Derelinquat me gehennam solus


PVC bow update

Just came back from my cousins place where we were doing some testing on the bow.   Admittedly, I made a couple of tweaks last night before all of this.  I realigned the tips so that the string sat centered on the grip, and I bumped the limbs forward just a tad.   It’s easy to make these adjustment when all you have to do is add a little heat.

Anywhoos, testing.   Draw wieght: 53# @ 28″  Arrow speed:154fps 154fps 149fps(X2) 153fps  all arrows weighed within 20 grains of 368 grains.(32″ carbon fiber spined 340, feather flecthings with a radical 3 degree helix, 100 grain field point)    Jokingly, we decided to do a paper test, where you shoot at a target behind a piece of paper to see how much the arrow is wagging and in what directions.  This is a tuning tool.   Two arrows, seperate shots, and both made bullet holes, no side tears in any direction.   We both were quite shocked!    (and this was with a bare finger release, no funky trigger releases)

Final analysis: This bow would be a contender in any contest of traditional archery.  Dio is giving himself a pat on the back and Oodles of Kudos to Nick Tomihama, the Backyard Bowyer for such detailed information out on the the webs.

So, there I was,, (2)

Been on the road a few weeks now, though I am not actually on a road, just following along one trying to stay outta sight.  The military has been a big presence of late, and I suspect drones as well but can’t say.  Can’t see how they are operating with the currency being shot to hell.  Then again, when you own the printing press, money is just a book keeping entry.  

So there  I was, still a couple hundred miles to go to get home.  Been living on what I can bring down with arrow and what little I can gather.  February is a crappy time for the hunter gatherer when you weren’t able to prepare for it.     It’s not like I wasn’t prepared, I just wasn’t prepared for becoming a refugee: well not a refugee for weeks on end.   My BOB had food for a 3000 calorie day for 7 days.  Mostly rice, sugary goods and basic proteins. I managed to stretch that  out almost three weeks by hunting, but cold weather burns far more than what I was fueling on.  Yup, plain ol’ boring rice sounds like a danged feast right now.  

At least I am losing my love handles.  

Well, another 300 plus miles and I will be home.  Just have to get around the troops, crazed bat-shit insane locals that are pissed off about the situation, druggies going through withdrawal, keep myself hid AND fed, and get across this damned lake in front of me.  Going around is no option (guessing adding another 1000 miles to already tired feet and half starved body) and the troops own the only bridge. Swimming is out; that water is damned cold in February and I won’t steal a boat.  Hmmmm?

Willow reeds, dead nettles for cordage, and a mylar blizzard bivvy bag make up my materials.  Ima gonna build a kayak.  Only has to last long enough to get across a quarter mile of open water  and keep me out of that water.  A paddle is going to need fashioned and that will be done by cutting a sapling and bending the ends upon themselves, them using some material and covering the ends. Not efficient, just expedient.  

Jus like the rest of this trip.  

Good thing the dog is home with dad, this wouldn’t work at all with the lummox.  

So, make the general shape with 4 or 5 willow withes about the size of your thumb, don’t exceed the length of your bag. Now tie them together at the ends really tightly.  Cover the loose ends with scraps of clothes or towel to keep them from ripping the mylar.  

Now take dozens of withes about the size of your little finger and about as tall as you are and loop them on themselves.  Take two of the heavier ones and put them about waist width apart in he center.  Tie the main withes to them spreading the main unit apart and open.  I try at this stage to make it more a broad ellipse than circular for stability; don’t want to go rolling this boat into nearly freezing water.  At this stage, the shape is nearly complete, use the remaining withes to firm it up.  Once everything is tied up and double checked, and anything that can poke is trimmed off, its time to put its skin on.  Slip the frame into the bivvy bag, being careful not to poke any holes in the skin.  Then tie the end close like you would a dry bag: tight knot, double up and tie off again.  Make sure you have enough cordage for the next part.  Find that center again and cut a hole in the mylar.  I just use a simple “x” cut and fold the ends down inside, then use my cordage to tie things in place.  Getting it in the water is the part where you must be cautious.  Any hole and you WILL be swimming. Find a log that juts out in the water, this is your pier.  Put BOB down inside, front or back as is your preference, then feet first to the rear, than knees in and you sit on your haunches. Keep you legs spread a tad to spread your weight around than grab that paddle and get moving.  Your feet and calves are gonna get cold so the faster you paddle the sooner you can get to dry land, stretch your legs out and get warm again.   Wind on the surface of the water is cold so make sure to dress warm on the top half as well.   Don’t use your real sleeping bag for insulation between you and the water, you may need this to warm up on the other side and it is likely to get wet even inside the boat.  Just suck it up and get moving.  

(We are NEVER helpless, we just have to use the one advantage Mama Nature endowed us with; our BRAIN! )

Frugal, practical, and still teachin’

Here I am, sittin on my lil porch, listen’n to helo’s and a dog scarfing away dinner.   The helo is a lifeline helo heading to some hospital other than our local one which can’t support any real emergencies.   (new normal?)  I spent most of today building a PVC bow with wooden siyahs and making a real bow string for it, continuous loop style.  I probably could have saved some money by buying dacron B50 but what I found was Spiderwire braided fishing line.   Rated at 65# breaking strength, its comparable to the dacron, especially since I have have to use more loops to get the string thickness right.  (Pics to follow monologue)

List of materials

Schd 80 PVC pipe 10′ (used 44″) $13.99

Spiderwire 65# 125yds (used apx 30yds for a 48″ string)$12(same string at the bow shop would cost me $15)

Siyahs- From my wood pile $0

String silencers- Original cost was $7 for the 250yd of wool yarn   No friggin idea how much is left but there are silencers on alll my bows now and i still have ooddles of yarn remainhing.

The grip is covered in hemp twine and held in place with Titebond III for waterproofing and those are both from my preps so I can’t include a cost as I have no idea how much I paid then.   Hemp is cheap, though titebond is not but what you can do with them is pretty much like having a swiss army knife for repairs and other things. (note: the bow is unstrung in the pic, Being a deflex, the limbs point away from the shooter when unstrung.  When strung, the bow takes on the classic “cupid” bow shape)

and that gets me into the knife aspect.   That knife in the pic is a Mora.   China turned me onto these almost three years ago (gah! Time sure does fly by!)  These things are hair poppin sharp from the factory, inexpensive as hell and just damned useful.   I know there are guys out there that have to have the latest and greatest pig sticker, but I have to say, from a homestead view, those pig stickers are boat anchors.   May be good in hand to hand knife fight, but try and use one for carving out a siyah, or cleaning a fish, or gutting a deer, castrating a hog, carving a toothpick, or cleaning your nails.  Hah! Never gonna happen.  

I do modify my Mora’s just a tad but for the most part, they are the same as the day I bought them.  (I have 4 now since I found a local supplier.  Cheaper to buy from them than order on line and pay shipping.) (FYI, I prefer the Carbon Steel blades, but have one of the stainless.  I can honestly say, I have never had a stainless blade hold an edge the way this one does.  Get what you can afford or find, You won’t be dissappointed.)  The mods are as follows.  I use heat to reshape the top of the plastic sheath that they come in.  I fold it back on itself then fold it along the main body where the knife resides.  That way I can slip my belt through there and have a higher riding knife.   I like the handle of the knife to be above my belt.  (its a personal preference, you may like theway they come as is.)  The other mod is to use a stone on the back edge of the blade to make it like a scraper.   All you have to do is grind the rough back smooth and at 90 degrees to the sides of the blade.   It makes smoothing up what you have carved on so much nicer and keeps you from using the sharp edge for that.   I will say that these blades give regular sharpening stones, fits.   I use diamond and ceramics to keep the edges and I have a strop for the final touch.  Worksharp makes a really nice unit with two diamond plates (rough and fine) with a couple of ceramic rods and a leather strop on the sides.   There is also a broadhead wrench built into the body underneath the plates that comes in handy for me.  I think I paid $35 for mine,  Look around at the shooting/hunting stores, You may find one.  Small enough to slip in jacket pocket and good enough for most all sharpening needs short of chainsaws.  (different animal, different needs)

The reason I mention the mods I make to my Mora’s is in the last pic of the siyahs.  The one on the right was cut out by saw, then shaped with a bench sander.  The one on the left was carved by hand (my hand) and scraped smooth using the backside of the blade.(the nock points were carved in both using the mora, sharp means you can cut across grain easily.   ) I chose to carve it as I feel I have more control of the blade than I  do of the machines.  And I wanted this thing “right” the first time.  (The wood is maple from my woodpile, I split a chunk to use for this.)  I could never have done this using my Kabar and its sharp enough, just too damned big for detail, (unless you are doing exploratory surgery on a bad guy)   Yup, For everyday use, the Mora is the way to go, and easily able to slipped into a budget.  To be honest, I would rather buy 10 Mora’s and save some money, than throw down for some of the Tacticool stuff I see for sale.

Ok, question for ya all.   I last posted a little bit of fiction trying to teach something.   I got a few responses, all good, but I was wondering if maybe, just maybe, I should keep writing little works like that and try to show different ways of being prepared?  I have some ideas floating around in the space where my grey matter should reside, and they want out (and my brain wants back in  :-P )   But I don’t want just the usual suspects to partake.  You need to spread the links around.   I don’t want to sound narcisistic, but if I am going to play with this, I need feedback, and from more than just friends.   (I know my stats are down, and that doesn’t really bother me as I am not posting like I was 2 or 3 years ago.  And to be honest, I have tossed near 100% of my writings of late because I am just repeating myself in them. It does little good to point out the falacies, when the persons that need to see them won’t read or listen.  And we in the choir already know the tune.)   Ok, enough of the Bleg, on to the pics  (lets see what I can get uploaded this round.)

So there I was,,,,

Out on the road again doing little Gospel plays for Marv again, trying to build up a nest egg to finish the homestead up.  Further preps you could say.   

Blam, the BRICS hit us broadside (well only if you hadn’t been paying attention) and the dollar plummited to less than currency in Zimbabue overnight.   At least the cast members have family or distant relations in the town we were in.  Most of ’em anyway.   Not so much me or my late lighting guy:  Funny how being white of skin can be so detrimental to your health when toilet paper becomes more valuable than the cash in your pocket.

SO, here I am, 1100 miles from home, basic bugout bag (hard to get some of that stuff through airport terminals so it was left behind) and white enough to stick out like a neon sign in a road house in the desert.  Least to say, I move at night a lot.

But weapons??  What does a body do when firearms dissappear as soon as the body hits the ground and you aren’t exactly armed to the teeth?   A Mora knife, and a Gerber Multi-tool aren’t exactly formidable weapons (The Mora is quite lethal upclose and personal, but I like a bit of distance in self defense)

Here is where things get ‘Interesting’   


That little beauty is made from a section of 3/4″ PVC pipe, and some Paracord (you do carry paracord in you preps, right?)    I heated the pipe over the coals of a campfire one night after I found the pipe at an old construction site.  Once the pipe was soft enough to bend under finger pressure, I flattened the ends from center out using a couple peices of 2×4.  After cooling for a few minutes, I started heating small sections and applying bends using  my thigh (covered in a towel) and a wet rag to speed the cooling process.   I chose the horsebow as my end product since they are very compact and powerful, and I only had a 5′ section of pipe to work with.   

Arrows I made from some old river cane that were pretty dry already and some hardwood twigs to support the nock and whatever I could find for a point.  Broken glass works well for knapping quite similar to  flint but much more fragile.   I “glued” all of the parts together by melting old soda bottles  in an old soup can and dipping the parts in the melt before assembling them.  Fletching is just a split feather tied on using paracord guts and more melted plastic to fix the ends. 

Smoothing the shafts was the hardest part really as the lumpy sections of cane can really rip hell out of your hand shooting off the knuckle.   I started by trimming those parts down with the mora, then using the back edge to bring them near finished.  I then found a chunk of sandstone and proceeded to get into a zen like state smoothing out 6 decent shafts.   The rest I already described.

Shooting the bow came as a bit of a shock.   I had read about the practice, but reading and doing are two completely different things.   This little bow pulls somewhere in the neighborhood  of 55-70# @28″  My shoulder is telling me all about it .   The heavier of the six shafts fly almost as well as my old Carbons do from my Store bought unit at home.   And that knapped glass broadhead leaves a wiicked wound in animals.   I haven’t had to track down a wounded animal for very far; they bleed out pretty quickly.

For field-expedient, I am VERY impressed, and given my druthers, I think, If’n I survive gettting home, that I will have to make another one with a slightly longer draw  and keep the old store bought one for teaching others how to shoot.  

Back to getting back home, take care!

(This little piece of fiction inspired by Youtube videos by  Backyardbowyer and many others.    I just had to experiment and am blown away by the fact that something so ubiquitous as PVC can be made so VERY useful in a less than optimal Urban survival setting.   Yes, the bow does pull somewhere north of 55#  and easily punches arrows THROUGH my target out to 30 yards.   I would have to purchase some testing equipment to give accurate measurements, but this $3 peice of pipe easily outperforms my $200 bow.)

Teaser, more later

As you can see, I’ ve been a busy lil bee.  And even have good water pressure.

More later with better details .

Just lurkin’ n wonderin’

Been a hella two weeks of ol’ man Winter here. Found that the transfer case in Lazarus is defunct, and due to that have not been able to drive to my house since all the snow piled on us. Been using my dad’s 4 wheeler to get up and down the hill here to get to my transporter; Let me tell you, that sucks at zero dark thirty when the temp is single digits of the negative sort. Laz also decided this week that 365K miles was enough for the powersteering pump and that took a shit as well. If’n it ain’t one thing, it WILL be another. Good news though, water is back in the tank, new valve in place, and trenching is going quite well. The wet has made the clay we call dirt in these parts malleable enough to dig and finding all the newly grown rocks much easier to find, as well as removable without a jack-hammer. Tree roots are still a pain the ass, but that is just one of those things a body can’t get around. Still lots of digging in my future and I am hopin’ that I can get the lions share of it done before the ground drys out and that clay turns back into psuedo-stone. At least as far up the line to where we decided a backhoe was in order. (Heh, only about 200′ of digging, ¡No problema!)
The lurking and wondering part of my monologue here is in response to some recent goings-on at another blog site. I read the posts, I read the comments (at least the ones that are not complete mindless droll, seething through the teeth, rending of flesh stupidity.) and I have to wonder about the future.
I, and many others that I still converse with, are not making plans for revolution, or insurrection, or forming squads to take the townhall, or any of that other shit. WE are working on the only things within our control and that is our immediate world, within our grasp and within our means. We are attempting to rebuild before there is a collapse and trying to make something livable in the here and now. The mess is going to collapse, there is no doubt about that, the real question remains though, is it going to collapse so fast that the ball bounces, or is it going to go meekly out the door and the new ‘leaders’ (same as the old leaders) roll out a manifesto that the 51% accept blithely? My thoughts on it are the latter. Things should have gone under several times over the last 10 years or so. TPTwB continue to find ways of propping it up to keep the corpse looking fresh and lively. (weekend at Bernies anyone?) In addition, there is the imminent threat of world war on the horizon if certain parties continue thrashing about in ignorance of historical precedence. Leaving the religious shades out of things, this whole tapestry resembles the precursor for WWI, with the addition of Nuclear weapons as a potential main dish. Look at the posturing and end moves taking place upon that hill in the District of Criminals with the head of Isreal and our current pResident. No matter what happens “here” in CONUS, if Iran gets uppity, Bibi is going to make a new glass ashtray in the desert.

Can’t we all just get along?

Yes and a resounding, NO. We can all get along just fine if the doofuses in charge could understand the simple thinking of ” My sand box, my toys, YOUR sand box, your toys!” As long as the parties agree to play nice, there is peace. When one wants to take the toys from the others sandbox as their own, or limit the amount of toys that the other has, THERE AIN’T GONNA BE NO DAMNED PEACE! (grammatically incorrect, but ya get the point.) The other aside to that is that you can’t restrict whom gets to play with whom either. If Putin wants to play in the Ukraine with those boys, it is NOT the US’ business and to butt our noses in is just asking for said nose to get punched. (Barry of the mom jeans, Keep that in mind. You ain’t no bully, but you are bully bait with your effeminate ways.)
Ok, my thoughts, unasked for and probably dismissed out of hand by most. We are already past the point of no return in collapse of what was. The building of what will be is already in well into final approach and what will be, the majority of this country will welcome with open arms. The rest of us will either knuckle under, be erased, or re-educated as such in power see fit. Of course, that assumes that we don’t go down in a blaze of horror, or that we don’t just ship borders before things get too hot. There may even be a few that find a lone sailboat and head over the horizon for calmer waters but I think that may be a false hope unless certain efforts were made last weeknow.
In summary, I don’t think there is much hope that we will see a ‘new’ beginning of America, but the gradual and steady decline into a North American Union (read socialist republic) from Panama to the Arctic Circle. I could easily see Alaska seceding and joining back with Russia, just to keep the peace. I can see Hawaii slipping back into the hands of either Japan (unlikely) or China. There is no way they could hold their own as they are pretty strictly a tourist economy.(or supported by .mil )
By my own words, I am probably one of those that will get waxed early on. I am not famous enough or in the lime light enough to be granted certain immunities. (as in, I’s a nobody with a loud mouth.) So why do I continue at what I do, instead of shooting for the big kahuna of the next revolution? Because I know that I can make efforts to continue the belief in true freedom, far more so than trying to tackle that bear of tyranny. I won’t say I won’t fight, but I won’t go looking for one either. I know the ones that are itching for a fight are going to to be used venomously by the state media as examples for the 51%. It doesn’t matter if you have the moral high ground either: those persons will be painted with a broad brush of every malignant vice that the Media can come up with and even if you survive the first round, your character will not survive the media circus leading up to your trial (which will be decided weeks before you actually see a lawyer or judge.) No thank you. I will do what I can, where I am, and have the ability to boot-scoot if need be. I can build what I need anywhere. I think that alone scares the jiggers out of TPTwB far more than some guy in camo and an AR blogging about revolution. (on the same thought, the recent ammo ban? Sorry, but if you can’t see yourself getting set up for a sucker punch, I can’t help you. That whole ban is set up to get someone, or some group to jump the shark. All in the game plan and they need that move to open up the rest of the plan. Don’t be ‘that guy’.)

Enough about what is inevitable though. We didn’t light this fire, it was started long before even my Dad was born. This, whatever, is coming like a freight train out of control and when it gets here, its going to be stealthy and quiet and we will wake up and wonder,,,,,,,,,,
Go Galt, NOW while you still can is all the advice I have.


is for the damned bears. It sucks when your thoughts grow further than “Berries, roots, get laid, Sleepzzzzz” (not to say that they don’t include those, I am male after all and while not hormone laden and in rut, T’ain’t ded yet either.)
Long story short, Ol’ man winter is really kickin’ ass around these parts. This is my second day off work due to being unable to traverse my drive off the hill. We had a “bit” of snow yesterday while at work and that piled on the frozen stuff on the hill and by the time I came home, slicker than snot! Lazarus is stuck, the temps dropped over night to sub-zero and what was ‘stuck’ is now frozen beyond recovery until the rains (if the weather man is right) tomorrow. Tonight is supposed to get down into a balmy north of the arctic circle -17 so I ain’t even gonna try to get out until that goes its merry way. I’ll just stay at home, keep the fire burnin’ and hibernate for awhile. But that doesn’t keep the mind from churnin’ away at things.
I could provide links to many of the things I am reading while down, but to be honest, it just gets to the point where a body is just chasing ghosts with all the information we have available. I love the internet, and hate it at the same time. Un-regulated, it provides oodles of information and good learning (so long as you are smart enough to realize that there is also a 90% BS factor in almost any web crawl.) and yet, I see that there are parties in favor going all regulatory on it.
Fine. Have at you interloping fucks. Ruin a good thing like you have ruined so many other good things. Keep it up and that habit will lead you to get your ass hung from a lamp-post somewhere.
But hey, thats just a pipedream on my behalf, right? Ain’t no group going to step off the porch until the stuporbowl is no more, the cheetos are gone and the beer is all skunked and flat. Then they might wake up and wonder “WTF? Where’d the good times go?”
Welcome to the party pal! Hey, I don’t care about any of that shit do I? I don’t really drink, I hate cheetos, and I have only watched the stuporbowl twice (and watched the bengals get their asses stomped by SanFran BOTH TIMES and in THE SAME WAY, stupid fuckers. )(give you an idea how long ago THAT was? LOL)
Well, it’s damned cold outside, that I can say with no hesitation. Its not cold in my hovel, again, no hesitation. In fact, I have had to crack the door and vents on occasion as it was uncomfortably warm. Even Voo, with his Texas fur decided that the snow was more comfortable than the Death Valley heat that daddy had in the house.(but not for very long each time. he cools off QUICK) I have food and more than enough to last me through this snap, I have coffee, and clean dry clothes, and enough space near the stove to dry out what gets wet while outside, including boots. I ain’t hurtin’ but damned if I ain’t bored outta my skull.
Which brings me to another prep, and one I have slipped on, obviously. Mind games or card games for one. Company for the other. Remember the rule of threes? There is one rule of three that many people leave out. 3 minutes w/o air, 3 days w/o water, 3 weeks w/o food, and 3 months without companionship. That last is entirely dependent on a persons mental state, but some form of companionship is essential for the long term, and some way of exercising the mind without getting into a mental loop is CRITICAL.
In my case, Dog was good enough for the companion aspect, especially with the way the mutt listens to me. Unfortunately, cabin fever is not friendly to either of us. He just wants to sleep when he is in, and gets frustrated at how slow I am walking in this frozen shit. (He has four wheel drive while I am a big lumbering hulk on a pair of stilts. I sink!) Least to say, walkies are a test of frustration for the both of us in this weather, and the rat bastard likes to nip to get me movin’. Pass I say.
I think I just need to dig out a good Heinlein book and ‘escape’ for the rest of the day.
Flame at will, or comment in general, don’t like talking to the walls of this blog.


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