I wasn’t planning to post this today, but an unusual set of circumstances led me to do it. Thanks to Google, I recently stumbled onto the Lone Iguana’s site. After leaving a comment on a post there, I was flattered when he contacted me and asked me if I’d write a guest post to say something about my survival preparations.
I submitted a piece, and it’s on his site now. But he chose to lop off the first half of what I wrote and gave it a different title to conform to his purposes. Of course, that’s his prerogative as editor. I want to share thoughts here you won’t see on his site because I don’t think I’ve addressed what follows in quite this way before.
This isn’t going to be the article you might expect because I’m not going to disclose much about my preparedness efforts, and I’ll tell you why.
Yesterday morning I saw a YouTube video from a guy who said he’d just been to the XYZ big box store to load up on various things. His camera panned his shelves of buckets and containers. I believe he intended to be helpful with his instructions, but it scared the heck out of me. Sure, I don’t know where he lives, and anonymity reigns on the Internet. But I felt uneasy.
Such videos are a dime a dozen on the Web, and so are blogs that tell all. And, yes, they all make me uneasy. Call me chicken or call me snooty. I like to think I’m cautious. Sorry Dear Reader, but there ain’t no way on God’s green Earth I’m going to tell you and the rest of the world everything I’ve got stashed, or what I don’t have stashed for that matter.
Why? Because, quite frankly, I don’t think it’s any of your business. Think that’s harsh? Maybe if you and I got better acquainted and knew to what extent we could trust each other, I’d tell you a few things. But we have to be more than casual acquaintances, and that doesn’t happen overnight. Honestly, I hope you’d feel the same toward me about this.
The truth is, my best friend doesn’t know everything I’ve got, and I don’t know what all he’s got. It’s a mutual understanding between us that this is a matter of discretion. Oh, sure, we know a lot about what the other has, but it’s not my job to inventory his house and property.
I’m from the old school. I’m a middle aged man from a rural background who’s been around for some time before the Internet, blogging, Twitter, ad nauseam. People today have no sense of what it means to keep things private.
For example, teens don’t have the sense to know how serious sexting is. Not until they’re fined or jailed will they get a clue.
But why fine or jail them? Everything else is out in the open, isn’t it? What’s the big deal?
Sorry, but I don’t operate that way.
Now, to loosen up and tell you just a little about my own prepping. I do have a couple of water filtration devices because water’s extremely important. We’ve got a little storage food set by, but not nearly enough. Can there ever be?
I’ve got a few other things I value for survival purposes—books and camping supplies, etc.—things I won’t detail here.
If a mouth breathing knuckle dragger comes down my driveway, he’ll be met with an unfriendly welcome, and that’s all I’ll say about that.
So if you’re disappointed in me for not disclosing all, I know it’s tough, but I’ll get over it. (Yes, you read that right–my lame attempt at brash humor.)
I write regularly about survival and prepping here, where some of it is based on my own experience and some is frankly intended to get you to buy things you need for your own prepping. But I don’t tell all.
An instructive account of events from the Old Testament comes to mind. King Hezekiah, king of
I’m a firm believer in the importance of having a survival mindset. Your best survival tool lies between your ears. Thankfully, nobody can ever know everything you’re equipped with up there.
My advice to you? Be a prepper for your own good. Keep your mouth shut and don’t use your keyboard to blab about what you’re doing. You’re sure to invite trouble one of these days if you spill your guts to the whole world…And don’t think they’re not watching.
The bottom line is, don’t tell all you know or show all you have. You’ve heard it said that discretion is the better part of valor. When it comes to preparing for survival, I believe discretion is the better part of keeping what you’ve got and staying alive.