We live on Long Island, and when we found out that we were directly in the path of hurricane Irene, we decided to start making preparations.
Every member of my family (my wife, my 9 year old boy, my 11 month old daughter and myself) had a backpack with essentials (well my daughter had a diaper bag
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We each had a flashlight, several fully charged Li ion cells, bandana, whistle, lighter, and other related stuff, and of course a knife.
I had my Kabar and my Kershaw Ram, my wife had my Kershaw skyline and CRKT Mo' skeeter.
In case I got separated from my bag, I had a lighter, flashlight, bandana, and obviously my little peanut
There was a lot to do. We live on the top floor of a house, and careful planning revealed that there was nowhere in the house that wasn't in direct view of a window. There is also a large tree poised above our bedroom.
My wife manages a drugstore owned by a great guy. We asked for and received his permission to hole up there instead.
We traded our tenuous apartment for a huge concrete bunker with steel shutters over the windows and plenty of areas of retreat and escape routes.
Leaving home meant a lot of work and planning. I needed a knife more times than I can remember, but I never had to delve into a bag to get one- my peanut was always there in my pocket.
It cut through rope, string, food, cardboard boxes (to make temporary beds) trimmed the bases of candles, you name it.
I even whittled a piece of wood to make a device to operate the shutters in case of fire.
As it turned out, Irene lost most of her fury by the time she reached us. We had a whale of a time camping in the drugstore, playing board games, and listening to the wind howling outside.
When we made our way back home the next day, there were tree limbs everywhere, but no major damage.
One of our trees had a branch hanging off, and I finished the job with my peanut
I had plenty of knives on me throughout the whole thing, but never needed to touch them.
My peanut is now blunt as a butterknife and has some scratches on the blade, but I'm going to give the little fellow the spa treatment right now, it's certainly earned it...
Incidentally, I was so proud of my 9 year old kid.
We told him to gather stuff together for entertainment. He got books, video games, and board games and put them in his backpack.
I also noticed that he had slipped his Case yellow CV peanut in there too. He was given the knife by a forum member and cherishes it.
Every member of my family (my wife, my 9 year old boy, my 11 month old daughter and myself) had a backpack with essentials (well my daughter had a diaper bag
We each had a flashlight, several fully charged Li ion cells, bandana, whistle, lighter, and other related stuff, and of course a knife.
I had my Kabar and my Kershaw Ram, my wife had my Kershaw skyline and CRKT Mo' skeeter.
In case I got separated from my bag, I had a lighter, flashlight, bandana, and obviously my little peanut
There was a lot to do. We live on the top floor of a house, and careful planning revealed that there was nowhere in the house that wasn't in direct view of a window. There is also a large tree poised above our bedroom.
My wife manages a drugstore owned by a great guy. We asked for and received his permission to hole up there instead.
We traded our tenuous apartment for a huge concrete bunker with steel shutters over the windows and plenty of areas of retreat and escape routes.
Leaving home meant a lot of work and planning. I needed a knife more times than I can remember, but I never had to delve into a bag to get one- my peanut was always there in my pocket.
It cut through rope, string, food, cardboard boxes (to make temporary beds) trimmed the bases of candles, you name it.
I even whittled a piece of wood to make a device to operate the shutters in case of fire.
As it turned out, Irene lost most of her fury by the time she reached us. We had a whale of a time camping in the drugstore, playing board games, and listening to the wind howling outside.
When we made our way back home the next day, there were tree limbs everywhere, but no major damage.
One of our trees had a branch hanging off, and I finished the job with my peanut
I had plenty of knives on me throughout the whole thing, but never needed to touch them.
My peanut is now blunt as a butterknife and has some scratches on the blade, but I'm going to give the little fellow the spa treatment right now, it's certainly earned it...
Incidentally, I was so proud of my 9 year old kid.
We told him to gather stuff together for entertainment. He got books, video games, and board games and put them in his backpack.
I also noticed that he had slipped his Case yellow CV peanut in there too. He was given the knife by a forum member and cherishes it.
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