August 2 of the first year of the rest of my life. So here goes. I’m really going to do this journal.
Just to prove to myself that I can, and to document, in a practical manner, what I’ve learned over the years. And how
I am going about the plan I came up with when I was in the hospital.
I suppose, though
this journal is for me, it might be of interest to my off-spring, if ever I have any, so a few facts prior to today.
I just turned 23 on July 21st. It was the same day I got out of the hospital. Which is a story in and of itself
that I don’t plan to go into. I don’t know too much of it myself, since I was unconscious during much of it. The
doctors tell me that I may or may not regain my memory of the event. Suffice it to say that I almost died, but didn’t.
But my father and mother did. Whatever it was that happened, a big corporation was involved.
didn’t want the legal hassles of a lawsuit and all the media attention, so they offered me a settlement as soon as I
regained consciousness. At least that is why I think they offered the settlement. Their rep said it was because it “Was
the right thing to do, under the circumstances.” I had to sign a non-disclosure statement. They are that worried about
The first portion of the settlement was deposited directly to my bank
account today, as I had requested. I know that only because I stopped in at my bank and asked about it this afternoon, just
to be sure the corporate rep hadn’t lied to me.
So Woo-hoo! I’m almost rich!
Not that I was poor before. I was an up and coming young man with a bright future ahead, from an upper middle class family.
Which I didn’t have any more. Part of the settlement was for the loss of my parents, our cars, and our property.
I’d had enough cash in my pocket, plus a couple of credit cards, so I was able to rent a place to stay
and get some clothing. And that’s pretty much it for the past. Except.
this guy in the hospital after I came to… He and his family were survivalists, though they used the term preppers. I
tried not to eavesdrop, but they thought I was still comatose and talked freely among themselves when they visited the old
man. All about how their prep plans were coming along and for him not to worry about things. That was one of the things preps
were for. Times of medical emergencies.
So I got a free education on preparedness those
weeks we shared a room. I even learned a few things when they discovered I was no longer comatose. Not from the family, but
from the old man. He was on some pain medication that left him a little loopy at times. I’m sure he wouldn’t have
told me as much as he did, were it not for being under the influence of the medication.
the two events changed my life. For the better, I hope. So back to the now.
2. I replaced the laptop I lost in the accident. Actually, I got two. Both have Halliburton Zero aluminum protective cases.
One is going into storage and the other is for use. And I got lots of high capacity pen drives so I can keep data backed up.
The residential hotel where I’m staying has good high-speed internet, so I spent most of the day doing research on survival
and preparedness. I think it is my new major hobby and way of life.
August 5. Not
a bunch to say about the last few days. I still get tired really quickly, even just working on the computer. But I have the
plan that I had in my head in the hospital on the computer now. Word documents and Excel spreadsheets.
Let’s see… What else? Oh. Found a real estate brokerage firm willing to go that extra mile for
me. I’m looking for a nice piece of property suitable for a self-sufficient estate. I don’t care if it is close
to public utilities. It will be off-grid, even if utilities are available.
shooting for the first time in my life. Thankfully, the guy at the shooting range was patient with me. He let me try several
different firearms. I’m still debating on what to get for protection for the future. Decisions, decisions, decisions.
August 7. Got a call from the real estate agent. She found something she thinks fits
the requirements I asked for. I’m anxious, to say the least, to go take a look at it. Tomorrow.
August 8. What a disappointment. It’s not that she didn’t try. She just really didn’t understand.
I suppose my list of requirements are somewhat unusual. She said she would keep trying.
9. Not too much doing today. Began watching the news as a part of my beginning preps. It’s a little depressing. But
educational. No wonder people prepare.
August 10. Went back to the shooting range.
Wallace had a couple more guns for me to try. He’s working up a couple of package deals for me. I haven’t told
him yet that I will be buying for a group yet. Of course, I’m still working on those plans.
August 15. Not much going the last few days. Feeling kind of poorly. Coming off the medications I’ve
been on. I think it’s withdrawal symptoms. The doc said there might be some. No word from Arlene about property, or
from Wallace about his personal gun package. Life goes on.
August 20. Been busy the
last few days! What a change. Everything happened at once. I guess that’s another reason to be prepared. First, Arlene
called again. She wasn’t as openly enthusiastic this time, having been so off the mark the first time. But she did a
good job, taking my specifications to heart.
From what she told me, she made a bunch
of calls all around the areas that I’d specified would be acceptable locations for the self-sufficient farm and ranch
I intend to create, being very careful to convey my wants for the property. She gave me the contact information and I picked
up a flight to St. Louis, rented an SUV, my first, and headed south on I-55. A couple hours later and I was in Cape Girardeau
meeting with Harry Houdini. Yep. Harry Houdini. He made it clear he wasn’t related to the famous one.
He took me out to the property in question. “Wow!” was all I could say when I saw it. Not the
house and few buildings of the existing farm. It was the sight of all that productive land, covered with crops. Field after
field of crops. Of course I wanted the farm for preps, but I didn’t realize I had farmer blood in me. The thought of
providing food for people, besides myself, suddenly became a major part of the goal.
drove me around, explaining that the owners of the property had no children and wanted the property to go to an individual
that would work the land and not just turn it over to a corporate farming operation. I could sympathize already with their
wishes. Even though much of the current farm production was commercial crops, and I intend to do truck farming, it was still
a rather stirring sight.
We went to the old farmhouse, set up on one of the higher hillocks
of the rolling ground and met with the owners. Neither of them looked well. I wondered at the time if they were just holding
out until they could sell the property.
Over coffee and home made banana nut bread the
three of us discussed things, Harry keeping out of the discussion. I made it clear that I would probably raze the old house
and out buildings and build new.
I could tell it disappointed them some. When I mentioned
the fact that I planned to set aside two areas of the cropland, one for horse and oxen farming, and one for small tractor
farming using all pull type equipment, they perked up.
“You won’t make much
money that way,” the old man said.
I made it clear that I would farm the bulk of
the acreage with modern farming principles in mind. That made both of them happy. A bit more dickering and we settled on a
price and closure date. I gave them plenty of time to get packed and moved, knowing it would be a slow process for them.
I guess I should record the one bad thing about the deal. Apparently the farmer currently leasing the land
from the couple considered it his. He’d made a lowball offer and wasn’t going to be happy with me getting the
property and farming it on my own. I would be starting out with an enemy in the area.
the deal done, I came back to my now temporary home and got busy looking for a farm manager to help me with what I would need
for the farming operation, since all I would be getting was the property itself. That’s what I’ve been doing the
last few days. More later.
September 15. I can see why companies have personnel departments.
Trying to acquire employees with specific skills, willing to work a little out of the mainstream way, is hard work. That’s
all I’ve been doing the last several days. Looking for a farm manager. It didn’t take me long to find out that
there were many people willing to do the job, but their own way. Not mine.
contacting Ag colleges for lists of recent graduates, thinking they might be more inclined to do it my way, since they probably
weren’t as set in their ways as some of the more mature people I had interviewed over the telephone.
I’ve e-mailed several prospects. That’s where I am now on that subject. A few other things have
come together in the last few days, however. I picked out a small personal armory. Filled out all the paperwork. Just waiting
now for the background checks to clear and some of the items Wallace didn’t stock to come in.
delivered the gun safe yesterday. I rented a climate controlled storage room for the purchases I was beginning to make. That’s
where I had him deliver the gun safe.
About the other things I was ordering, but yet
to receive… Prepping is a long, continuous process, any way you look at it, I’ve learned. Having funds available
makes it easier and quicker, though. I had the money coming in from the settlement. I’m using it like there is no tomorrow,
since I will be getting the trust fund my Grandfather set up for me before he died when I turn twenty-five. Assuming the balloon
doesn’t go up before then.
With the money available, and a good place to store
items, I put in large orders with Walton Feed and Emergency Essentials, and smaller orders from a few other companies that
had what I want that Walton Feed and Emergency Essentials don’t. I expect the Walton Feed order in about a month, and
the Emergency Essentials and other companies orders in about a week.
talked to one of my doctors about preps and maybe getting some medical equipment and supplies from him. He refused outright.
I think I insulted him. Need to find another doctor who is more in tune with the prep mentality.
guess that’s it for now. It’s almost midnight and I need to get some sleep. Still recuperating and I can tell
September 30. Been a busy two weeks. I received several resumes from Ag school
graduates that I had e-mailed. Pared it down to two. I have meetings scheduled with them early next month. See how it goes
All the prep orders, except for the Walton Feed order, came in over the previous
two weeks. I am totally beat. The small orders were no big deal, but the Emergency Essentials order was half a truckload.
I took a couple days off to rest up after unloading it by myself, even with the hand
trucks I bought. My doctors will have a fit if they find out I did that much. For the Walton Feed order I’m going to
rent a pallet handler.
But for the moment, I have a ten-year supply of LTS foods. I learned
that the LTS acronym I’ve been seeing in the literature stands for Long Term Storage. The Walton order will supplement
that with some LTS packaged niceties, and give me some trade goods and humanitarian aid.
bulk purchase deals with some local stores to buy some other items for use and trading. I’m thinking about buying or
starting a small business that would give me wholesale purchasing for the items. I need to think on it more, though.
Another late night. That’s all I can think of right now.
5. Went back down to the property. The harvest is started. Got to admit, the guy currently leasing the land operates in a
big way. Five, count them, five combines in one field at a time. Several bob trucks with grain beds pulling grain hoppers,
one pulling beside a combine to be filled as one leaves full. Definitely a big operation. Sam, the old man that owns the land
said the guy farmed over three-thousand acres. I guess he needs the big stuff.
contractor at the property I hired to salvage and then dismantle the house and outbuildings. Made sure he knew I wanted the
equivalent of virgin ground, including pulling the existing well, which Sam said was marginal now. If it is marginal now,
I’m going to need a new one, anyway. Sam assured me that the irrigation wells were plentiful and all in good shape.
All the land was graded for easy irrigation. That is two things I don’t have to worry about.
couldn’t bring myself to watch the destruction of what meant so much to Sam, so I went in to Cape Girardeau to look
around in more detail. I found, merely by chance, what I was looking for in the way of a small retail shop so I could buy
at wholesale many of the ordinary things that I wanted in my preps, and for trading in the future.
need an outlet for my truck farm, anyway, when it comes down to it, so the place will do double duty for me. The place is
a small mom and pop hardware store going out of business due to the big box store competition in the area. I'm not too concerned
about making a huge profit on the non-truck-farm goods. As long as I about break even on the other items I’ll be happy.
The profit should come from the truck-farm produced goods.
Harry is going to handle the
transaction for me. I’ve started looking for a retail sales manager now, too. Same way. Checking on recent graduates
of business schools. No responses yet.
Did talk to a likely candidate for farm manager
yesterday. Turns out the T. J. McKinley I was e-mailing back and forth is a woman, but that’s okay with me. We’re
supposed to meet at the farm in two days. I’m flying her in to Cape Girardeau from Columbia, Missouri for the meet.
October 8. Well, I think I found my farm manager. Teresa McKinley is an astute young
woman. Knows what she wants in life and is out to get it. Thankfully, she shares some of the same views that I do about the
environment and ways to use it and still protect it. She wasn’t overwhelmed at the scope of what I had in mind, but
did say she would want some experienced help to implement her ideas on farm and ranch management. She knows some animal husbandry,
of course, but it wasn’t her main thrust in college. I told her that it was her job to start looking for people for
She was more than a little surprised when I told her that there would be living
quarters available on the farm for singles, couples, and small families, though living on the farm was not a perquisite for
being hired. She asked for a week to think it over. I think she’ll take the job. The pay was much less of an issue to
her than being able to incorporate her education into the running of the place. I assured her that modern ‘green’
processes would be the norm and not the exception.
Met Bob Wade for the first time. He
drove up in a big four-wheel-drive Dodge diesel one-ton pickup with a fueling tank in the bed when Teresa and I were walking
over the bare spot where the farm buildings used to be.
“You the S. O. B. that
robbed me out of this place?” That’s not exactly what he said, but I’m not going to write down all the obscenities
he used to describe me, my family, and my heritage. I must say I got just a bit belligerent myself when he spoke to Teresa
in much the same way. I told him to leave. After a few more expletives, he did so, in something of a huff. He’s not
going to be a friend, at the least. But I learned that Teresa could handle herself. She was ready to tackle the big lug on
her own when he started in on her. I think I annoyed her a little bit when I interceded on her behalf.
Though the deal is done with Sam, the arrangement includes a survey of the property. But it won’t be
done until after Wade finishes his harvest and moves his equipment off the property. Having walked over the home site area,
I’ve formed a general picture in my mind of what I want built. I’m not quite ready to put it to paper yet, though.
I need to think a few things through, first.
October 17. I now have three new wells
on the property and a farm manager. Teresa agreed to the arrangement I offered. Though I was afraid she’d decided not
to, since it was only this morning that she called me and told me. She already has a line on a couple of other key people.
I’m thinking I’ve made a good decision here, though time will tell.
finished making arrangements to get three self-contained travel trailers delivered to the home site this week. We’ll
use them until the permanent structures are built. Make it easier, not to mention cheaper, than motel rooms and restaurants.
Also having two forty-foot ISO shipping containers delivered for temporary storage. I love it when a plan comes together,
as the saying goes.
The wells each have a solar pump system installed, ready to supply
the large holding tanks that will be buried when the construction phase starts. Water will be drawn from the tanks by other
pumps feeding pressure tanks in each of the planned buildings.
October 23. Well,
I am now a resident of the Great State of Missouri. At least I will be tomorrow when I get my driver’s license changed
over. The travel trailers are not luxurious, but they are nice and come well equipped, just as I’d specified.
Cell phones work fine here so that isn’t a problem. The trailers have satellite TV and Internet dishes
set up, so that’s taken care of. The trailers have a generator as well as PV panels with large batteries and an inverter
for electrical power. Heat is propane. When I got here on the twentieth, I went ahead and had a waste tank and a propane tank
Waste is to be picked up every week until I get the septic systems installed.
Having read several PAW fiction stories on the Internet on some of the prep sites, I
investigated some utility equipment that I believe will be useful around the place. They certainly were in the stories. After
I talked to the dealers, one in St. Louis, and one in Commerce, Colorado, I came to the conclusion that they would, in fact,
be quite useful. So I ordered the first set of vehicles and a tractor-trailer load of implements and attachments for each
The first is an ugly-as-sin Utility Truck called a Unimog. It’s the U500 version
for US sales through Freightliner dealers. It was the only one the Colorado dealer had, and fortunately it was a loaded model.
Front and rear PTO’s, front lift arms, rear three-point hitch, three-way dump bed, high capacity hydraulics. Just a
bunch of stuff. The dealership had a couple of implements, which I got, but the salesman put me in touch with some implement
dealers where I could get other equipment. I have to say, ugly as it is, it is some kind of vehicle. Just what a prepper needs
on the property.
The other two vehicles are sort of brothers. Both from Bobcat Company.
One is an all-wheel-steer/skid steer loader with 3,000 pound lift capacity. Besides the conventional general use bucket and
a set of pallet forks, I ordered several additional implements.
And the good thing, most
of the implements are useable by the brother machine, also from Bobcat, the Toolcat 5600T Utility Vehicle. It was all-wheel
steer or conventional steer, and had lift arms in the front, like the A300 skid steer loader, and a rear dump bed like a pick-up.
The bed can haul 2,000 pounds and the arms lift 1,500. The machine will tow a ton, too.
have to admit, after seeing the equipment a bit of little boy came out in me. They simply are as cool as they are useful.
I even decided, after some additional research, to use three of the Unimog U500’s to handle the small tractor farming
implements I envisioned early on, instead of medium sized tractors.
I’ll get six
total, and use the other three to do what the minor fleet of vehicles I contemplated getting would do.
I think, also, a second A300 and two more Toolcat 5600T’s will round out the Utility equipment. They’ll
handle barn chores, yard chores, garden chores, construction chores, snow clearing, and on and on and on. The only other things
I plan to get in a similar vein are some three-wheeled, hydraulic driven, one-person, orchard cherry pickers, to complement
the other units, since I plan on a large fruit and nut tree orchard.
much it for today. I need to go relax. It’s been a good several days.
1. I’m angry as I’ve been for a long time. Yesterday was Halloween. And we had tricksters without the chance of
giving out treats. Two pickup trucks with two men in each cab and two men in each of the pickup beds drove around hollering
and throwing beer bottles, rotten eggs, and such at the trailers. There were even half a dozen rolls of toilet paper thrown,
but they didn’t unroll very well and weren’t a problem.
I haven’t moved
my personal guns here yet, but that is now a priority. I don’t know if Wade put the men up to it or not, but I’m
sure he is pleased as punch that it happened. Teresa handled herself just fine, jotting down what information she could while
I just stood there and shook my fist at the hooligans. We called it in to the county sheriff’s office this morning and
they said there wasn’t much they could do, even with the partial license plate number Teresa managed to read and write
I was going to wait and do some defensive landscaping on the property like I’d
read about on the Internet and in some of the books I ordered, but I think I’ll go ahead and start it now. It won’t
interfere that much with the other work that will start here pretty soon. But it should give pause to anyone trying the same
kind of stunt in the future.
November 8. Got the dirt contractor and fence builder
out here today to show them what I wanted. Both rather annoyed me. Want money down on the jobs, since they are large ones.
Plus more for the materials they need to order. I mean, I can kind of understand it, the way things are going with the economy
right now, but they were rather insulting about it. I found out after I cut them checks that they were pretty buddy-buddy
with Wade. I’ll be watching what they do pretty closely, to make sure I get exactly what the plans call for.
I need to get a bike or something to get around the property with. Can’t justify tying up the Toolcat
or the U500 for it, and my Mercedes isn’t going to make it.
Too annoyed right now
to think about it logically.
November 9. Got my around the farm ride ordered. Just happened to run across a reference to it looking for something
else. When I did, I remembered reading about them in one of the same stories on the Internet that mentioned the U500, and
the Bobcats. It’s a ROKON two-wheel-drive off-road motorcycle. Since all the other major equipment is going to be diesel,
I’m getting a diesel engine conversion for it.
Actually, for all six of the ROKON Ranger models I ordered. Can’t beat a good thing.
Teresa will need one, plus no telling who else for all the small reasons that can come up on a farm. Even one with the radio
system I plan to put in.
Teresa told me she had a lead on a good farm maintenance mechanic.
If he’s acceptable, he should be able to do the conversions. Be a good test job for him, Teresa said when I told her
I’m beginning to wonder if I didn’t get into this just for the
toys! I’ve been looking at the radio equipment, too. Another part of the prep hobby I’m really getting to like.
I still need to think some of this through, though. No point in wasting money. I have to say, the research is almost as much
fun as the doing. Not quite.
November 12. Elmer got the first ROKON conversion done
today. Good deal. The dirt work and fencing operations start tomorrow. Those two guys intentionally delaying the work turned
out to be a positive for me. I’ll be able to stay right with them as they work. But it may push the work into some bad
weather days. I may just offer a bonus for early completion and find out where their real loyalties lie.
Wade completed his harvest and is officially no longer a part of the property. If I never see him or hear
from him again, so much the better.
November 23. Money talks. Both Willoughby, the
dirt contractor, and Simons, the fence guy, agreed to push for a December 20th completion date. Though they had delayed the
start of the work, they had ordered all the materials needed for it. There should be nothing to delay them, except the weather.
And maybe Wade. But they both nearly drooled when I mentioned the bonus.
1. Been a busy few days. Willoughby and Simons and their double crews only took a few hours off for Thanksgiving Day. It was
their choice. I wouldn’t have insisted on it. But I sure didn’t try to talk them out of it. They’ve been
working ten and eleven hour days and are making real headway.
I have to admit, neither
man is shorting the quality of the work. Too much pride, I think, to let Wade talk them into it. If they keep it up, they’ll
make the deadline. I’m out there most of the time, just watching. As much as I want it done before bad weather, I’d
only slow them down if I tried to help. Assuming that wouldn’t put me in the hospital. I was really hoping I’d
recover more of my abilities than I have so far. Despite it being a good day for the farm, it hasn’t been that good
of one for me. Oh, well. Things will be better tomorrow.
December 2. Looks like I
was kind of down yesterday, from what I wrote. Came out of it okay. Today is a good day. It was warm, the sun was shining,
and the work crews were in a groove. I didn’t think it possible, but they might actually get done early. I hope so.
The long-range forecast is calling for heavy rains beginning December 18th. Perhaps even snow.
good stuff. Two more of the up-graded Unimog 500’s were delivered. Coincidentally, so were most of the implements I
ordered for them. One of them, on a separate truck, was the road conditioner from Carolina Smooth Roads.
I couldn’t wait to try it out. Teresa and Elmer, too. We got one of the U500’s prepped and then
read the manual for the road conditioner. I just got back from fixing up my road from one end to the other. It was cool!
With all the heavy traffic there’s been on it, the road was a mess. The conditioner took care of it.
One pass for each side of the road and it was done. That thing was expensive, but seeing it in action and the result, I bet
I can get a lot of work fixing up private roads in the area.
December 21. Well, the
contractors didn’t make the bonus work date. But they did beat the weather. I gave them half the bonus. They were more
than happy. They may be buddies with Wade, but I think they changed their opinion of me and the operation here.
Teresa and Elmer both went home for the holidays. Elmer to Cape and Teresa to Columbia. I’ll be here
for Christmas, I guess. I wish it would snow.
December 26. Well, Santa didn’t
show, though it did snow, much to my delight. Not much. Maybe an inch. The place looks beautiful in the snow. I took some
pictures. I’d taken a few of the dirt work and fence building. I think I’ll keep my camera handy and take more
shots of the process of getting the farm set up the way I want. Life is good.
1. Well, the New Year has started off just fine. The snow disappeared quickly when it started raining the night of the 26th.
The rain was a hard pounding one for a while and I think it probably helped settle the dirt work. It sure shined up the fencing.
Both the concrete and rock fence along the road and around both sides of the homestead
area. The rest of the fence is high security pointed rail steel in a desert sand color, set in a continuous foundation of
poured concrete, and encloses the forty acres of the basic homestead. Can barely see it if you aren’t looking for it.
Really dropped a bundle on the fences, but I think they’ll add value to the place. Not to mention the security.
I’ve been working on some of the building plans. At least getting down the details I want for each structure.
I’ll probably e-mail them to a local building contractor tomorrow. Harry really recommended him. It’s going to
be a big project and I have some doubts he can do everything on a timely basis.
have a back up plan, just like a good prepper should. I made contact with a firm in St. Louis I know can do the work. But
it would be considerably more expensive because they would have to move crews down here for the duration. We’ll see.
Wow! Just yawned like it’s hours past my bed time. Well. Looking at the clock down in the corner of the screen, I guess
January 10. Teresa and Elmer are both back. Teresa got here on the third and
Elmer the day after. I sent Elmer back home to wait until I called with more work for him. Made sure he understood he was
on salary and would still get paid.
Teresa called me over to her trailer on the fourth
and we started going over resumes and contact sheets. “I know this applicant personally,” she told me, handing
me the resume for one Patricia Holland. Teresa was a little worried about it being another woman in the number two spot. But
the resume indicated Patricia was a newly licensed vet.
It honestly didn’t bother
me. She sounded like a real possibility for the animal side of the operation, both production and food animal product. That
was the question I had. Will she be able to handle the food product animals as well as the production animals. Teresa said
yes. I wanted to hear it from Patricia. Teresa made the travel arrangements.
was older than I expected. Turned out she’d been a licensed veterinarian technician and had gone back to school to get
her vet license. Her specialty is large animals. Just what I wanted. I have to say I wondered if she’d want to do the
ordinary duties that really didn’t come under a vet’s job description, but she insisted she could and would do
the work, including the tasks necessary to provide fresh meat to the market.
her on the spot. I’ve got another trailer coming out for her. She’ll be here in two weeks to start consulting
on the future animal population I want the farm to have.
The last of the Bobcat utility
equipment came in, as did the last of the implements. I’m glad I’d been practicing with the equipment, playing
actually, laugh, laugh. The Bobcat and two Toolcats were on an equipment trailer and could be driven off. I had to unload
the implements using the A300 equipped with forks during a blowing snow storm. Now I’m waiting for the other three U500’s.
They are on a ship on the way. Elmer is coming out tomorrow to make racks for the implements to make them easy to attach and
January 15. Went to my first farm auction with Teresa and Patricia a few
days ago. I didn’t buy anything, but got an idea what was available and what it was going for. Also met some of the
other local area farmers and ranchers. Wade was there, but I just ignored him. He just glared at me.
Did get some leads on some of the more antique type equipment I wanted, both horse drawn and tractor implements.
Teresa and I’ll be doing some buying trips a little later on this spring. When it gets here. I don’t know about
this global warming stuff. Sure doesn’t seem like it’s a problem here. What the locals are telling me is this
is shaping up to be one of the worst winters in some years. A lot more snow than usual.
17. Not much going on the last couple of days. Elmer finished the implement racks and went home. I’m just sitting here
sipping tea and watching the snow fall. And, I just now see, Patricia and Teresa out there walking around the property pointing
here and there. Making plans, I guess. I hope they are compatible with mine. Ah. They’re heading for their trailers.
January 20. Heat wave! The snow is melting quickly. I’m tempted
to take one of the A300’s and a tree spade out to the orchard area to start getting ready for the fruit and nut trees
I have coming. But it would just mud it up. Sure, I could use the equipment to clean it all up, but no real reason to do it.
It would just be make work.
January 29. More snow the last three days. Just when
it was drying up enough to start the orchard work. Been working with Teresa and Patricia on the plans for the barns and such.
They each have pretty specific needs and wants for their respective areas of concern. Though Teresa is in overall charge of
the operation, reporting to me, and Patricia reports to Teresa, Teresa will have direct responsibility for the crop portion
of the operation, too.
I had to revise some of my plans for the buildings, based on their
input. I could easily see what they were talking about when they laid it out for me. I’m sure not a farmer yet, but
Sent those plans, and the housing plans, off to the architect working
with the local contractor to review and give me some final bids. Sent them to the guy in St. Louis, too, just for a competing
bid. Should know something in two weeks.
February 12. Been a while I see since I’ve
been in here looks like. Didn’t realize that. But I’ve been busy. That’s a pretty good excuse, if not a
good reason. A lot accomplished in the last few days. Found out I’m not the only one that likes to use the Utility equipment.
While it is certainly work, there is an element of enjoyment in it, too. Being able to almost effortlessly switch from one
task to another is nice.
Elmer, Teresa, and Patricia all worked in getting the trees
I’d paid a very high premium to get planted using a tree spade on one of the Unimogs and a smaller one on an A300. The
tree spades cut the holes and moved the dirt to a stockpile for later use, and the A300 and another Unimog with respective
sized forks moved the trees from the truck to the holes.
I’d bought the largest,
most mature trees I could find for those fruits and nuts that didn’t have dwarf versions available. With even decent
luck the trees should be producing within three years, if not sooner. Except for the Black Walnuts. Going to be a few years
on those, even at the maximum size I could get.
With a tank I’d bought locally
on one of the Unimogs, we transported water from one of the irrigation wells to the orchard to water the trees after we set
them and fed them, according to Teresa’s instructions.
Took us a week to accomplish
the task and the weather cooperated for the most part. The last things we put in were the vines for a small vineyard, and
several large berry patches and brambles.
We cut a few ruts in the process, but were
able to smooth them out with a grader attachment for one of the A300’s when it dried up a bit there at the end.
After discussing it with Teresa, I decided to go ahead and order enough Lombardy Poplars to put in a triple
row fence row around every forty acre field. Teresa was rather reluctant, wanting every square foot of space for production,
but with global warming in the news the way it is, I convinced her that the fence rows will more than pay for themselves and
the slight loss of production by protecting the fields if we have anything approaching another dust bowl.
February 14. Got all the bids back for the construction work. I can’t believe it. That ornery William
Hollister in Cape is sub contracting the work to the same outfit I contacted in St. Louis. And the Hollister bid is less than
the direct bid for the work by the St. Louis outfit. So, naturally, I’ll go with William. Best of both worlds. I hope.
March 1st is the scheduled start date.
I hope I don’t wind up a day late, a dollar
short, and a shelter shy. Taiwan just announced a referendum on whether to declare their independence or not. China is already
warning the US and the rest of the world to stay out of the situation, no matter which way it goes. They have as much as stated
that Taiwan will not be independent. With the US committed to supporting Taiwan, things could get sticky.
China is already mobilizing on their coast and the US is sending a second Carrier Battle Group to the area.
At least I have the equipment to put in an expedient shelter if I need to. I hope it’s
not necessary. This is why I’m doing what I’m doing. I’m going to be really annoyed if I get this far and
the balloon goes up before I’m ready.
The economy is getting worse. I’m glad
I had enough sense when the settlement was offered to me to demand, and get an inflation adjustment clause. The payments are
adjusted for inflation each month. So, unless the company simply goes out of business or defaults on the payments, I should
be okay. I’m spending it as fast as I get it, but it’s all going to a secure future. I hope.
February 20. Can’t believe it! The referendum failed to pass! Taiwan isn’t going to declare independence.
At least right now. It was a very close vote. The proponents of independence have vowed to try again. Soon.
The last three Unimog U500’s came in yesterday. Got the full complement now. That included a twenty-foot
ISO shipping container of spare parts and replacement parts. Unimogs still aren’t that common in the US and I want to
make sure to be able to keep the six I have running, no matter what.
Since we won’t
have the animals for the horse and oxen drawn farming before planting season, I’ve decided to use the Unimogs and pull
type farm equipment on the eighty acres I was planning to horse farm.
addition to the one-hundred-sixty acres already planned for that operation. Three-hundred-twenty acres will be farmed with
the modern equipment.
Got ten acres for the building complex, another ten acres for gardens
and commercial green houses, the ten-acre orchard, and a ten acre lake. The other forty acres is pasture for the animals.
That’s the full section of six-hundred-forty acres.
I’ve been working on
a deal with the local John Deere dealer for a turn-key equipment and support package. Kind of been holding off, due to Taiwan.
But with that resolved for the moment I went in this morning and signed the deal. They’ll start delivering the equipment
March 1st. Going to be a busy day, that day.
February 22. Hollister came out today,
with the project engineer for Weathers Construction, the outfit from St. Louis. I showed the Weathers guy, Brian Johnson,
the place and where the equipment and material supplies would be kept during the building phase.
March 1. I knew this was going to be a busy day. It was. Weathers Construction showed up in force with their
equipment. So did John Deere, delivering the initial items of farm equipment, including the two four-wheel-drive tractors,
and the field prep and planting equipment.
That also included the new pull-type implements
for the Unimogs. It was going to be a while before the horse drawn equipment came in. Patricia is working on it, but getting
working versions isn’t easy. She’s been in contact with a couple of Amish enclaves. She assured me that she’d
have everything needed by next spring.
March 2. The excavations for the equipment
barn and the supply barn were started today. I want those buildings completed as soon as possible so we can have a place to
work on the equipment and get the fertilizer and seed I have coming under cover. It’s going to be tight, Teresa said,
but we should be able to till and plant on time, even if we have to work outside.
3. Wow! They excavated, formed, and poured the basements, foundations, and aprons for the equipment barn and supply barn yesterday!
Today they started on animal barns. That was one of the changes that Patricia and Teresa insisted on. Separate barns for the
working animals and the market animals.
John Deere delivered more of the equipment today,
too. The fuel supplier I cut a contract with delivered a skid mounted one-thousand-gallon diesel fuel tank, and a five-hundred-gallon
gasoline tank, and filled both. There was also a small skid mounted portable building for lubricants and such. I plan on a
small tank farm on the property, but until the permanent tanks are installed, the skid mounts will do.
March 4. Things are going swimmingly with the construction. By the time they have all the building concrete
work done, the first two barns will be ready to go up. All the farm buildings should be ready at the end of June, and the
residential buildings by August 31st. There is a certain amount of waiting time involved, since I’m having everything
built with reinforced masonry. But with so many individual buildings, the crews always have something to do, working on one
building while the first sets up.
March 7. Spent the last several days interviewing
farm hands, with Teresa. We signed on the three that we thought would fit in with the operation the best. They start tomorrow,
getting familiar with the equipment and the property. I’m getting really excited. It’s going to be a real farm
here very soon.
March 15. Busy few days. Though I have no real intention of actually
operating the farm equipment, I put in my time with the John Deere reps just like the hands, learning about the capabilities
of the various equipment and how to use everything effectively.
The Motorola rep was
out and we set up a communications plan for the farm. The commercial aspect of it, anyway. I plan to have a comprehensive
radio shack, as a hobby and for use in potential disasters. The business band radios will be just a part of it.
Teresa and I met with several chemical and fertilizer reps, in between the classes, and made arrangements
for a minimum environmental impact program to maximize yields without using excess chemicals and fertilizer that would just
run off into the watershed. We are going to need a couple catchment ponds to intercept drainage from a few of the fields,
but we can do those with the equipment we have.
The construction is moving along nicely.
The hands are kept busy when they aren’t otherwise occupied planting the Lombardy
Poplars for the fence rows. Again the Bobcat equipment is proving its worth.
Not a good day yesterday. One of the field hands we hired quit. Boiled down to he just didn’t like working for a female
boss. Especially one younger than him. Teresa took it pretty well, though I think it bothered her more than she let on. I
think part of the problem was the idea of farming with trucks instead of tractors. Too unconventional.
March 19. We brought in the fourth man on the list of potential hands. Hopefully he’ll work out better
than the one he’s replacing. Construction still going nicely and the last of the fence rows were planted. It’s
pretty late. Think I’ll call it a day.
March 23. Nothing much to put down.
Things going pretty good.
March 30. Ditto the above.
4. Woo-hoo! The equipment barn is completed. The supply barn should be ready in a couple more days.
April 9. The supply barn was finished a couple of days ago and the supplies we have had on covered pallets
were all moved to it. Man, that Bobcat equipment works great! I did a little of the moving when the others took their lunch.
Some bad news though. The owners of that business I was trying to buy in Cape have been
totally uncooperative. I’ve decided to just build what I want and start a new business. Considering why I want it, it’s
probably better this way. The building will be much more secure than the place I was trying to buy. In addition, I’ll
be able to do more than what I would have been able in the other building. I’ve got Hollister working on plans, in his
April 17. Didn’t realize it had been so long. Busy. Construction
going well. Got the Motorola mobile radios installed in all the equipment that needed them, and plenty of handhelds and chargers
for everyone, with some to spare for future employees. Put up two antennas at my trailer and installed a mobile on a power
supply for the temporary base stations. VHF and HF units. The Unimogs and other vehicles that would be going off the property
got both mobile radios. The other big equipment that would stay on the farm just got the VHF mobiles.
April 21. Another pretty good few days. The new hand has turned out to be a good one. He’s very familiar
with John Deere equipment in particular, and all aspects of farming generally. Teresa didn’t say anything, but I think
she was worried about him since he is quite a bit older than the other hands.
13. Really been a while since I could get to the journal. Went back into the hospital with complications from my surgeries
right after the April 21 entry. Caught me all of a sudden and I went down, passed out cold. Teresa got an ambulance out quickly
and they took me to the regional hospital and then shipped me back to my original hospital so they could take care of the
Teresa, Patricia, and the hands did great while I was out of commission. Teresa took it upon herself to monitor
the building process as well as get the farm up and running. The crops are in and already coming up nicely.
The few little problems with
the equipment were quickly resolved by the John Deere support team. Going to change chemical suppliers though. Teresa said
they weren’t as cooperative as they implied they would be. Other than that, the spring tilling and planting went great.
The construction crews are putting the final touches on the farm buildings. They’ll
easily meet the June 30th deadline and then will start on the residences. I don’t think I wrote it down before, but
I scrapped my initial plans for individual houses and a small apartment building. Instead, there will be an apartment building
with four three-bedroom apartments and four one-bedroom apartments on one side of the main entrance to the property and another
apartment building on the other side of the entrance with eight two-bedroom apartments.
really disappointed I wasn’t here to see the installation of the electrical power house and equipment. Another change
I made was the connection to the power grid. But I still want off-grid capability and that’s where the electrical power
house comes in.
I hired a consultant early on to design me a system to be completely
off-grid. But it didn’t take much redesign to incorporate commercial power. He supervised the entire process of installation
in my absence, reporting to Teresa.
Again the Bobcats came in handy moving the two-hundred
2.2 volt, 7,000 amp submarine batteries I’d ordered way back when. There are 96 of them in four banks of 24 for 48v
DC storage. Another 96 are in dry storage for replacement in thirty to forty years, with 8 set aside to replace any damaged
or non-functional batteries in the meantime.
The batteries are fed primarily with a large
array of PV panels, the 48v DC converted to 120/240v AC. Though wind power isn’t the best option here, I opted to include
two 7.5 kw wind turbines, also producing 48v DC, to charge the batteries when the wind was suitable. And, of course, the batteries
can be charged with the diesel powered generator system that is part of the overall power system.
I’m planning for the worst case scenario I wanted adequate power for the farm. The 18kw or so of solar/wind power will
be used on a daily basis, to provide the basic needs of the residences and the farm buildings. Each farm building and apartment
building has its own PV, battery bank, and inverter system for emergency power, using more conventional deep cycle batteries.
The generator setup will provide the prime power for the farm buildings if commercial
power goes down.
The consultant thought I was going overboard with the generator system
when I first discussed it with him. He finally admitted that it was doable, and not such a bad idea for a permanent prime
It was expensive, but I’ve got the money to spend now, so I’m
doing it. There are four identical diesel generator units, 50kw Caterpillar units with synchronizers. One unit will provide
basic power for the entire compound and a second can be brought on line automatically when additional power is needed, giving
a full 100kw of power.
Though the other two units can be brought on line as well, they
are actually back up units. One is put on line when one of the main two are down for service. The fourth is a long term back
up for use when one of the other three plants is down for a rebuild when it becomes necessary. Besides the maintenance components
stored in volume, there are spare engine components and generator head components for six rebuilds each. More than a lifetime
Even when the commercial power is on, the generators are exercised at least
once a month each to make sure they are ready to take up the load.
Less see. Did I mention
the spring planting went well? Yep. I did. That’s it for this entry.
Still recuperating from the emergency surgery. Can’t do much. I did take a tour of the place on one of the ROKON’s
and it wore me out. Just going to take it easy for a few days and let the employees do their jobs.
July 4. Feeling a lot better now. Things are going smoothly here on the property. The same can’t be
said around the country and around the world. There was another terrorist attack today, in New York. But not as bad as 9/11
fortunately. But very symbolic. The Statue of Liberty is no more.
July 5. Put in
another big order at Emergency Essentials and Walton Feed, with smaller orders to the other suppliers I use. None of the companies
would guarantee any specific delivery date. Seems everybody and their brother that knew about the companies put in emergency
orders. It was a knee jerk reaction for me, so I asked them to put me on the bottom of the list. As long as things don’t
go completely wild, I should get the orders eventually.
Stocks and bonds plummeted today.
Gold and silver jumped. Everyone accused everyone else for the attack. As of right now, no one has claimed responsibility
for the destruction of the Statue.
I’m tempted to bring all my supplies from storage,
but I really want to wait until the apartments are finished.
Everyone is a little up
tight about the situation. That includes me.
Oh. One good thing about my medical trouble,
I found a doctor in Cape that is interested in preps. I hope to further the relationship, making him my local physician. I
have high hopes that he will be cooperative in helping me acquire medical equipment and supplies.
July 10. Things are still tense all over the place. But the construction is continuing, and so is the farm
work. I called the greenhouse company I plan to use for the construction of the commercial greenhouses that will be the biggest
producer of the truck farm crops I plan on. They can have a guy out here in two days, to finalize the plans.
July 12. Sent a deposit check back with the greenhouse company rep. They’ll start construction on the
19th, with completion expected by August 31st.
Went ahead and ordered the portable fencing
for the pasture area. We’ll only use a limited area at a time, and then move the fences and animals to another section
to allow the used area to recover.
July 19. The greenhouse guys showed up with their
equipment. I had totally missed the fact that no provisions had been made for the foundations of the greenhouses. Unimog to
the rescue. Henry, the farmhand we brought on after one quit, is an old hand on a backhoe. He used the backhoe we have for
the Unimog and began digging the footings today. He said he could have all six done in three days.
July 21. Henry was true to his word. The foundations were dug and the local concrete company came out and
formed up, and then poured them. The greenhouse frame work can start going up on August 1st. I refused to pay per diem for
the greenhouse crews during the wait time. The greenhouse company owner didn’t like it, but I was firm. I probably should
have realized that the foundations weren’t included in the arrangement, but he sure should have said something about
it well before sending his crews out.
Patricia has been busy these last few months. Besides
doing some general farm work, she’s been going to sales regularly, to get a feel for the market and the quality of the
animals being sold, as well as looking for animal drawn farming equipment.
me along on getting the storage silos up before we need them for the harvest. So I made a few calls, confirmed bids, and ordered
the construction. It’s going to be tight. I really dropped the ball on the silos.
1. Used the basement shelters in the buildings yesterday! Had a tornado blow past less than a mile away! Scary. Everything
went smoothly, when I got the warning on the NOAA weather radio. Everyone is good now about carrying a handy-talky so it took
merely the keying the mike of mine and requesting everyone to get into the nearest basement, for it to be done. I rounded
up the various outside contract workers and ushered them into the farm office building basement.
all the basements, under every building, it is actually more of a shelter than just basement. All have overhead fill for radiation
protection and insulation. They fulfill traditional basement functions, but are more than adequate emergency shelters.
The only thing I didn’t do, and I sure did think about doing it, was to connect all the basements with
tunnels. But I talked myself out of it. I hope I don’t live to regret the fact.
housing units are progressing nicely. Everyone intending to live on the farm should be able to move in on the first of September,
August 2. Spent a bundle on communications gear today. Ordered radios,
antennas, towers, accessories… Just a whole bunch of stuff. It’ll all be set up in the farm office building. I’d
thought about doubling up on everything, to have a set in the apartment, but decided that was bordering on the ridiculous.
Maybe even past it. Laugh. Laugh.
August 3. Committed another bundle today. The plans
came back for the small retail business I want, and coincidentally, Harry called about a piece of property suitable for what
I want. I’ll go to town in a couple of days and check it out in person. If the property is okay, I’ll give the
go ahead and see if Hollister Construction can take on another project.
The site is fine. Hollister can start on the construction, using his own crew, in a week.
6. Keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. Things have seemed to have calmed down politically, all around the world. Doesn’t
seem natural. The stock market is swinging back up and gold and silver are down since there has been no follow-on to the Statue
of Liberty attack. I think I’ve been remiss about acquiring some gold and silver coins. The trade goods situation will
be well in hand in a few weeks, but, according to the prep websites and forums, precious metals will be a big part of the
recovery during the aftermath of a major balloon going up scenario. Or won’t. There isn’t complete agreement.
I think I’d rather have, than not have. I’ll make a trip in to St. Louis in a few days and see what I can find.
August 10. Been in St. Louis the last couple of days. Kind of like the city. Found
a bunch of coin stores and bought every one of them out of the American bullion coins they had, that had any, and would take
cash. There’s talk of another gold grab by the government I discovered when I was researching PM’s the other day,
so I wanted no record of the purchases. Probably shouldn’t even be putting it down here. I won’t mention quantities.
There isn’t that much. Really.
August 20. Teresa, Patricia, and I have been
interviewing more hands for the farm the last few days, with some emphasis on at least two of them having animal handling
experience. Always such a pain, since I kind of have my own agenda here, that Teresa and Patricia are unaware of.
August 31. Hired four more hands. The two apartment buildings are finished. The tank farm is in, and the communications
gear arrived. The greenhouses are done. Steel framework with polycarbonate glazing. The silos are finished and ready for the
fall crops. I went with several smaller silos than just a few big ones. Not as efficient, but more versatile. The fenced in
swimming pool and pool house are in. The well equipped play ground for the hands’ children is completed. So are the
various parking lots. Busy, busy, busy. Going to be busier the next few days. Patricia is ready to start getting the animals
in, the working animals first.
September 4. I’m all moved into my apartment.
Teresa; Patricia; Elmer, his wife, and two children; Henry and his wife; two hands with wives and children; two of the single
hands; all are too. Couple of the guys are still thinking about whether to move out here or not. It means a pay cut, but not
as much as I’m sure they are paying now for rent, insurance, and such. But each to their own. I can understand not wanting
to live where you work.
September 5. Checked the progress of the retail store on
the edge of Cape. It’ll be ready in a few days. Started looking for employees and was very surprised when Henry’s
wife told me she had retail experience. So did the wife of another of the hands. I’ve got to learn everyone’s
names. Not too good at that.
But, anyway, I think I’ll hire them both to start
with. The store won’t be in full swing until the food animals are in production. I’ve decided to offer all the
products the farm will be producing in the shop, as well as sell them commercially. That will be in addition to the products
I want to have available in large quantities. Some of which need to be rotated.
hope to sell enough to keep the items on the shelf fresh, in case the balloon goes up. Need to get a liquor sales license
because part of those supplies is drinking alcohol. Don’t like contributing to peoples’ bad habits, but tobacco
will also be in the store.
Let’s see, what else the last few days? The apartment
is fine. I’ll have my stuff shipped here in a few days, but I want to go back there and supervise the packing and loading.
The early harvest is starting. John Deere brought out the rest of the equipment I ordered a couple of days ago. We’re
ready to go full bore now.
Even the new hands have come to appreciate the Unimogs as
farm equipment. We’ve started in on getting the greenhouses running. That has to come in between the regular field harvests.
I guess that’s about it. I’m beat. Off to bed.
September 14. Flew out
and got my stuff headed this way. Should be here tomorrow. While I was in St. Louis I went shopping for a gun shop willing
to handle equipping the farm with an arsenal for post apocalyptic world (PAW) use. It would take a while to meet legal requirements
and I wanted to get started on the acquisitions, the same way I had the gold and silver.
15. Sure enough, the truck arrived with my stuff. Got it all unloaded and put away, the preps going into a locked storeroom
in the basement shelter. The gun safe is here in my bedroom in a closet.
20. Things going well on the farm. The first of Patricia’s horses arrived. I have to admit, she has a good eye. I am
pleased with her selections. I have no doubts about the rest of the working stock will be just as good. She’ll be spending
most of her time now training the animals for the farm work. She got one riding horse, to use herself, when working with the
other horses. It’s a Moroccan Barb. Never heard of them before, but she swears by them as a riding horse.
The communication gear is all installed and tested. Quite the antenna farm, but not too intrusive. I opted
for shorter, self-supporting, telescoping, fold over towers, rather than taller, guyed towers.
living and working here have settled into their new lives pretty well. Pretty much business as usual in national and world
politics. Ditto the weather. It’s either going to be a very bad winter, very mild winter, or average winter. The weather
forecasters are hedging all their bets.
September 25. The radio licenses finally
came in so we can now legally use the radios, and I started an Amateur Radio Operators licensing class in Cape, for the fun
of it. The license to make alcohol for fuel use came in, too. We don’t have much in the way of gasoline powered items,
but all of them can use E85, so I’ll buy straight gasoline and we’ll blend it ourselves.
I ordered the stills, as well as the biodiesel production equipment I’ve been planning on getting. The
methane generator that is part of the animal barns sanitation systems will provide the gas to power the stills and the biodiesel
equipment. I also ordered enough chemicals for biodiesel production to last us years, though I still plan to buy and replace
what we use, to keep those stocks at the same level.
September 31. Got permits to
cut wood on the Mississippi River bottoms, inside the levees, from the Corp of Engineers. All the buildings have wood heat.
I went ahead and had ordered one hundred cords from a local firewood company, because it will be next year before we can really
start cutting wood, and a year after that before it is seasoned to burn well.
to order two carloads of good anthracite coal for good measure. All the stoves are coal capable. I’d planned on waiting
for a while, but now is as good a time as any.
The first delivery of arms and ammunition
showed up yesterday. The dealer and I moved everything from his pickup to the basement vault in the farm office. So far, I’m
the only one that knows I’m setting up an arsenal for the farm. There’s been no comment about my wearing my pistol,
though I do carry it concealed in an in-the-waistband holster in the small of my back. It’s usually covered by a light
October 19. Harvest is almost done. Got in the rest of the horses for the
place, plus the swine feeders and breeders, feeder beef cattle, bred heifers, a bull, and milk cows, along with more chickens
than I can count. Woo-hoo! It’s really a working farm now!
November 19. Been
a month, I see. Lot happened the last four weeks. Harvest is complete, just ahead of the rains. All the harvest is in storage,
much of it for use on the farm. I plan on waiting till the silos are almost full before I start selling on the market.
The alcohol and biodiesel systems are installed. Should make our first batch of each tomorrow.
November 20. Well, after we worked the kinks out, all three systems worked as they are supposed to. The methane
generator had enough waste to start operation. The oil press got us the raw oil from our very own soybeans, and the biodiesel
plant converted it into quality biodiesel. According to the alcohol meter the first run batch of product turned out fine.
I made sure no one took a sip. Our permit is for fuel alcohol only. Henry has some hidden talents!
December 1. The Thanksgiving Holiday period went smoothly. A few people left to be with families. There were
even a few people that came out to be with family that worked here. Everyone left that was supposed to, and everyone got back
that was supposed to.
Our main thrust now, until spring planting rolls around, is getting
the greenhouses in full production, and seeing to the animals.
Oh. The retail shop is
finished. I went in to take a look at it after everything was cleaned up. Like the buildings on the farm, the retail shop
is built with reinforced masonry, and has a basement, standby generator, and solar power set up. Going to wait until after
the new year to open it, though we are going to get it stocked.
Hollister was a bit curious
about the check out counter, but built it the way I wanted. It’s a high security enclosure with bullet resistant construction
walls and bullet resistant glass. The small office in the shop is built the same way. Hollister just didn’t see the
need for this kind of security in Cape. I didn’t tell him it was for after the balloon goes up, not particularly now.
Though, with the way things are going, such enclosures may become common, even in Cape Girardeau. Even Hollister wasn’t
surprised about the security shutters on the windows and doors.
My fuel supplier had
a similar attitude when I put in the four twenty-thousand gallon tanks, (3 E85 gasoline, 1 diesel) for the single two outlet
fuel dispenser we installed. We have an initial delivery, but I plan on slowly filling the tanks, adding more than we sell.
Which might or might not be much. The location is actually a pretty good one.
of the weapons and initial order of ammunition are in the vault in the basement of the farm office.
January 2. Christmas came and went, as did New Years, of course. I wasn’t too sure about having a Christmas
party in the office for everyone, but Teresa convinced me. It turned out just fine. Had a tree and everything. Didn’t
draw names, but everyone brought a small gift suitable for anyone, and they were handed out.
up the retail store this morning. Had a couple of curiosity customers, but that was it. Slipped up by not getting our ad in
the paper to coincide with the opening. It comes out next week.
January 5. Back into
full swing now. The greenhouses are in full operation. Have enough hands to handle it now, but Teresa and I were talking things
over. We might need some temporary help springs and falls, when we’re in the middle of planting and harvesting. Summer
and winters the core group we have now should be fine.
Sold our first fuel at the Farm
Mart, which is the name I finally gave the retail shop to sell our products. Moved some greenhouse fresh produce. A few other
odds and ends. Though the storage room is huge, I stocked the place in quantity, rather than selection. Only one brand of
engine oil, for example. Just a few different candy bars and snacks. The same with soda pop and other drinks. Ditto the liquor
and tobacco. Not a lot of selection, but a lot of product.
I think it is probably good
that we won’t have any animal food products until late this spring. Give a chance to build up a clientele for the fresh
produce. I’m a little worried about wastage of the meat and dairy when we start selling our own. I’m carrying
fresh milk and eggs now, from the dairy that we sell our dairy to.
Already had to bring
some of it out to slop the hogs when it went past its freshness date. At least none of the perishables will go to waste. Everything
like that, that we don’t consume ourselves at the farm, will go to feed the swine or go into the methane generator or
That’s it for now, I guess. Except, the winter is pretty much normal
for this area, they tell me.
January 10. Not really much to record. Things going nominally. Business at the Farm Mart is picking up marginally.
I hired a couple more people to help Elizabeth and Kathleen. Elizabeth is pretty much running the place on her own, with just
a little input from me. She doesn’t understand why I’m stocking the things I am, in the quantities I am, but she
goes about doing it enthusiastically. Thankfully she doesn’t mind dealing with the regulating agencies, which is something
I’ve come to hate doing.
January 22. Started a semi-formal emergency preparedness training program. It’s primarily geared for
the standard natural disasters and accidents on the farm. People are a bit more interested than I thought they would be.
January 31. Snow started today. Supposed to be a bad one. We’re battening down the hatches. Got two
of the Toolcats fitted with snow blowers and an A300 with snow blade. We should see how well my plans for handling snow work
out in a few hours, or a day or so.
February 1. Still snowing. The Bobcat equipment
is operating as expected. We’re piling the snow up over the grates that lead to the Rainstore3 underground runoff water
storage system. The rains we’ve had drained fine into the system. This is the first large snowfall that we’ve
had. It is my hope that the warmth coming from the large pits under the grates will melt the snow from beneath, and let it
drain to the Rainstore3 holding tank.
The last time I measured it, there was only about
a foot of water in the tank, and it’s almost eight feet deep. The tank is one-hundred by two-hundred feet and will hold
as much as a million gallons. All the guttering on the buildings leads to it. The open areas are all sloped to drain to one
of half a dozen of the large grated pits. Each of the pits has a gravel and sand filter between it and the Rainstore3 tank
to keep the water clean.
Don’t know if I’ll ever need the capacity, but the
product was available, and I want to keep as much of the rainfall and snowfall we get on the property as we can. In part to
prevent contaminated run off getting into the watershed, and just to have it in an emergency.
course, the runoff from the fields goes into their own holding ponds to keep the farm chemicals and fertilizer on the property.
We’re using minimal amounts of both, and according to our test this past fall, we didn’t have anything get into
the watershed. Don’t want that water mixed with the Rainstore3 water, which, though it will be treated before used as
drinking water, is still essentially pure.
February 8. The snow is all moved, and
from the looks of the piles, it is melting underneath from the ground warmth in the pits, just as planned. The fresh greenhouse
vegetables are really moving at the Farm Mart! Selling some E85 and a little diesel. We are competitive. Don’t see how
anyone makes money at a service station. I wasn’t intending to make a big profit, but it’s a little aggravating
to know that I wouldn’t be making one on fuel sales, even if I had intended to do so. Live and learn, I guess.
The economy isn’t doing too good. Inflation is up, and it really looks to me like we’re in for
a recession. All the markets, commodities, which I watch now because of the farm, stocks, bonds, precious metals… They’re
all going up and down in no pattern I can see. Though the Financial Channels are trying to explain it, it just confuses me.
I’ll stick with buying gold and silver bullion coins for cash whenever I go to a big city.
are fine, employees are fine, equipment is fine. Still feel like I’m waiting for the other shoe to fall.
February 11. Got a decision to make right quick. Tom Eldridge just put part of his land on the market. Apparently
he’s been running at a loss the last couple of years, and it’s either sell some land for operating capital, or
go bankrupt and loose most of it anyway. I know good and well Bob Wade is going to make an offer. Do I want to get further
on his bad side, or just let things go? If he gets the land, part of which is adjacent to me on the east side, with the other
part across the road, I know he’s not going to be a good neighbor.
In all there
is a section and a half of land, all graded and with irrigation wells, just like my current land. It’s not just a question
of getting the land. I would need to about double the commercial farming equipment. That would give me two full sections,
1,280, acres that I would be farming with the commercial equipment. I’d leave the 160 for the Unimogs, and 80 for the
animal drawn equipment, that I have planned now. Decisions, decisions, decisions.
15. I did it. Offered Eldridge what I thought was a good price. If Wade beat it, I had decided not to try to out bid him.
But Wade low balled again. I don’t have a clue why he thinks he can get land of this quality and set up the way it is
for a fraction of its worth. But he is furious with me, I’m told by people that know him. Tough. I’m not going
to let it worry me.
Already talked to my John Deere rep. There won’t be a problem
getting the additional equipment. Teresa is going to talk to the fertilizer and chemical company reps and make sure we’ll
have enough on hand this spring to handle the additional acreage, plus build up a two year additional supply for the total
I’m glad I made arrangements for the additional employee living space
we have. Teresa says we’ll need two more full-time hands, and probably four temps each spring and fall.
Since I’m only going to have the income from the settlement for a few more months, and the economy the
way it is, I’m going to go ahead and spend it as I get it, before it looses value.
28. Contracted Hollister to build an employee bunk house complex for the temporary employees. There is still plenty of building
room in the homestead area ten acres. The ranch office locker rooms and showers, and the employee lounge, are plenty large
enough for the additional people. It was in the back of my mind from the start. One of the after the balloon goes up things.
Ordered more Lombardy Poplars for the new acreage. It’s all open ground, too. And
we are now drifting into a serious drought situation in this area, according to the Weather Channel.
Saw Wade in Cape a couple of days ago. I thought he was going to go ballistic and physically attack me. But
he just vented at me for about five minutes. I stood there and listened, then just turned around and walked away. I’m
told it made him even angrier that I didn’t react to him.
March 7. Starting
to gear up for spring. Teresa is interviewing more potential hands. At least two of them are women, she told me. I think she
was halfway asking my permission. But I don’t care if the hands are male or female. As long as they can do the job,
just like Teresa herself, and Patricia, I’m happy.
I told her to start looking
for a full time greenhouse operations supervisor, too. She’s going to have her hands full handling the conventional
farming herself, and overseeing the other operations. We already agreed to make Henry supervisor for the Unimog based operations,
and general facility operations. He’s proven himself more than just a good farm labor hand.
March 9. Can’t believe it! Another tornado! This early in the season. Missed us again, this time to
our north. Everyone reacted well again, when the NOAA weather radio alarm sounded and we broadcast the news over our radio
Everyone shut down what they were doing and hit the shelter under the farm office,
or the building they were in, quickly. Just about scared Karen Moore to death. She’s part of the new office help. With
everything going on, I wanted a little help in the office. A lot of help in the office, actually, so I can be free to do…
I hired Karen and Toni Mathews after Henry recommended them to me. He knows
both girls’ families. Both are recent graduates from the college here, having taken basic business courses.
March 11. Things are back to normal, now, after the tornado. The Lombardy Poplar saplings came in today and
Teresa had Henry put a crew on getting them planted as quickly as possible.
I made another
decision that I hope doesn’t come back and haunt me. The Farm Mart is doing decent there on the edge of Cape. I’ve
decided to put a duplicate operation right at the corner of the new property that adjoins my original section. I told Hollister
today while he was working on the bunkhouse. He made it clear he thinks I’m some kind of idiot, but as long as he gets
paid, he doesn’t care if I am or not. Laugh. Laugh.
I’m hoping to pick up
business from those living on this side of town, for fuel, at least, and the fresh produce. It’s mostly just another
excuse to stock up on some items.
I’m really getting concerned about the world
situation again. Despite it having been voted down the first time, Taiwan is again going to have a referendum about becoming
independent. The vote isn’t until this fall, but the rhetoric is already starting. Precious metals are up, especially
gold. Stock and bond markets up one day and down the next. More downs than ups.
isn’t being talked about much, but it is a fact. So is inflation. The most recent payment from the settlement is a fourth
more than the initial one, due to inflation.
March 16. John Deere delivered the additional
farm equipment. Patricia has been gone for three days, on the prowl of some leads on the rest of the animal drawn equipment
we need. She called today and said she’d be back in two days with everything we need. I love it when a plan comes together,
as the saying goes.
March 18. Patricia arrived with the equipment. She has done an
excellent job. Some of the equipment is museum quality. Literally. She bought out a small museum that was closing its doors
for lack of interest. All the equipment had been refurbished before it went on display, so is in ready-to-run shape.
March 19. Rain, rain, and more rain.
March 21. The rain finally stopped
this morning. Shipped out our spring crop of market cattle and swine, along with the culled chickens that are no longer laying.
Patricia said we’re looking at a good crop of calves and piglets pretty soon. And the broody hens are sitting so we’ll
have a fresh crop of layers soon, too. The roosters, of course, will go to the processing plant.
local butcher came out and looked at our operation and we cut an agreement to provide him with a steady supply of beef, pork,
and chicken. I’d been trying for some time to get him out here. I’m glad he finally did.
Patricia is going to a sale tomorrow to pick up another batch of feeder pigs and steers to continue our production
as we build our breeding program.
March 23. Trucks came in with the stock. Nearly
lost my head when one of the steers took to kicking up a storm when he came down the ramp out of the back of the stock truck.
I was standing there right by the chute when he bucked and kicked both rear feet against the railing. One of them slipped
through the gap between the pipes and just missed my head.
March 27. Bob Wade came
out to talk to me today. Swaggered in like he owned the place. Intimidated Karen and Toni, and had Henry just about ready
to tackle him when I heard the ruckus and came out of my office. Wade made a ridiculous offer for the former Eldridge property.
I told him to leave and not come back. He out and out threatened me! I called the Sheriff’s office. They just said to
ignore him. He’s known to spout threats like that and hasn’t carried through on any of them.
March 28. Not much to say today. Things went fine. Nothing unusual.
3. Hollister’s finish crew is putting the last touches to the new employee bunkhouse, and the foundation crew started
on the new Farm Mart. His crew will extend the fences around the place.
A few quiet days. Everyone doing their job. The weather has been nice. Been working a bit with the horses and the oxen. I’d
never be able to feed myself if I had to do the work myself.
April 8. Finally decided
to get rid of my Mercedes two-seater and get a real farm vehicle. Not really part of the reason, but the hands have been giving
me a hard time over it since day one. Even little Teri drives a pickup truck. It’s a little pickup, but it is four-wheel
drive. Of course, several of the hands have vehicles besides a pick-up, but every one of them has at least one in the family.
Don’t want to jump into this. I need to think about a new vehicle as a prepper,
as well as a farmer. Don’t really have to use the truck for farming. I could get one for the farm and use it. I need
to do that, anyway. The capabilities of the U500’s isn’t needed all the time, and the Toolcats aren’t road
April 15. Tax day. Of course, I sent in everything in January. I refuse to
wait for the last minute. Been looking at new trucks. Still trying to decide on getting one for pure farm use or one for use
on the farm that’s suitable for preps, or just exactly what.
April 23. Decided
to take the easy way out when I watched the financial news this morning. Going to get a new Chevy Suburban, a Chevy extended
van, two 3/4-ton extended cab Chevy pickups, and two one-ton crew-cab pickups for farm use. All diesels. It is overkill, but
there may never be a better time to get equipment than now. The economy, in my opinion, on this day, is getting ready to tank
and a lot of people I think believe the same thing.
I’m getting enough discounts
on everything that one of the vehicles is actually free, based on initial prices. The dealership was more than ready to do
what was needed to move the vehicles.
Of course, that still doesn’t give me a prep
vehicle suitable for bugging out. I hate the thought of needing to do that, but there are some very solid reasons to do so.
And if China wasn’t such a big threat in my eyes, I wouldn’t worry about getting something resistant to EMP. But
I am worried about that.
April 30. Vehicles are all prepped and will be delivered
tomorrow. I paid for them two days ago. I’ve been rereading some of the PAW stories from the internet to get ideas for
my personal EMP-resistant bug-out vehicle. Found a lot of good ideas, but still can’t decide.
May 11. Everyone likes the new vehicles and just looks for reasons to use them. I’m ready to put a stop
to it, but I think the urge will fade in a few more days. Still trying to decide on my bug-out vehicle. But I have made the
decision to at least get a place to bug-out to. Harry is looking for a piece of property in the Missouri Ozarks for me.
May 12. Contacted Radius Engineering and ordered four CAT-25 shelters and connecting components to shelter
up to one hundred people. I’ve taken a liking to most of the people here on the farm and feel like I should provide
for them as I do here. Not sure how to get them there, if it becomes necessary. Or even if they will want to go. But I’m
not going to let this settlement money sit in a bank.
Also put in orders to my normal
suppliers to equip and supply it with those items that Radius doesn’t provide in their package. Don’t know where
it’s going, but I want it ready as soon as possible, for when I do get a place.
17. Everything on the farm is going well. The farm’s Farm Market is finished and Elizabeth is getting it stocked. Elizabeth
is also looking for a couple more clerks for the two stores. Elizabeth has proven herself over the last few months. She’ll
be over both of them, and directly run the one at the farm.
May 22. Harry’s
already found a property in the Missouri Ozarks, right on one of the big lakes. I’m driving over tomorrow to check it
May 28. Property looks ideal! On a good rise above the lake. While I was in
the area I contracted a well driller and a plumber to install a well with solar pump, and a large septic system, respectively.
May actually build a vacation home there!
May 31. Threatened rain all day, but didn’t
get any. Been a while. Otherwise, pretty nominal. The Farm Mart here at the farm is doing a bit of business. Slowly building
up fuel reserves at both Farm Marts and the farm tanks. Here on the farm we’re making a bit of biodiesel, just as a
matter of economy, though the majority of our diesel is commercial. These tanks will be the first ones filled.
June 1. Well, the threatening rain no long threatens. The opportunity passed us by and the forecast is for
extended dry period. A lot of places are having droughts and there is talk of taxing rainfall, believe it or not, to come
up with the money to try and help those areas needing water by making those with water pay for it. Still trying to come up
with a bug-out vehicle. Beginning to think I’m over analyzing it. It’s just that so many of the posters on the
prep forums have such… should I use the term? Cool vehicles.
June 8. I’ve
decided on a bug-out vehicle. Going to get another Unimog U500 and swap out the electronically controlled engine and put in
a compatible non-electronic version. Will still have 98% parts interchangeability with the farm U500’s. I have all those
spare parts for them that there should be no problem with keeping it going. I do have extra computers and sensors, but I don’t
want to have to stop and switch things around if I’m needing to bug out.
9. Ordered the new personal U500 and am looking on the internet for an outfit to convert it into the kind of bug-out vehicle
June 21. Last of the settlement money deposited in my account today.
June 23. Last of the crops are in and we’ve already started irrigating the thirstier ones, including
the farm use garden. There’s three acres of it, reduced by a fourth because I insist on letting ground lay fallow, with
a cover crop, to help maintain the life of the land. I do the same with all the crops. A different one-fourth portion of the
land gets to rest each year. It’s kept irrigated though, when the other fields are, to keep it in good shape.
June 25. Found an outfit to do the U500 conversion for me. It’ll basically be a small, austere motorhome
with plenty of storage space for equipment and supplies. The unit will be removable just like the other specialty beds for
There’ll be a tandem wheel trailer, which will carry extra fuel, equipment,
and other supplies. Flying out tomorrow to get with them on the details.
Got back today in time for the farm’s Independence Day celebration. Teresa knows how to organize a party. This one went
over just as well as the Christmas party did. We’re developing into a very close knit family here. Feels kind of nice.
July 5. Minor dust storm. A sign of things to come, I’m afraid, if the current
climate pattern holds. The Lombardy Poplars in the triple line fence rows aren’t quite big enough yet to give great
protection, but they did give some, no taller than they are now. Saw Wade out driving around the area when Teresa and I, in
the Suburban, were checking the northern most of the new fields. I don’t like the idea of him snooping around the place.
July 21. My birthday. Got the first deposit in my main bank account from the trust
fund my paternal Grandfather left me. I would have done things considerably different had I not had this source of income.
The farm is making a small profit over operating expenses, but it will be years before there will be a true profit over the
With the trust fund payments coming in I can finish out doing what
I set out to do, and still have a nice income, no matter what the farm does. Assuming no major disaster. I’m not counting
on that. I’m counting on the farm. I honestly think that I will be dependant on it for my very survival at some point
My father’s father was a very astute man. The trust he set up is about
as bomb proof as it is possible to get, and I expect it to weather the storm that I think is coming. But I don’t think
that I will always be able to get the money from them if things get really bad. After the fact… Perhaps long after the
fact… I think the company will come back into its own, after just about anything.
22. A real scorcher today. Went from high eighties to over a hundred over night. Reached 104 today, according to the Davis
weather station here at the farm. The broadcast weather reports indicated temps in the area ranging from 101 to 106, so I
guess we weren’t as bad off as some.
July 29. Real heat wave. Daytime temps
staying over 100 with above 90 at nights. Humidity up over 80%. Keeping the stock watered down with a couple of water misters
Teresa, Henry, and Elmer came up with.
August 5. Still hotter than Hades.
August 23. Heat wave finally broke. High was only 91 today and the low tonight should be under 85 for the
first time in weeks.
August 24. Much nicer out. The two Farm Marts are doing pretty
good. The fresh vegetables, and especially the fruit and berries, are a big hit in the area. We’re still going through
the dairy for dairy items, and the butcher for food animal products in the stores. Just less hassles, though we are equipped
here at the farm to do the initial processing, with final processing at the shops, it’s not worth it now.
August 30. All the fuel tanks are full. The Farm Mart gasoline tanks with commercial E85, and the farm gasoline
tanks with pure gasoline. It’s mixed with alcohol from our still to make E85, giving us much more useable gasoline than
the tank size would indicate.
September 6. Field harvests are started. Still hotter than normal, but the equipment and animals are doing
fine. We’re set up so we don’t have to push anything too hard. Equipment, animals, and employees. Pool has received
a huge amount of use this summer. I’m glad I decided to install it.
11. My bug-out Unimog and trailer showed up today. I’ve been getting progress reports on-line since the start. The shop
building it documents everything with digital video cameras and post portions of the video on their website.
I’ve decided to go to the Ozarks to supervise the installation of the shelter system. Radius called
me and said the units are ready for delivery. I asked for turn-key installation and their rep will be coming with a crew to
do the work. I made sure the dirt work would be done by an out-of-the-area company. Don’t really want all the locals
knowing about the shelter.
September 20. Work is coming along. I talk to Teresa almost
every day. She says all everything at the harvest is going great. Checked my personal bank account. Going to have to watch
things. My balance was under a thousand dollars. Of course, the trust fund deposit should be in tomorrow.
September 21. Checked with the bank again. The deposit was made. Have plenty of money again. That was a scary
24 hours. Not like I was penniless, but it almost felt that way.
The work on the shelter
is coming along fine. It is a rather more meticulous process than I thought it would be, with the seismic joints and such.
I called the St. Louis construction company. They’re going to send a team out to build a support and storage unit underground.
It will hold things like the towers and antennas, and some other items that I don’t want to install or store in the
I’m going home tomorrow and will come back when the St. Louis
crew is ready to do the work.
September 22. Teresa was right. Things are going well
here on the farm. Don’t really need me to operate. Everyone knows their job and does it. Got the same temp hands back
we had last year for the harvest. The bunkhouse was put to use again, more so than last spring when it was first ready. Gasoline
prices have skyrocketed and the commute, short as it is for most of them, is a serious drain on the workers finances.
They get quite a bit more in perks when they stay here, too, besides just saving gasoline. We still have a
bit of potential wastage of fresh foods from the Farm Marts and it is prepared and served for a nominal fee to the employees.
They get to use the pool, and the rec room in the bunkhouse has a big-screen TV, games, a library, and such to keep them occupied
when they aren’t working.
We’re getting inquiries almost every day now about
jobs here on the farm. We’ve becoming known as a good employer. I heard that Wade fired one of his hands that put in
an application here when he found out about it. Didn’t really need another hand at the moment, but he was a very experienced
man and I felt responsible for him loosing his job. With the economy still slowing down, it is hard for people to find productive
October 2. Got back to the shelter site. The St. Louis crew is scheduled to
be here tomorrow. The bug-out Unimog is working just fine for its intended purpose. Haven’t really used any of its capabilities,
other than driving it here and using the motorhome aspects of it while staying here on the shelter property.
October 23. Been a while, I guess. The work on the shelter support underground room went okay. The orders
I’d pout in for supplies and other equipment came in and I stayed a few days longer to get everything put away in the
shelter and the support room.
The more time I spend here the more I think I’ll
build a small home. But I’m worried about security. The shelter and underground room have camouflaged armored accesses,
so I’m not worried about them. Having a more or less conventional house might be different. I need to think on this
The referendum about the Independence of Taiwan vote has been postponed.
October 28. Back at the farm now. My Unimog is refueled, restocked, and ready to go if needed.
Teresa told me Wade has been snooping around again. Trying to hire away some of our hands, in retaliation
to what he thinks I did to him. But he must be a real cheapskate, because he isn’t offering as much as I’m paying,
and is unpleasant even when he’s trying to recruit someone.
November 9. Still
haven’t had any rain since early this spring. Harvest is finishing up nicely. Patricia’s horses and oxen work
has been excellent. Her and her two hands have done yeoman service in the fields while still handling the food animals.
November 28. Had a great Thanksgiving feast here on the farm. More of the hands brought their families out
to spend the holiday than went in to their families’ places. I’m having a hard time figuring out who belongs to
whom. Decided to put a solar greenhouse over the pool with solar heating system to make it useable in the winter. Overheard
a couple of the hands saying how much they’d use it if it was protected from the weather.
25. Had a Christmas party around the newly enclosed pool. Life is good.
New Year again. Times Square was hit last night with a radiation bomb. The bomb itself killed over a thousand people and the
radioactive materials used are nasty. The experts are saying that many people got radiation doses high enough to make them
somewhat sick, though probably not fatal doses. The final determination about how long the Square will be off limits is still
up in the air. No claim of responsibility yet.
I am so glad I have done what I have.
Had it not been for that old man in the hospital when I was there, there isn’t much telling what I’d be doing
now, or where. There is a chance I could have been in the Square when that bomb went off. It was one of my teenage goals to
do sometime. Like going to Mardi Gras in Rio. May still do that.
Everyone on the farm
is really shaken. Several of them have told me how glad they are to be working here. Many of them are well aware that this
farm is one of the safest places to be in case of most troubles.
January 2. The US
military sank a private yacht two-hundred-fifty miles off shore of New York this morning. The President had a press conference
to announce the fact. The evidence the military has is that the yacht was used to bring the radiation bomb into New York.
The yacht was registered to one of the royal family of Saudi Arabia. This could get serious. Saudi Arabia is threatening to
cut off oil exports to the US, but hasn’t done it yet
The futures price of oil
went over two-hundred dollars. Current spot price is one-twenty.
January 3. Saudi
Arabia cut off diplomatic relations with the US and ordered tankers currently carrying crude to the US to turn back. The President
ordered the Navy to board the ships and keep them headed this way.
Venezuela cut off
their oil to us. Iran, apparently, attacked several of the Iraqi oil fields, destroying some oil production capability, but
losing all the assets they used in the attack, according to official Whitehouse announcements.
of the temporary hands called and asked if they could come out and stay at the farm, with their families, if things got worse.
I had Nancy and Toni give them the okay, with instructions to start gathering up as much shelf-stable food as they could to
bring with them. I certainly have the supplies to support everyone for quite a while, but I’m not going to just do it
and let the people think they have no responsibilities.
January 4. Things are still
tense, but nothing else major has happened.
January 5. Ditto the last entry.
January 6. A coup has occurred in Saudi Arabia. The reports are coming in that it was orchestrated by Iran.
It seems logical to me. Iran just announced the creation of a new Persian Empire and asked all predominately Arab and predominately
Moslem countries join them. Some already are.
January 7. Can’t really describe
the tension here on the farm. People are really scared. With good reason, I guess. Quite surprisingly, both the Soviet Union
and China have recognized the new Persian Empire. So did the UN on a marginal vote. India has erupted in civil war between
the Moslem and non-Moslem populations.
January 10. Things are calming down, though
fuel prices at the pump literally doubled. I’m having Elizabeth arrange weekly deliveries of fuel to the Farm Marts
to keep them topped off, and had Teresa order the fuel to top off the farm tanks. May or may not get the fuel on a timely
basis, but the orders are in.
We were notified that the prices of most of the chemicals
we use, and fertilizers, will probably be double, too.
January 12. Something is going
on. There were no voice bites from politicians today at all, unlike the previous few days of heated discussion of fault, and
what the US should be doing in response to the Persian Empire situation.
18. Got in our fuel and were told we wouldn’t be getting any more for the foreseeable future on the farm. The Farm Marts
would be allocated a limited amount. Henry is going to fire up the biodiesel equipment again and keep our main working tank
topped off. Though we’ve been treating the fuel with Pri-D and Pri-G as we got deliveries, Teresa was able to order
and get quite a bit of both for future use.
January 20. Still very little official
word from the Whitehouse on the situation in the Middle East. Fuel at the pumps went up again by half. Over nine dollars a
gallon for 87 octane gasoline and almost eleven for on-road diesel. We’re sitting pretty here on the farm.
February 1. Things are getting serious! A news conference FEMA put on had a bunch of double speak at first.
Then, to my amazement, another spokesman came on… A woman, actually... not that it makes any difference… But she
was giving instructions to the entire US population to start storing food for a minimum of two weeks and for a month if at
February 5. There are riots all over the country with people trying
to stock up on food. The shelves emptied in two days in most places and deliveries are being hijacked for profit and just
ambushed and the food taken by small groups.
Even the Farm Marts were denuded of the
fresh food, and what shelf-stable I let Elizabeth keep on the display shelves. I had Elizabeth hire a security agency to supply
a 24/7 guard on the Cape store. A couple of the hands are ex-military and are keeping an eye on the shop here at the farm.
Part of the reason for the guards is I’m limiting purchases of food to a couple
of days worth. We were the first to do that and are getting a regular stream of people in. Though the guards at the Cape store
are only letting one person in at a time. I went in to see how things were going and ran into Hollister getting some food.
I think I can quote him accurately. “I see why you wanted the security components of the building. The people outside…
some of them could get violent. How’d you know this would happen?”
him it was just my nature to expect the worst. He thanked me for having the place and keeping it open and stocked, even with
just the fresh food. He’s keeping his current canned goods in reserve, he said. Trying to add to them, but the other
stores in town are out of both fresh and shelf-stable canned and packaged food. His family will live on the fresh food for
as long as it lasts.
February 9. Things seem to be calming down. I don’t know
if it is because the situation is better, or if the President realized what the FEMA announcement had done to the country.
Three days ago a different FEMA spokesperson announced that two-weeks supplies were more than adequate and those that couldn’t
afford more, a three-day supply should be adequate. No mention of the fact that the shelves were still empty.
February 11. The immediate food crisis seems to be in hand now. Food is disappearing pretty quickly when it
is delivered, but the deliveries are getting through, and lasting a couple of days. Fuel is still expensive.
February 13. Got a bit of snow. First moisture in months, and it is very little. An inch of snow, if I remember
what I’ve read, is equal to about a tenth of inch of rain. Not very much for a farm. I decided to have Teresa start
filling the Rainstore3 tank with the pumps to at least three-quarters full.
19. The President announced today that several formerly off-limits oil fields will now be opened to drilling and production.
Fuel costs are expected to stay at the levels they are now until those fields come on line in the next few years.
Stock market down, bonds going crazy, gold up. What more is there to say?
20. Not much in the way of change. Was told the farm would be allowed to order fuel based on the number of acres we’re
farming. I almost told them we had enough on our own, but things will get worse in my opinion. I’m going to take what
they will allow me.
March 1. Still no measurable precip. Fuel still limited and very
expensive. Elizabeth tells me we’ve developed quite a clientele in both Farm Marts, even with the limited variety we
According to Teresa we have more applicants than ever for the temp jobs, with
many of them wanting full time work.
March 15. The Ides of March. The new Persian
Empire has declared war on Israel and the United States, though the announcement was not followed up by military action. The
Main Stream Media (MSM) talking head consensus is that it is just symbolic. The New Persia is asking the UN to mediate the
situation, with the intention of bringing the land that makes up Israel back into the Persian Empire as it once was.
March 16. The President has announced that the US will stand behind Israel and under no circumstances will
the country be dissolved and the land come under New Persia rule, UN involvement or not. There has been no official response
from the government of Israel. Un-official sources are saying that Israel is readying her nuclear arsenal and will launch
an all out attack with them at any move to take the country by UN legal maneuverings or by force of arms.
March 17. Everyone is tense over the Middle East situation.
18. A little rain. Still over twenty inches off the mark for the last year and a half. The situation in the Middle East is
getting more tense. The US is sending another Carrier Battle Group to the area. The troops still in Iraq are at high alert.
I know good and well the intelligence services must have the same information I’m
getting from Amateur Radio Operators in the far east about China’s buildup across the straight from Taiwan on talk of
the referendum that was postponed being rescheduled for October, but there has been no mention of it in the MSM.
On top of that, Russia is making noises about returning to a communist form of government. Several of the
Republics are doing the same thing.
March 27. Everyone is staying close to the farm
while the situations overseas are still so volatile. Ground prep is going well. Though we have two years worth of chemicals
and fertilizer in stock, I still bought enough for the year at the new prices. Don’t know how some of the other farms
are managing with the costs of fuel, fertilizers, and chemicals double what they were.
10. I just reread the last entry. The comment about some of the other farms not being able to manage is true. Land in coming
on to the market, as is quite a bit of farm equipment. I’m debating on getting some more land, and the equipment to
April 13. Came to my senses. With the price increases of everything, it
would be foolish to use all my capital to get the land. None of it is contiguous to my current holdings and would require
additional investment, over and above basic farming costs, due to the distance from the farm to the other fields.
I have decided to go ahead and build the vacation home in the Ozarks. I’m having serious thoughts that
it might be difficult to get done in the future. I think what triggered it, besides not tying up too much operating capital,
was finding a log home site on the internet. I’d never thought about the vacation home in terms of a log home, but seeing
what’s available I kind of fell in love with the idea, since I don’t have to worry about incorporating much in
the way of preps in it, because of the shelter.
April 19. The information I ordered
on the internet about the log home company came in. They’ll build just about anything that is practical. Which, from
the illustrations in the packet of information, means lavishness. I don’t want that, though I do want some specific
I’m working on the plans this evening.
world situation is bad, but stable. The economy still on the down slide. That’s another reason to build now. I don’t
think house prices will go down much more. The builders won’t e able to make a profit. Just like I got the trucks for
the farm, I’m going to get the vacation home while I can.
April 25. Still here
and still farming. Still running a bit scared. Things aren’t better. They just aren’t worse. Finalized my design
on the house and e-mailed it to the log house company for their architects to turn it into a set of plans and start cutting
and building it at their facility. Then they’ll dismantle it, deliver it, and set it up. When they send back the final
plans, I’ll go and get the foundation and other preliminaries done so there will be no delay in getting the house up.
April 30. Teresa told me today that she and her boyfriend are getting married. Scared
me at first, but she was quick to assure me that she would be staying with the farm. Her future husband is a commodities trader,
believe it or not, and can work at home.
The farm is doing well, as are the two Farm
Marts. The greenhouses are real moneymakers. The world situation is stable, I think. The inflation has slowed, and the recession
seems to be bottoming out. The weather, on the other hand, is still dry. We are definitely in a period of drought.
May 10. Got the plans back from the log house company. I’m headed out tomorrow to the Ozarks. Called
the contractor I intend to use, and he’s available immediately. Eager for the business actually.
July 31. Wow! Didn’t realize it had been so long. Lot of things happened since May. Been really busy.
Teresa is married and her husband all moved in. The vacation house is up, but the interior isn’t quite finished. Wound
up deciding to add a few things to the property. The house is the same as I intended, with inner and outer log walls, with
insulation and fill between them.
The additions are a large greenhouse on the property,
a boat ramp and dock on the lake, an enclosed pool with pool house. Planted a bunch of fruit and nut trees, and some berry
patches handy to the house site, and planted a guerilla garden like I read about in one of the stories on the internet.
There is another U500 on order for use on the property, as well as a Toolcat, both with several implements,
though not quite the selection I have here on the farm. The U500 will be another non-electronic controlled one like my bug-out
rig. Elmer is going to convert another ROKON Ranger to a Hatz diesel like the ones here.
a thousand gallon diesel tank and a five hundred gallon gasoline tank installed underground for my personal use. They are
in addition to the ten-thousand gallon diesel and one-thousand gallon gasoline underground tanks for the shelter.
Plan to get a boat, but don’t know what yet. Heading back there tomorrow.
to close the journal, but I should record the fact that the Taiwanese referendum vote on Independence is on October 31.
August 31. Got back a couple of days ago. The vacation house is complete, furnished, equipped, and supplied.
Every door and window has high-security shutters, closed and locked. The house and property are wired for security and fire
alarms with cellular tie in to the security company and the police. It’s as safe as it can be without a 24/7 guard presence.
September 10. The internet, still up in most of the world, though not all, has come through for me again. Found
the boat I want for the lake. It’s a McGreggor 26 motor sailor. That’s right. Motor sailor. Trailerable. Fifty
horse Mercury outboard, with a Mercury 9.9 backup/trolling motor, and a full sail fit. Prepper’s dream on a lake like
this. Picking it up in a couple of days. Assuming the world doesn’t blow up and I get to.
Decided to get something besides
just the Unimog for the vacation house. That ol’ internet again. Found a website describing a diesel conversion of a
Jeep Wrangler. Non-electric diesel, no less. Should be fine for just tooling around the area. The same shop that did the work
on the bug-out U500 will do the engine swap on a new Wrangler.
Things just are not improving.
But they aren’t getting worse that I can see. People are on edge all the time. They aren’t panic buying food and
things now, but the numbers of new members of the prep websites is really growing. People are scared. I wonder if this was
the way Europeans felt before World War II?
September 16. Took the Sally Sue, my
new McGreggor 26, named after my mother, to the lake and took an initial run. Didn’t raise the sails. Probably won’t
do that until I can spend a few days. Went from the Ozarks to check on the conversion of the Wrangler. It’ll be done
in a few days.
September 24. Took the bug-out Unimog, without the trailer, to get
the finished Wrangler. I had drive shaft disconnects installed so I can tow it. It’s now equipped and stocked, locked
in the big workshop garage with the site U500, Toolcat, and McGreggor. I’ve not seen any signs of attempted break ins
October 1. Harvest is in full swing. Another good one, thankfully.
Sent off the fall crop of animals to market.
I’m really worried about China and
Taiwan. The Independence referendum is less than a month away. Reports are coming in that China is building up even more troops
on the coast. They’ve had a very heavy presence there since the initial referendum. I’ve been wracking my brain
trying to figure out what else I can do to be ready for a worse case scenario. Nuclear war with China, if they attack Taiwan
and the US intervenes.
The only thing I can think of is to go ahead and get a ‘tradesmen’s’
work building built. I’ve stocked all kinds of tradesmen’s tools, equipment, and supplies. Not for me to use,
but for anyone that is interested, after the balloon goes up. Things that I, along with plenty of other people, will need
when current manufactured supplies run out. If it ever comes to that.
Hollister came out to look over my plans for the Tradesmen’s Workplace. It’ll be built behind the Farm Mart here
on the farm. He said he can get it done in six weeks. I told him to get all the materials delivered as soon as possible, even
those he won’t need until the finishing touches go on.
October 7. Hollister
came out today and started the work on the Tradesmen’s Workplace. He assured me that everything needed for the building
would be here in about a week.
I’m more restless than I’ve ever been in my
life. I can’t shake the feeling that the world is moving toward the brink. But what else can I do? I’ve prepped
away millions of dollars, but I can’t do anything to stop what’s coming!
13. The work on the Tradesmen’s Workplace is coming along nicely. The weather is cooperating for the building as well
as the harvest, but this drought is getting very serious. If we didn’t have the irrigation capability that we do, the
commercial crops would have been only half the production that we have.
China warned the US today not to bring the second Carrier Battle Group any closer than it already was to Taiwan. Russia is
silent, with reports coming in that her military is going on high alert.
One of the hands,
Alvin, that lives in town, told me that Wade has been talking big. He got a great deal of the land that came on the market
and is now back up to the acreage he had before I came on the scene.
emergency drills, specifically for use in case of a nuclear attack. Some of the hands are grateful for being where they are
relatively safe. Some of the others seem angry. I guess that is their way of dealing with stress. Two or three more have come
to me and asked if their extended families could come out. I gave them the same instructions I had before. Immediate family
and bring food. As much as they can.
October 17. The US halted the progress of the
second carrier group, but it is circling out in the ocean at the line of demarcation that China set. Two weeks before the
vote in Taiwan. Will China wait? Do we have two weeks? Less? More? I don’t know, and the not knowing is tying me up
in knots. Having the preps that I do, I shouldn’t be worrying. But, from many of the posts on the prep forums, and the
things I’m hearing on the Amateur Bands, I’m not alone among preppers still worrying about the immediate future.
October 20. Eleven more days. Hollister asked me for an advance on the project, in
foodstuffs and cash, to try and get his family ready. The small amount of earthwork he needed to do here is long finished
and he put one of his boys on the backhoe, he told me, to dig a fallout shelter at his house. Made me think how fortunate
we are here at the farm.
October 21. Ten days to go. One of the guys asked to borrow
one of the Unimogs with backhoe, to dig a shelter in town for his wife’s brother’s family. I thought about it
and decided we could spare the equipment from the harvest. I sent a Unimog with backhoe and front bucket in, pulling a trailer
with one of the Toolcats, also with backhoe, under Elmer’s supervision, to dig slit trenches or build up the outside
foundations for houses with basements, for any employee’s family.
Getting requests from other locals to dig shelters for them. Told Henry to go in with a couple more people to help Elmer,
primarily as moral backup, and an element of security. Elmer had radioed that people were getting insistent that Elmer drop
the project he was on to go do theirs.
October 24. Went in myself. Elmer was right.
Even with the crew there that I sent in, people are going crazy to get shelters installed. Even the simplest trench with doors
overhead to support the dirt roof.
October 25. Thinking about pulling the guys home.
It is getting to the point of real danger to them to be there in town.
Went in and rounded up everyone associated with the farm and brought them out, except for the Farm Mart, which still has a
October 30. Still working on the harvest. It is going well. Wish I could
say the same about everything else.
October 31. Writing this in the middle of the
day, instead of night, like most of the other entries. The Taiwanese Independence Referendum passed last night. Night for
us, with the time difference. Just waiting to see what the Mainland Chinese Communist government will do.
November 1. Things are still uncertain. China has not made a move, except to mass more troops on the shore
of the Strait. US forces are holding position. The Amateur Bands are quiet. Shortwave news stations are just as bad as our
own MSM talking heads. Conjecture and unsubstantiated rumors.
November 2. China has
announced that Taiwan will be given a chance to rescind the referendum. Two months. Taiwan must renounce their independence
and come into the fold with mainland China. Or else. If they only hadn’t added the requirement to rejoin Mainland China
I would be a lot more relieved. Don’t think I can relax for the two months though. Just don’t trust the Chinese.
November 3. More bad news. The UN is seriously considering disenfranchising Israel
and recognizing the New Persian Empire’s authority over the area. There has been no official response from Israel.
November 5. Hollister is almost finished with the Tradesmen’s Workplace. Things still tense the world
November 10. Still nothing has happened. At least not publicly. There are rumors
that some secret deals have been cut with China and Taiwan to keep the peace.
12. The rumors were wrong. China has reiterated their ultimatum for Taiwan to rejoin Mainland China politically or else.
December 4. Hasn’t been much to record. The crop harvest is done. The animal feed silos are full. Hay
lofts are full, and there are three tarped stacks of bales in the field. The greenhouses are producing well, with the two
Farm Marts selling much of it with the rest going to commercial dealers. The food animal went to the sale a couple of days
ago and fetched premium prices.
Patricia bought two additional bulls and another boar
to give some extra genetic diversity to our herds, just in case. The chicken flocks already have five different strains, so
we’re pretty good there already.
December 7. Got a bit of snow. An inch or
so. First moisture in some time.
December 14. The US officially devalued the dollar
this past week and the European Union did the same thing today, with the euro.
dumped huge amounts of US dollar investments, sending Wall Street into a new panic. Gold prices jumped to over a thousand
dollars an ounce, up from eight twenty seven.
December 21. Christmas Party here at
the farm today. Another simple gift exchange. Was nice, but I can tell people are nervous about the world situation. Several
of the temps have asked to stay here until things settle down, assuming they do. One of them even offered to work for free
if she can stay and bring her boyfriend out, too. I said she could.
Christmas day. Nothing out of the ordinary. Nice Christmas. Quiet. Patricia, Teresa, Henry, and I took care of the animals
so the other hands could take the day off completely.
January 1. Another New Year.
A couple days until the Chinese deadline for Taiwan. Everyone is staying close to the farm. I had Elizabeth close the Cape
Farm Mart. The guard would keep an eye on the shuttered shop.
January 2. Taiwan has
made no attempt to rescind the referendum. China put an amphibious force in the Strait. The US Carrier Task Forces are both
headed in. China warned the President again. The New Persian Empire is moving on Israel, after secretly staging men and materiel
near the boarder for the last two months.
January 7. This may be a bit hard to read
in the future, my hands are shaking so bad. Finally had a minute to catch up my thoughts of the last few days. We’re
at war with China. Nuclear war.
It started the night of the second, (local time), when
US carrier based aircraft joined Taiwanese in an attack on the approaching Mainland Chinese amphibious forces. We still had
coverage from the reporters imbedded with the Navy up until late morning. Then nothing.
six o’clock that evening, the NOAA National Weather Service All Hazards alert radio sounded off with instructions for
people to seek shelter. There were inbound missiles. That was the only warning we had.
herded everyone into the basement shelters, after doing a shut down/lock down according to the plans Teresa and I wrote some
time ago. Most are here in the farm office shelter, with three large family groups occupying the two apartment shelters, and
the bunkhouse shelter. Patricia and four of her hands took shelter in the animal barns to be able to take care of them.
The barns, like all the other buildings, have thick concrete ceilings, with peaked metal roofs. The roofs
have wash down systems so there is very little fallout on the roofs for any length of time, so the animals are protected fairly
well from fallout radiation, just not as well as we are.
I stayed in the office, after
arming myself with a rifle in addition to the pistol I carry all the time I’m on the farm, to monitor the situation
and let in any latecomers. And, if necessary, get rid of any people that wanted in, after we filled up, if we did.
I had my pocket radiation alarm with me, so I could take shelter as soon as fallout arrived. I mostly just
walked around, hoping it was all a big mistake. About twenty minutes after the alarm a string of vehicles showed up at the
gate. I didn’t know everyone, but each one identified themselves as relatives, or acquaintances, of my employees. We
had the space. I let them all in.
Commercial power went out shortly after that and the
shelters went on battery power. Don’t know if it was a HEMP device, or destruction of the grid, or what. Part of the
shutdown/lockdown procedure was the isolation of the radios in their faraday cages.
was a deep black night with the power out. I stayed outside, despite Teresa asking me to come into the shelter repeatedly.
I’m glad I stayed out. A group of people showed up on foot about midnight. Said they’d been on their way when
their vehicles just quit running. I heard them coming, in the cold night air, the silence they broke just as icy.
I was at the gate to talk to them when they made it that far. I couldn’t believe it. It was Wade and
his family, demanding entry. Somehow the word had gone around that I had shelter space galore and was welcoming anyone that
Employee’s families that had arrived earlier had just about filled us
up. But I couldn’t turn away the children. I might have let Wade in, if we’d had room. I don’t know for
sure. But we were out of space. I told him I’d let the children in, with their mothers, and any pregnant women, but
he and the other men and women would have to seek shelter elsewhere.
He pulled a gun
on me! I didn’t have the gate open and I don’t know what went through his head. I stepped back behind the protection
of the gate post and lifted my rifle. I put a round over his head and people started running.
would have let the women and children in. And I called to them to come back, but Wade was firing in my general direction.
I couldn’t bring myself to just shoot him where he stood, so I put a couple more rounds over his head and he finally
took off running after the others, cursing me loudly and vowing to get me.
some of them would come back, I stayed near the gate and waited and watched. I could hear Wade haranguing them to hurry up.
Fallout started twelve hours after the alarm went off. My pocket alarm started sounding
and I went into the farm office shelter after dusting myself off.
I thought we were going
to get lucky, since the initial readings were so low, but they rapidly climbed to over three hundred roentgen per hour.
We have a crank-up AM/FM/NWS radio we can connect to a wire antenna outside the shelter. All we get on it
is static. We check every half hour or so for news.
Everyone seems to be adjusting to
shelter life. Though I didn’t put tunnels between the different basements, they are connected with hard-wired, sound-powered
telephones. Each shelter checks in with us here in the office shelter every half hour or so.
think the shelters being so large, with tall ceilings, finished in light colors, the flat-screen TV and DVD player in each
shelter, plus board games, and cards and such, is making the stay much easier on everyone.
is a wide variety of food, with these first few days seeing us use up the fresh foods we brought down with us.
Don’t know what the future will bring.
January 14. Been a week
in the shelter. Radiation is down under one roentgen per hour. I suited up this morning in protective gear and took a radiation
survey meter out to take a look around the property. Patricia and her hands have been going up into the animal barns once
a day, but this was the first time I let anyone go outside. When we do leave the shelters, Patricia and her people will be
the last ones out, because of their initial exposures.
I climbed one of the antenna towers
and took a good look around. I could see several vehicles down where our gravel road met the county road. I assumed they were
the vehicles that Wade and his group had been in. I wondered what had happened to them. Not so much Wade, as the women and
February 21. Not much to say about the shelter stay. The radiation is down
under 0.10 roentgens per hour, and we all came out of the shelters for a while. First Elmer, Henry, and I went out and completely
decontaminated the areas around the buildings, plus paths between them.
glad to get outside for a while. As far as radiation levels go, it is relatively safe, but I’m insisting that everyone
continue to sleep in the shelters for a while longer. We lost quite a bit in the greenhouse, but all the animals came through
fine, as far as we can tell.
We started immediately cleaning up the greenhouse and getting
things replanted. Several people are anxious to get to their own homes to see what, if any, damage was done. But of all the
employee’s vehicles, and their families’ vehicles, there were only three that would start.
We had extra electronics for the Unimogs, but they weren’t needed. The reinforced masonry construction
of the equipment barns and garages protected them and the other farm vehicles from what I’m sure was a HEMP. At least
When I knew everything was under control, we took out the farm vehicles, rigged
each one with a tow strap, and a bunch of us headed out, pulling the inoperable vehicles of the guests. I went with the group
that went into Cape.
I had talked to Henry and Elmer, plus a few of the hands that had
military experience and asked them if they would agree to go armed. All of them said yes, so I opened up the arsenal in the
farm office shelter and handed out rifles, shotguns, and handguns, with some load bearing equipment. Both groups that left
had at least three armed people with them.
We didn’t need the weapons. There were
survivors here and there, out and about, all looking for food. But peaceful. We let them know that the Farm Mart would be
open in a couple of days with fresh food.
With everyone that wanted to leave the farm
delivered, with their vehicles, we headed back to the farm.
I had Teresa monitoring the
airwaves with a broadband receiver while we were gone. She told me all she heard the entire time was static, except for our
business band radios, which worked just fine locally.
February 28. Another week post
war. It is amazing how resilient people are. We were in good shape here at the farm. The others that survived had very few
of our advantages. Several of them were people that we’d dug shelters for, or banked earth against their exposed basement
walls for shelter.
Despite the losses we had in the greenhouses for lack of care when
we were in the shelter, there was plenty of fresh produce to distribute. Which is what we did at the two Farm Marts. We kept
a record, for future accounting, but didn’t charge anything for food. There hasn’t been much call for things,
except food. I think that is going to change, soon.
Still no word from any government
authority. Not even the city fathers. I didn’t know any of them, but those that did said they hadn’t survived,
despite the shelter in the city hall. Apparently the air intakes weren’t baffled and they drew fallout into the shelter
from the very first. They must not have checked inside the shelter with their survey meter, the way we did, just to check.
There are bodies everywhere in the city, many of them in some type of expedient shelter
that wasn’t adequate. Others were just lying in bed and, the best we could determine, simply gave up, laid down, and
let dehydration take them.
Still don’t know if any of Wade’s group survived,
March 1. We’re started decontaminating the fields, starting with the
fields for the animal based farming, and then the Unimog farming based acreage. We’ll get to the major commercial fields
later. I’m not sure I want to plant non-food items, especially that much of it, anyway. It could all go to waste.
March 2. A couple of the hands that are jackleg mechanics found the owner of the auto parts store still alive
and took him to his store. They were able to round up electronic parts to get four of the employee vehicles going, for a month’s
worth of food for the store owner and his family.
March 4. Had our first real trouble
today. At the Cape Farm Mart. It was Wade. He went in demanding food and a lot of other things. I’d sent a couple of
the guys in to operate the store, worried about the ladies working there alone. The security guard was no where to be found.
Jeremy told me that Wade made a big fuss, and then threatened them with a gun. Jeremy was in the check out booth
and Gary in the office. Neither were too worried about the gun Wade had, since they were in protected spaces and were armed
themselves with weapons I provided. Both showed their weapons and Wade shot at Jeremy, Jeremy told me. The bullet is lodged
in the lexan.
the bullet didn’t penetrate Wade ran out of the store, cursing, again vowing to get me. Jeremy also told me that Wade
didn’t look good. He looked drawn, weak, and his hair was falling out.
going to have to do something about him. I won’t let my people be endangered like that.
9. No more problems from Wade. But people are beginning to realize what has happened. There are no more deliveries of food
from Texas and California and Florida. Gasoline deliveries from the coastal refineries. Clothes from Penny’s. No more
Wal-Mart. No more city water and city sewer. No more electricity. Not unless they can make it themselves.
Places like the Wal-Mart and Penny’s… The Albertsons and Safeway… Delivery trucks for miles
both north and south of Cape. Everything has been looted. I’d read about it in the PAW fiction on the internet, but
didn’t really think it would be this bad. Because things weren’t just looted. Much of what remained was destroyed
in some way. Often burned.
I still want to do a systematic search in the area, for everything
useable. But I’m leery about being considered a looter myself. We have so much here at the farm that people are already
starting to get angry at us for having what they don’t. Even a couple of the hands are making noises like I’m
not being fair in some way for having what I have.
March 10. I don’t know what
to do about Ellie and Grover. They were caught loading up one of the Unimogs with food, intending to take it into town and
give it away. It’s not like I’m not doing the same thing, but in an organized way, one person in the Farm Mart
at a time, a limit of a week’s worth of fresh food at a time. They said they were just going to give the food to people
in the street.
They’re both still here, not exactly under guard, but working in
the greenhouses with other people that can keep an eye on them.
The guys in town at the
Farm Mart are telling me that people coming in aren’t satisfied with what they are getting. They want more and want
to know why we don’t have more manufactured goods and foods, instead of just the fresh foods.
wanted things to settle down before I started moving meat and dairy through the Farm Marts. The fresh milk we’ve been
producing, that we haven’t used at the farm, has been going to the hogs. Same with the eggs. One of the problems is
that people will need to bring in their own containers. As far as the fresh meat, there really isn’t any reason not
to start butchering and making it available. But unlike the greenhouse fresh produce, I’m not prepared to just give
But how are people going to pay me? No one wants currency, and I’m not
going to take it, either. Not too many people have gold or silver to trade. We’re keeping track of the fresh food, the
idea being for the people to do some labor for the farm. But what about my regular employees? They are more than adequate,
especially if I take on their relatives, to run the farm and produce everything we can.
20. Started selling dairy and meat at the Farm Marts using barter slips. So many hours of basic labor for the different food
items. Fresh produce, too. The guys tell me it’s not going over too well. People that have been getting the produce,
just giving their name to be listed in a ledger, are objecting to signing a barter slip agreeing to do the specified amount
March 21. I’ve decided to take a hard line on the selling of our
farm products. Ditto the fuel at the Farm Marts. Labor barter slips, gold, silver, firewood, guns, ammunition, and a whole
list of tools, equipment, and certain supplies. I’ll take food and fuel in return for other things if people do have
them and need other things.
People have offered fancy TVs, inoperable vehicles, jewelry,
and other pre-war valuables. I don’t want any of that type of merchandise.
31. Getting some information from Amateurs around the world as the atmosphere ionization continued to fade. It isn’t
good. There must have been more to the war than just China and the US exchanging nukes. Besides China getting hammered, many
European countries were hit with nukes, as was Russia and some of the republics. Even countries in South America and Africa
were hit. The Middle East is apparently one big slab of glass.
Not getting anything from
the New England area, Florida, or to our due northwest. The fallout from the missile silos in that direction must have mostly
missed us. Canada took a few hits, as did Alaska, but there seem to be a lot of survivors up north.
Gulf coast was hit hard. So was California. Nearly everywhere has direct effect or fallout in the rest of the country.
April 4. There was an attack on the Farm Mart on the edge of Cape. I’m so mad I could spit! Wade again.
But he wasn’t alone. He just incited it and made off with a lot of the goods in the open area of the shop. The guys
had orders not to fire unless they were fired upon. They had to sit in their protected areas and watch as a working pickup
truck pulled the security screen off the front doors and then rammed through the heavy glass. People poured in and took everything
in the front of the store, Nick said. But, like the office and check out stand, the access to the rear storeroom is armored.
No one got into it.
To top it off, Wade took the pickup and battered the fuel dispenser,
trashing it. The pumps were off and there was no spillage. But he effectively put the fuel stored in the tanks out of their
reach. I plan to recover it, but for the moment, I’m going to make sure they can’t get it, when I go in to clean
out the Farm Mart.
April 5. Took two of the Unimogs in to the Farm Mart to clean
everything out of the storeroom, as well as the radios and such. One of the U500’s had the front bucket attached. The
first thing I did was to remove the destroyed fuel dispenser and cap the pipes. Next, I buried the pump island under a five-foot
high mound of dirt I dug up nearby.
We loaded up everything in the storeroom, and then
stripped the solar panels off the roof. The last thing we loaded up was the backup generator. I left that place stripped of
anything anyone would want.
There’s still fifty-four-thousand gallons of E85 gasoline
and eighteen-thousand gallons of diesel in the underground tanks.
April 6. Had a
near mob situation at the Farm Mart here at the farm today. A few people showed up in vehicles, a couple on horses, and over
thirty on foot, looking for food. I made sure we did the transactions the same way as we’d been doing in the Cape shop.
Most of the people seemed to be okay with promising some labor in return for the food. At least most of those actually wanting
goods brought something to put their purchases in. No more ‘plastic or paper?’.
made sure there were armed employees both outside the shop and inside. Let only one person or family in at a time to shop.
There was a handful of people that left empty handed, unwilling to sign the barter slips. I would have thought they would
just sign and ignore it when I called upon them to do the work, whatever it might be.
no signs of government anywhere. No commercial radio, even the clear channel stations. Just the Amateurs I’ve contacted
since the war.
Ellie and Grover tried it again today. I sent them packing with a month
of food and supplies, a full tank of gasoline in their car, and told them not to come back.
getting fed up with people wanting something for nothing from me! That think they should have control of what I’ve built
up over the last few years. It’s not going to happen if I have anything to say about it.
10. The word seems to be getting around that you play my game with my rules, or you don’t play. I don’t like the
fact that it came to that point, but people just… believe they are entitled.
15. Tax day. Already paid mine back in January. I guess a lot of people got off easy this year. Bad joke. Things seem to be
stable. I’m trying to decide what to do with all the labor credits I’ve accumulated. They aren’t going to
mean much if I don’t see that people use them.
April 17. Wade is at it again.
I don’t know how he’s managed to continue living, or even how he survived in the first place, or what’s
going on in his head, but he’s acquired some food. A couple of grocery delivery trucks I suspect… But he’s
taking jewelry; luxury cars, running or not; high end electronics… Things like that. Oh. And two of the things I’m
taking. Guns and ammunition. One of the things he has, that is apparently a big seller, is toilet paper. People are giving
amazing things for a single roll of toilet paper.
I have some in stock for our use, but
it will eventually be gone and have made alternate arrangements. Namely stocking several large packages of ordinary red cotton
shop rags and foot opened small trash cans. The shop rags will be washed and sanitized and reused.
got most of the information from one of my hands whose sister went to Wade for supplies that I haven’t been selling.
April 23. Wade gathering arms and ammunition worries me. Though I find it very difficult
to understand, there are many people angry at me for having what I have. Though I’ve yet to try to collect on any of
the labor debt now owed to me, many people seem to think that it is my responsibility to feed and supply everyone in the area.
I’m trying to do that, but I refuse to just give everything away.
I had good reason to worry. Wade has taken three of my people hostage. Hands that have family in Cape they’ve been supplying
with food, with my blessing. I believe in taking care of the people that work for me.
means I’m going to have to do something. Deal with Wade. He sent word he wanted a parley to discuss me getting my people
May 3. I now know what it is like to be shot. Just able to write now, after
taking a 9mm round in my right bicep during the meeting with Wade. It didn’t go well, but I was prepared. Alison, Jenny,
and Mark were there with Wade and his people. Six of them. But I’d taken Elmer and Henry in with me, at their request,
and we were well armed.
We met on the overpass just outside of Cape. Wade started spouting
off rhetoric that he was the natural leader in the area and it was his destiny to take care of ‘his’ people. I
was to turn over the farming operation to him and just walk away.
He was wearing a holstered
pistol, but he was waving his hands as he talked and I simply pulled my pistol and told him to shut up, and for Alison, Jenny,
and Mark to leave with Elmer and Henry, who had leveled their guns, (Elmer a Remington 11-87P shotgun, Henry a Armalite AR-10
with a hundred round dual drum in it.), covering Wade’s six men.
I was backing
toward the Suburban when one of Wade’s men fired his rifle. It must have missed, because no one else was wounded. Elmer
and Henry opened up at Wade’s men, who I think scattered and ran, and I fired at Wade as he was drawing his gun. I hit
him, I’m sure, but he got me in the arm with one round, though he was running away, looking back and firing away.
We all got into the Suburban, with Henry driving, and got away from there as quick as we could. When we got
back here, and Patricia was tending to my arm, Mark told me that Wade and all his people were wearing soft body armor they’d
looted from the police station. He didn’t think we had a chance. He laughed then and added, “But those guys were
big chickens and ran as soon as our guys started shooting.
I asked Mark what he could
tell me about Wade’s plans and he said, “Not Much.” He, Alison, and Jenny were kept in a locked room from
the time they were caught to when they were brought out to go to the exchange. Mark did tell me, “I think he’s
gone crazy when it comes to you. He had everything his way in this area until you came here. Now, with the radiation sickness
keeping him week as a lamb, he’s furious with you. Blames you for everything. Even the war.”
I don’t know what to do. How do you deal with a man that can’t be reasoned with? One thing is
for sure, we have to be ready here at the farm for anything he might try.
Started spring planting in the animal worked fields and the Unimog fields. Going to hold off the commercial fields to see
how things go. Though I have two years worth of seeds for the commercial crops, I broke out the non-hybrid seeds. We’re
going to grow them, for food, and to get more non-hybrid seed. Kept one of the Unimogs busy building up berms between the
outer line of the buildings. Sort of a breastworks. Just in case.
In the same vein, I
asked that every one at the farm that was comfortable with the idea of using guns against anyone that might attack us come
forward. I was surprised at the number. It was more than I expected. I broke out more of the weapons and ammunition I had
stored back so long ago and did some basic training for those not familiar with guns.
armed people went with every group in the fields, even if the workers had guns. Put a couple of armed people on ROKON’s
to scout out around the outer edges of the original property. The acreage across the road will just have to defend itself.
Have two guards in the Farm Mart here at the farm, too. There is a steady
trickle of people coming in for food. Even some fuel for those with older vehicles that survived the EMP. Some owners of newer
vehicles had found the parts they needed at the auto store to get their vehicles running.
going into Cape has to go with an armed entourage, despite the extra fuel it takes. There were only a few that wanted to,
and that was to convince their families to come out here. We’re pretty much full up again now.
May 16. Things have been quiet. Getting a lot of work done. The new defenses around the building complex are
done. Couple of the guys, and one woman, with Gulf War experience are leading three small squads of armed people, keeping
a continuous watch out for trouble. Besides Wade’s vendetta against me, there are reports of bandits working the area.
They may or may not be some of Wade’s followers. I just know we’re a prime target, but we’re getting the
word out through people coming to the Farm Mart that we are armed and ready for any trouble that might come our way.
May 23. We were attacked in force today. I believe it was Wade and his people, though there was no hard evidence
of the fact. There were at least twenty people, according to my combat experts. They were armed with a hodgepodge of weapons,
mostly hunting type guns.
None of my people were wounded, due to the quick action of
the security teams. They spotted the group coming and had everyone inside the compound and the armed squads on the breastworks,
ready for the attack by the time the attackers started firing.
Something that I’d
always had second thoughts about having purchased proved their worth today. I’d picked up a pair of Barrett M82A1 .50
BMG semi-auto rifles with very expensive Swarovski scopes. Dave Stubbens, one of the ex-GI’s had assigned two of the
most experienced hunters sniper duty with the Barretts. They broke the back of the attack before it ever really got started.
We haven’t gone to check on their casualties, thinking it would be too dangerous,
but the guys are sure they got at least three people and two vehicles. The big .50 Browning Machine Gun bullets do major damage
to engines when they connect with one. Kind of hated the idea of putting out of commission working vehicles, but this is apparently
a local war now, and tough choices must be made.
May 25. Heard that it was, in fact,
Wade’s people that had attacked us. From one of the very few people that have come to the Farm Mart in the last two
days. Wade is warning people off from coming here. There are a few hardy souls out there that openly defy him. All go armed.
May 27. No rest for the wicked, I suppose. We were attacked again. The night of the
26th. Don’t think it was Wade this time. It was a sneak attack. I think they were after the horses, primarily, plus
anything else they might run across in the process. Despite our patrols, three men got over the fence into the compound and
were in the working animal barn when they were discovered. They tried to fight and the guards killed two of them, again without
a scratch. But what do I do with the third one? For the moment, he’s locked up, under guard, in the supply barn.
May 29. Took Tim Ferguson, the third would be horse thief into Cape and turned him over to the three person
police force that had developed to combat petty crime, that were no longer petty under the circumstances. The force consists
of one of the Deputy Sheriffs that survived, and two Cape Police Officers that also survived. They’d been lying low,
taking care of their families, unaware of one another until each was told about the others coming here to the Farm Mart. I
guess, with three of them, they decided they could be an effective force, while reducing the risk of being alone in trying
to enforce some semblance of law.
I contributed enough food to take care of the prisoner
until something was decided about dealing with him, and contributed more food and some fuel to the small police force. They
wouldn’t take action outside the city limits of Cape, even though one was a Deputy Sheriff. We were still on our own
at the farm.
June 3. James Patterson, the former Deputy Sheriff and head of the three
man police force in town, sent word that a trial was scheduled for June 11 for Ferguson. Survivors in Cape are banding together
for safety. There have been raids on individual houses in town. Don’t know if it’s Wade, or not. From what I’m
hearing, he’s denying it and is looking for the perpetrators himself.
11. Ferguson was found guilty by a jury of six, the court presided over by the only person found with legal experience willing
to do so. His sentence was immediate. Hanging. It would be carried out within a week. As soon as a gallows could be constructed.
June 15. Went in for the hanging. A lot of people turned out. Ferguson went without
a struggle. Hangings are not fun. Despite justice being done, it left me with a sick stomach and a sour taste in my mouth.
I guess I should have expected something to happen at the farm today while I was at the
hanging. Wade’s people again. One of the farm hands made a positive idea on him through a spotting scope. The snipers
tried, but Wade was being too careful. They never got a good shot at him, though they did take out another vehicle and at
least two of the attackers. I’m hoping people will start leaving Wade, due to their losses.
June 16. I’ve decided to try to talk to Wade and work some kind of deal that will satisfy him and put
an end to this feud. Sent word by way of the couple of hearty souls that came to the Farm Mart today for supplies.
June 18. Word came back from Wade. I either surrender the farm to him, or he will take it, come you know what
or high water.
June 19. I’ve decided to go on the offensive. Take the battle
to Wade. But I’m not about to endanger any of my people. It’ll be a solo attempt.
23. Wade is still alive and I’m lying here in my bed, shot again. This time in the both legs and with a small blunt
trauma bruise on my chest where the body armor I was wearing stopped a bullet from one of Wade’s people.
Wade is a tricky devil. I found his camp, down on the river, not far from Cape. I saw him sitting near a campfire
by himself. I almost just shot him from ambush, but I just couldn’t do it. I decided to try to reason with him. So I
pulled my pistol, walked into the camp and said his name.
When he looked up and saw me
he didn’t hesitate. He rolled to one side, pulling his gun and started shooting. People started appearing and I decided
retreat was the better part of valor, so I started to turn and run. That’s when one of Wade’s men got me in the
chest. The blow staggered me, but I didn’t go down and kept running.
I got to the
ROKON and took off on it before they could sort things out. I didn’t even know I’d taken a bullet in each leg.
Both small caliber pistol bullets, one high in my thigh, just under the skin, and the second just above the right knee. I
got really lucky with that one. It was a through and through and didn’t hit the bone.
after I was away from the camp, with no signs of pursuit did the adrenaline stop pumping and the pain and shock of the bullet
wounds and blunt trauma hit me. Instead of going to the farm, I went into town, to Doctor Eugene McMillan’s house. He’d
become my family doctor after I moved here and had helped me acquire my medical equipment and supplies.
Part of that deal was I paid for a similar setup for him to keep at home. I’m glad I did. He treated
me there in his house. Like me, the doc is an Amateur Radio Operator and I gave him the frequency we monitor at the farm all
the time. He got ahold of Teresa and she sent a whole squad of our defense force to pick me up and bring me back here to the
So, here I lie, trying to figure out what to do next.
July 4. Good news! There is some authority left! I talked to an Amateur in Jefferson City. Seems the state
government is reviving itself. Activated what is left of the National Guard and declared Martial Law in the State.
July 7. We were contacted by five members of the local National Guard that, like the police, had been lying
low, taking care of their families, until they heard about the call up. All five have been getting food from the Farm Mart.
They were almost apologetic. They’d been ordered to take over the farm and operate
it for the good of the county. I asked how Jefferson City even knew about the farm. After some downcast looks and foot shuffling,
one of them told me Wade had contacted the Commander of the Combined Missouri Natural Guard Forces and told him of the resource
here and that it needed to be secured so it could be used.
Wade again! I asked for and got the radio frequency to use to contact
National Guard Headquarters in Jefferson City. I didn’t get anywhere! No one would talk to me, other than the radio
July 13. The five National Guardsmen and women showed up at the gate, with a grinning
Wade, and his group of people. Orders were for me to leave.
The Guard didn’t like
it when I said it would take me a while to get ready. But there was nothing they could do. All three squads of my defense
force were standing ready to do battle. Wade was livid, but I ignored him and walked away from the gate.
I held a meeting with everyone, except those keeping an eye on the very impatient group at the gate. I told
them about the shelter in the Ozarks and offered to take along anyone that wanted to go.
was asked about the area and the facilities and how they would make do. What could I tell them? I have supplies for a while,
but it’s not like the farm here. It’ll be a struggle to start over. I can’t blame them, I guess, for opting
for the safe choice. No one wanted to go into the unknown with me. It was a near thing with several, especially Teresa, Patricia,
Elmer, and Henry, but they all had family to think of.
In the end, after rotating those
watching the group outside in and giving them the same speech, I wound up gathering up the important things, getting in my
Bug-Out U500, the regular bug-out trailer, plus another large trailer attached, and drove out of the farm gate, making many
of the group just outside scramble to get out of the way. I have to say I was angry, disappointed, and hurt.
Time to put this away, turn out the lights in the motorhome and get some sleep. I’ll finish the trip
to the Ozarks tomorrow, barring major trouble.
August 1. Finally decided to start
up the journal again. I’d pretty much decided to abandon the effort, but it’s been a good outlet for me.
To update. Took me three more days after July 13 entry to get here, not just a day. Had to make a couple of
double-backs to get across a river where the bridge was down in one case, and to avoid a roadblock in another. Don’t
know who they were, or what they wanted, but, fortunately for me, they weren’t too wise in where they set up the roadblock.
It was out in plain sight for a long way down the highway. I stopped as soon as I saw
it, turned around, and went back the way I’d come, to find an alternate route.
see many people on the trip. I stopped down the track a ways from the vacation property and approached on foot, worried that
someone might have taken up residence. Someone had tried. The security shutters were scarred up some, but had held. Don’t
know why whoever had tried hadn’t kept at it. They would eventually have gotten in. No security device is immune to
a long siege with the right equipment and plenty of time.
But everything was here, undamaged.
A couple of the polymer panels in the empty greenhouse had bullet holes in them, and there were some bullet holes in the logs
of the house. When I opened up the house all the windows were intact behind their shutters. A high powered rifle would probably
penetrate the shutters and hole the glass, but I guess no one thought to try that kind of vandalism.
The shelter entrances were still concealed, and the solar panels to keep the batteries charged, on top of
a tall, camouflaged pole were intact, as was the panel for the solar pump, likewise hidden. I really hadn’t expect them
to be intact, much less operational. I have spares.
The first few days I just got settled
in, feeling sorry for myself. I finally got off my duff and took a ROKON tour of the area. There was no one in the forest
near me, but I could see lights on the shore of the lake. I’ll get the McGreggor 26 out in a few days and see what I
can find on the shores of the lake.
August 5. Checked all the vehicles today. All
are fine and ready to go. Used the Toolcat to tow the McGreggor down to my boat ramp so I could put it in the water. I’m
going to go exploring on the lake tomorrow.
August 6. There is life around the lake.
Peaceful as far as I can tell. I wasn’t too sure that would be the case, so I went wearing my soft body armor that had
saved me before, and carrying two pistols, an AR-10 with hundred round dual drum, and a Remington 11-87P shotgun.
Didn’t seem to bother anyone when they saw me. Everyone over the age of 11, I’d say, was armed,
too. A couple of the people I ran into were people that had come by, by boat, when the vacation house was going in, after
the trees were cut to make a path down to the dock and boat ramp area. So I’m a semi-known entity, not a total stranger.
Found a couple of vacation places similar to mine abandoned and burned. When I asked
people about them I was told that there’d been a roving band hitting remote places shortly after the war, but they’d
been taken care of pretty quickly, with only a few people killed in the interim.
10. Had a visit from the Lake Police today. A group of armed citizens that patrol the lake and keep an eye on things for everyone.
The lakeside residents contribute some food in appreciation. They had contributed fuel to run a couple of boats with outboard
motors until they ran out, except for a small emergency supply each family kept.
to provide some fuel, but the group refused to use it for patrolling. They were doing okay with a boat just like mine. A McGreggor
26 motor sailor. There were a couple more on the lake, though I hadn’t seen them on the short, partial tour of the lake
I took on the 6th.
They did take twenty-four gallons of gasoline, in two twelve-gallon
portable fuel tanks, to use in case of real need. They had some Pri-G to treat it, though I told them it was already treated.
August 11. Went fishing on the lake. caught a couple of nice fish. No clue what kind
they are. Sure tasted good.
August 20. Started planting in the greenhouse after setting
up the stored components and seed. Living off the LTS food I stashed behind a false wall in the basement. I’m spoiled
having the fresh food from the farm.
September 1. Wondering how the farm is doing
under the National Guard’s and Wade’s control. Henry said he’d try to contact me on the Amateur Radio, but
I haven’t heard anything on the specified frequency, at the specified times.
5. Finally talked to Henry. The reason he hadn’t been able to contact me was because he was thrown off the farm, along
with most of my other hands, and their families. Wade moved his people in. He finally remembered the doc and doc got a hold
of me for Henry.
What can I say? I’m beyond angry. Beyond livid. Beyond incensed.
I don’t know what I am. I feel hollow. That farm became my life not long into the process of getting it set up and running
the way I wanted. And it came through the war with flying colors. Probably saved the lives of hundreds of people by providing
the fresh food that it did. And still can. Henry said the greenhouses are only producing a fourth of what they were and Wade
is throwing some of that away because it goes bad for lack of customers. Wade isn’t taking the barter slip labor like
September 15. Talked to Henry again. He wants me to come back and try to take
over the farm from Wade. The National Guard members aren’t too happy with the way he’s running things. I guess
Wade sold them a real bill of goods when he contacted Jeff City.
According to Henry,
a lot of people would support me if I came back and took the farm by force. Most of my security force deserted Wade, with
their weapons and ammunition. And in some cases, vehicles filled with food or other goods.
Henry also says that Wade has recruited a few tough guys willing to kill at the drop of a hat to keep watch at the farm, the
way our security force did.
I’ve got to think about this some. I’m not willing
to kill haphazardly. Especially the National Guard troops that are only following orders from Jefferson City.
September 28. Finally been in contact with the Governor’s task force on recovery and explained the situation.
They simply don’t believe me. Wade has spun a tale that I’m what he is, actually. A megalomaniac trying to gain
power and followers using the necessities of life.
October 3. The Governor’s
rep told me today that they have received a couple more reports about Wade that support my claim. They’re sending someone
down to check the situation first hand.
October 31. Been on pins and needles this
month, waiting on some word from the investigator sent to the farm. Still nothing. The greenhouse garden is doing fine and
I’m getting some produce form the small orchard and the guerrilla garden that has prospered fairly well.
November 9. Henry contacted me again through the doc. Said something is going on at the farm. The National
Guard people are up in arms here in town over what Wade has done. Apparently the Governor sent someone to check on Wade and
he’s found out who it is and taken her hostage.
Henry also said that there aren’t
enough people willing to go against his goon squad now, even with the five National Guard people.
November 10. I’ve decided to go back to the farm and do what I can. It was my doing getting someone
to check on Wade. And it’s a woman. From what Henry’s told me, she’s probably safe from Wade, but not his
November 11. Everything is locked back up at the vacation house and I’m
one day on the way back to the farm. Should be there late tomorrow, if the route I took in is still good.
November 13. Got here yesterday and scoped out the farm last night. Slept all day today. I haven’t contacted
anyone in town. This is my problem and I’m going to handle it. I’m going in there tomorrow night.
November 15. Getting shot is the pits. I got it again. But Wade is dead and his goons are rounded up and in
jail in town awaiting trial for various crimes.
I sneaked onto the property through one
of the secret gates in the high security pointed rail steel fence near the back of the building complex and crawled over the
breastworks in the dark. I was wearing a deep purple jump suit over my regular clothes and body armor for night camouflage.
And it was a dark night. I was worried about snow, on which I would stick out like a sore thumb, but the weather cooperated
with heavy cloud cover.
I could hear the few guards that were walking the perimeter and
managed to avoid them. There was light and activity in the farm office and I eased my way up to it. I am glad I risked what
I did when I did.
The investigator, whose name is Linda Kellogg, was tied to a chair
in the public part of the farm office. She was half naked and being tormented by three men, watched by Wade. I caught a glimpse
of his eyes. I really do think he was insane.
What could I do? I went in with the AR-10
blasting away from a hundred round dual drum magazine. This time I shot Wade point blank in the forehead in case he was wearing
body armor. Then I turned the gun on the other three and put them down one at a time as they scrambled for weapons lying here
and there around the office, or propped up against the counter and one of the chairs.
cut Linda loose and killed the lights in the office. She’s one spunky lady. She grabbed up a couple of Wade’s
men’s weapons and we shot our way out of there. The goons weren’t as eager to get shot at as they were to attack
I took Linda to the Unimog motorhome on the ROKON and found her something
else to wear, and then we went into Cape and found the National Guard people at the armory. Found out something I didn’t
know. Wade hadn’t just traded for hunting weapons from people. He’d raided the armory early on and taken the few
rifles they had. That’s part of the reason the Guard didn’t try to do anything before they did. All they had were
Linda filled them in on what was going on, and then led the Guard personnel
and a volunteer posse back to the farm right at first light. It wasn’t much of a fight. The worst of Wade’s more
hard core people grabbed what they could and took off, leaving the rest of Wade’s followers and workers behind to fend
for themselves. I was surprised they didn’t take some of the vehicles, but they didn’t
November 26. Had another trial a few days ago and then hung twelve people today for their actions in helping
Wade, including five of the six that tried to get away before the attack.
Found out why
none of those that tried to get away took any of the vehicles when they took off. Wade was afraid of deserters taking the
equipment and a bunch of supplies and going off on their own. He wouldn’t let anyone put more than a couple gallons
of fuel in any of the vehicles, and then only when the vehicle was going to be used. He had the only key to the pumps.
January 8. Lot of things happened the last five or six weeks. I got the farm back. It was a little the worse
for wear from Wade’s inept group of cronies that tried to farm it under his supervision.
we were in a position to really make a difference in the area, Linda stayed on as official representation in the area. I’m
afraid I may be falling for her. She’s a couple of years older than me, and is quite the woman. She held it all together
during her imprisonment and the two battles, and is more than fair in her dealing as State Government Rep for the farm operation.
August 25. (77 years later.) Wow! Gramps never would say much about the time
just before and after the war when I asked about it when I was little. He always downplayed his role in the aftermath of this
area. Even though he doesn’t make it sound like a big deal in this journal, the facts speak for themselves. All the
stories that have been passed down are just like he wrote in this journal. I’m glad I found it. I think I may start
a journal of my own. Nothing exciting happening, but you never know. Gramps insisted we keep up with what he called preps
and we do.
Jerry D Young