Do You Believe

You're a true Survivalist. Have the art form down to a science.

Really?

Read, this.

If, after you've read this excellent post and you argue the facts you should join a country club, buy a poodle, and ask Buffy for a ride in her golf cart - because, Bubba, you now live in a dream world.

Stephen

Just Stuff

I indeed built Her Highness the beef stew and now our house smells good enough to eat, as is. It has been a fine day filled with tinkering on rifles (Dug out scopes, gear, ammo.) and fitted a few pieces here and there. 'Nuff said.

Below, let the preps begin.

Here I've dusted the meat with seasoned flour. I browned the pieces of beef very slowly in small batches. 

The stew ready for a long five to six hour simmer. When Sweet Wife arrives home from work I'll break out the bread, apply butter and we'll dig in. Ya'll come.

This is a picture for my friend, PioneerPreppy.

There's an old timer with a small  farm just north of our location. Yesterday we took a quick day trip and on the way home I stopped at his farm and purchased this Mason jar of Orange Blossom. He has about twenty hives. According to him twenty hives is about all he can care for at his age.

He built a nice glass fronted cabinet alongside his garage for display. There is a sign which directs his customers to take what they want (from pints to quarts) and to slip their money into the slot cut into his garage door. Yesterday he had Orange Blossom and Wildflower available.

When I drove in he stepped outside and we chatted. He's about eighty-six, world war two vet. Nice man. I asked if he ever gets ripped off. He said no that for the most part people were honest. But, to keep folks from a life of crime he installed a motion sensor that beeps when a car enters his driveway.

His price for a pint was a reasonable nine dollars, quarts twelve. I like his handle, Beepa's Honey.
 

Take care.

Stephen

Just a Ramble

It's been a long and very hot day. I arrived home late and lazy so whipped out a quick dinner of sauteed porkchops, steamed fresh broccoli in stock with butter, and made simple, but tasty, stovetop stuffing from, all things, a box. 

She cleaned her plate.

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You remember those survival packs from last week? I've given away three. You should have seen their smiles.

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During the day, in between work, there are several blogs I visit daily. Here are a few I highly recommend.

If for some reason you've missed the return of my old friend, Harry, please amble over and say hello. If there was ever a man to take the mantle of esteemed master survivalist, it's Harry. His blog, Self Sufficient Mountain Living, should be required reading for all novice survivalist. I've personally known Harry for many years and trust me when I say he lives the life. If I ever need a foxhole companion, or a man to watch my six, I'll take Harry.

Then there's my friend, PioneerPreppy. His owns a farm filled with all things good and wonderful. He's witty, intelligent, and makes, I understand, the finest honey in the Midwest. He lives the agrarian lifestyle. He's such a nice guy he even allowed me to steal the following picture. Trust me, one visit and he'll become your new daily read.

Then there's, Jess. His sharp wit and dry sense of humor make for a fine read. While you're there take a close look at his fiction. Jess is good people.

If you live within the gun culture, have a deep appreciation of the Second Amendment, and a love of God and country then you need to bookmark my friend, Rev. Paul. Reverend Paul is my adopted spiritual guide. He writes wonderful prose of his home state of Alaska, his family, and of course, firearms. I believe him, special. Please, ride over and give him your attention and don't miss his Sunday morning notes or his fine header pictures. Never know, you might miss a sighting of a Moose in his yard.

This list wouldn't be complete without mention of one of my very best friends. This man is grumpy, loveable, wise, and far more intelligent than your average bear. He slurps down my coffee, is a fine engineer, rides a Harley, collects fine old firearms, and is a veteran of Desert Storm. His name is, Duke. We're personal friends and shooting partners so I can write anything about him and he'll agree because I've seen him climb from a sleeping bag and he knows I have pictures. (If you're interested send ten dollars cash or silver per copy.)

My only complaint with Duke is he doesn't write and post frequently enough for his fans. Please, check him out. 

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I'll see you tomorrow. Happy reading.

Stephen