Shadows Of Sanity And Survival (Old Preppers Die Hard Book 3) by Ron Foster Page B

than meandering
    •            Early seclusion of bees within the hive
    •            Unusual abundance of acorns
    •            Muskrats burrowing holes high on the river bank
    •            “See how high the hornet’s nest, ‘twill tell how high the snow will rest”
    •            Narrow orange band in the middle of the Woollybear caterpillar warns of heavy snow; fat and fuzzy caterpillars presage bitter cold
    •            The squirrel gathers nuts early to fortify against a hard winter
    •            Frequent halos or rings around sun or moon forecast numerous snow falls.
     
    “I have been thinking on the situation that we are in boys and we might need to be considering taking in boarders of a sort. Actually it’s more akin to garrisoning the fort or staffing the guard shack if you want to look at it that way. Whoever comes to stay with us will of course need food and we don’t have the extra stores to support them. It would be a last ditch effort thing mind you if we have to hole up with basically strangers and gather in the country side you might say to make a stand. It’s doubtful it will get down to all of that but I am not so sure I can dismiss the notion so easily or entirely. Either way, we need us some help around here and bringing in a few folks or families to help get us a better agricultural existence and defense going makes sense to me. Also being able to quickly set up a trap line close to home is becoming a necessity. See young bucks, normally you would set a trap line in hope of getting furs etc. in winter for trade or sale in spring in normal times, well that market is pretty much dead and unnecessary anymore. We eat what we catch so we need less worry about money or clothing and besides there is no market. I have been able to provide with your help pretty much what we need so far around here but we got to look at a bigger picture. In Africa, you have professional hunters people depend on that bring in “Bush meat” for trade to villages and such, here we have been lucky enough to trade for foraged canned goods occasionally and to get other things we need or want but this will be the first hard winter and folks will be dying like flies that made it so far. The need for community hunters and trappers will be at a all time high if we are going to try to help reconstruct this little bit of civilization we got around us.” Farley said not much liking the idea of trying to interact with folks who by now had pretty much become reclusive and didn’t take kindly to any strangers but like the song Bob Dylan wrote “ The Times They Are A-Changin” once again. He had that old song on the Mp player he traded Dump for the Aero rifle and reminisced moment thinking on the words.
     
    Nowadays outlying cabins and houses of survivors needed to band together to fight a common threat just like when we had our Indian wars settling this country and Farley figured that their little military vacation resort was the closest thing to something that could be turned into a fort he could think of. His self reliant and hermit-ish ways railed against the notion but he didn’t see very many alternatives. He couldn’t help but think about though, that the refuge they had all been enjoying to themselves for these many months would end up being its own kind of hell with sick, cold and likely diseased people milling around and arguing over the few scraps of food available while waiting on some unknown terror to possibly attack them for whatever possible reasons. “Got to be something better to do than that, but what?” he considered.
     
    “We already got a dozen or so of those portable snare triggers you taught us how to build we can add to your trap line.” Jeremy stated.
     

     
     
     
     

    “That’s good, lots of uses for those and good to have in reserve. Make some more for me if you would when you get time and I will trade you some of your