I’d be a terrible prepper

I wouldn’t be a very good prepper. I admit I see some wisdom in being ready to survive if the entire world goes sideways, which seems more possible every day. But I just don’t think I have what it takes to prepare that way.

If the end of the world as we know it comes, I probably won’t last long. I do have the ability to live in the woods, hunt for my food, provide for my family, and stay hidden to some degree. I know how to survive in the cold, though I’ve never camped out in the snow for more than a couple of nights. If I had to spend the rest of my life deep in the backcountry with no modern conveniences, I might not make it through the first winter.

I know quite a few people who have caches of food, clothing, and other gear that will allow them to survive years, or even decades, if the things we take for granted today suddenly disappear. Some have secret hideaways, some have plans to go somewhere they can basically become invisible. But all of them have one thing in common — preparation.

And that’s where I’m a complete failure. I know it would be a good idea to have several thousand rounds of ammo socked away for each of my guns, if only so I’d be able to hunt for food. But every time I get a couple hundred rounds stocked up, I go out and use them.

And then there are the guns. Common wisdom is to have guns that use the same caliber ammo, so you don’t have to have a bunch of different kinds in those quantities. But I like variety. I have larger calibers for elk, medium calibers for deer, smaller ones yet for antelope, and a few different .22 varieties for plinking. I’d need an armory to store the ammo for those guns if I were to have a few thousand of each. And like I said, I’d never get there, because I’d get bored some Saturday and go shoot them all.

Oh, well, my lack of preparation will leave more for the people who do prep, and do it right.

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