Some Possibly Useful Survival information

[Mistwalker]

2020 is being insane...and mad Max was set in 2021...none of us knows what the future may bring, so I thought I'd share this here for friends who never venture into the W&SS section.

This one is a little graphic, but not really all that bloody. It doesn't have any Fiddleback content in the few pics because I was teaching a survival class to friends who work at our local WMA when the opportunity arose. So I was using a larger field knife at the time, and the only Fiddleback I had with me was the Babyboot in my pocket. I really didn't have enough time to go for the shard approach to big game meat salvaging. There are multiple reasons I only salvaged as much as I did, those are given in a reply.

https://www.bladeforums.com/threads...eat-from-large-game-somewhat-graphic.1759239/


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[Fiddleback]

Neato. I've never seen deer butchered that way.

 

[Mistwalker]

Neato. I've never seen deer butchered that way.

It's not something I've done a lot of, and haven't done but one other time since the first times in the fall and winter of 1973-74. When I was 8 and family members who had survived the depression were teaching me a thing or two about staying alive. They've all been dead for years so I can't get them any trouble by telling the story now.

It was immediately following my parent's divorce. Dad and I had moved in with my grandfather, grandmother, two aunts, and four uncles (from grandpas second wife and two of my uncles were from her previous marriage) for the winter while Dad had taken some time off from work in Tennessee while they were sorting the new Tampa facility he would be running. It was south Alabama in the early 70s. There was already very little economy before the recession, and things were getting bad. Grandpa had turned his entire yard into a garden and they had done a lot of canning, we just wanted meat to go with it for the winter. The woods were sort of dangerous during the day, lots of people shooting at anything that moved it seemed, so they opted for night hunting with a spotlight. Twice the deer ended up being gut shot and ran. By the time we found them, we would just salvage what meat we could. But then we also took the neck and the back straps, because there was more than one of us and we had lights water and a cooler.

One of the odd parts about this time to me was that this deer was given to me on Saturday November 7th. The day things started looking even more surreal than they were already looking, and also my Dad's birthday. It was as if Dad was up there saying "you're out of practice, and you need to get back in shape." , and with the reasons he started teaching me survival in the first place, and the reasons behind why he pushed me so hard at it from ages 8 through 13, that was a bit of an eerie thought that made the hairs stand up on the back of my neck, but I still found it encouraging.