Punjii Sticks to Defend Homestead!

i'm in 2 minds about TEOTWAWKI, you can probably find me on some old forums saying "bring it on", not that I want it, i'm just not afraid of it happening, I have prepared for it, I have planned for it, I have lived it to a certain extent in the past, off grid growing and shooting my own food, bathing in rivers, and pooing in a hole in the ground, so it dosent hold any nightmares for me, i'm a bit of a hermit and a lone wolf and don't much care what happens to the rest of humanity, just my upbringing and my lifetimes experience of other people. most people don't care for my straight talking, it offends their snowflake sensibilities, which is their problem not mine.

The majority of people in the UK who call themselves preppers are NOT preparing for TEOTWAWKI, they are preparing for short term events-VERY short term, then its back to things as normal, but what if it never gets back to normal? what if the new "normal" is nothing like what went before? a prepper friend of mine reckons we are both "dinosaurs", my wife says i'm not a prepper-i'm a survivalist because i'm always thinking long term i.e. TEOTWAWKI.
i'm not concerned about short term events, like many here I expect I have been through short term events and out the other side-many times over, no, i'm planning for societal collapse and what comes after, not some trade union protest strike, or a minor power cut or some transport difficulty.

My parents went through the great depression but were country folks
that only went to a store for basics like salt, pepper, other spices if they
used them, and such.
Both grandmothers could cook quite well, mend clothes, even make some
clothes.
They felt the money pinch I'm sure but sure but didn't miss any meals.
Gramps, mothers dad, had over 200 acres and even minded lime and
sold it.
I can recall (barely) being about 5 years old and gramps teaching me to
milk the dairy cows.
My dad even had a ceramic butter churn and made some cheese.
Cottage cheese I think.
Butter also of course.
Goat cheese was good but I didn't like goat milk on bit.

" snowflake sensibilities, which is their problem not mine. "

"snowflakes" are clueless.
When I was a police officer I saw so many things that should never happen to
anyone that happened anyway.
A 64 year old grandmother that gets raped at 3 a.m. working in a one person
gas station.
She was just trying to make some extra money for her grand kids for
Christmas presents.
A clerk in a stop and rob store got shot in the mouth by a robber.
She lived but required many facial reconstruction surgeries.
The kid that committed suicide by shotgun.
Apparently he was going to put the s.g. barrel under his chin but it went off
not quite under his chin and blew his face and forehead off.
When he hit the floor his brain slid across the floor.
That was ugly.
That a way too much more.

jeager said:

My parents went through the great depression but were country folks
that only went to a store for basics like salt, pepper, other spices if they
used them, and such.
Both grandmothers could cook quite well, mend clothes, even make some
clothes.
They felt the money pinch I'm sure but sure but didn't miss any meals.
Gramps, mothers dad, had over 200 acres and even minded lime and
sold it.
I can recall (barely) being about 5 years old and gramps teaching me to
milk the dairy cows.
My dad even had a ceramic butter churn and made some cheese.
Cottage cheese I think.
Butter also of course.
Goat cheese was good but I didn't like goat milk on bit.

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Goat cheese is good, goat milk was one of my childhood staples though not by choice, in some cases mom would mix either condensed milk or regular milk depending on availability. Mom made a lot of qatiq out of goats milk for various recipes. Dad loved buttermilk so goats milk was fine with him though I never developed an admiration for it.

my parents went through WW2 as did wife's parents, then the cold war when they all thought there was going to be a nuclear war with Russia.
growing up we always had a larder and never ran out of stuff, couldn't afford to, no supermarkets back then.
even when I was divorced and living alone I made sure I never ran out of food, ran out of money sometimes but never food!!

Dad went over on Utah beach on D day + 3.
Armor, light tank.
A crew of 4 and a little 37 mm cannon + a .30 in the turret and a .50
on top.
He was in 5 light tanks knocked out by German tanks or artillery.
Wounded several times, he hated the army.
He didn't even know the U.S. was at war with Germany.
He lived in the hills of W.Va. no t-v, no radio, no newspaper.
That was common back then.
I have what few medals he accepted.
I still have his discharge papers.
It only says "drove light tank in Europe for 7 months".
Dad was trapped when the German armor broke out during what became the
"battle of the bulge". When his tank ran out of gas he and the crew crawled back to friendly
lines at night.
I missed 'Nam. Tried to join the Air Force, Navy, Coast Guard, but they
weren't accepting anyone.
I'm still waiting to get drafted. :>)
So I joined the police force and was injured "in the line" 13 friggin'
times.
Back broken 4 X, both hands broken, 3 concussions, and poisoned
in an industrial fire that was illegally making agent orange.
We didn't know that at the time.
That came out 2 years after the fire.
I still have zero feeling in parts of my right leg. Nerve damage.

http://www.militaryfactory.com/armor/detail.asp?armor_id=36

Similar to this one.^^^

I hunt deer with this one.
http://www.3riversarchery.com/samick-sage-takedown-recurve-bow.html

I still suffer from p.t.s.d. d.s.
The "d.s" means delayed syndrome.
I react badly to unexpected loud noises.
Why I don't carry a weapon any longer.
You can bet there is one handy though.