to make a visit to Thursday. But, heeding the sound advice I have received from my friends here, I will resist the temptation in the interest of personal safety and the security of my homestead. I know that I should have spent a little time constructing some type of barrier wire around my camp but I was just too excited by the prospect of a trade partner and social companion to buckle down and actually do it. I'll worry about it tomorrow.

I was able to pull a few of the cattails today so I had some of the shoots with my bear steak. It was quite delicious and I felt fully sated when I finished my meal. I haven't been able to locate any woodland strawberries yet so I made a little tea with the mallow I got yesterday. I was thinking in terms of "preventive medicine" in the event I experienced more digestive upset. So far so good in that regard.

I wonder if Thursday knows any Irish folk music. I'll have to ask him when next we communicate. I would so enjoy sitting by my fire with my little possum family, listening to the strains of Rocky Road to Dublin.

It's been an exciting day for this neophyte pioneer and I'm looking forward to what tomorrow will bring

 

Mr. Stang, if only I had either little bells or pepper spray with me, be assured I would have been more prepared for my nemesis. However, had he not ventured into my camp, I might have had to dine on Molly and what a shame that would have been. Think of the 9 orphans that would have been left without a pouch to sit in.

 

I hear Dollar weed is good to eat as a salad or boiled as a green.

 

Sorry man...That lil sign is meant for girlie men in time's of pussafication...Glad we will NEVER get there....hahahahaha