I was always around firearms of some sort when I was growing up, but I was on the small side and my Dad, being the WONDERFUL father he is (sarcasm), did not feel I was adequate enough to be taught to shoot or even hold a weapon. No BB guns, no sling shots, no bow and arrow set. Nothing. My fondest memory of weapons in our home is from when My Mother asked me to put something away in our front closet. I was 8, and our front closet was the catch all. I opened the door and everything fell out on top of me including My Dad’s Browning A5. The shotgun is longer than I was tall at the time and the bead hit me between the eyes. Still have the scar. All my Dad saw was his beloved AutoLoader on the ground. He beat the snot out of me. Like I stated above: WONDERFUL father.
Fast forward a few years and I am off to the Air Force. Dad is Navy and his thought was I wasn’t man enough for the Navy anyway. Thanks Dad. Anyway, every veteran knows that every military member, regardless of rank, job, gender (back then anyway - don’t know about now) EVERYONE trained on small arms. I figured out I was pretty good. Not expert out of the gate, but higher than anyone else in my Basic Training Flight. And that was the first time I had ever fired a weapon.
I was a Tactical Aircraft Maintenance Technician (basic airplane mechanic) so I really had a job in the Air Force. It also put me in a field where I would be deployed from time to time so I always kept a bag packed in the back seat of whatever vehicle I had. I was even assigned to the Rapid Deployment Force for a short time. I was a World Traveler back then, and it got me into the mindset of ALWAYS keeping a bag packed, even to this day. I have two bags in the back of the Expedition. One is a Bug Out Bag, one is a Get Home Bag.
Then I became a civilian with a family. That is when the 2A/Protector began to shine through. I was no longer a Traveler. I became a Tourist with a Wife, children, and a home. I no longer had “The Gang in Blue” to support me when things went South. It was up to me to protect my family.
We are preppers. Solitary Preppers. We do not belong to the local group of preppers because they are nuts. The leaders of the group wanted us to leave all our supplies at their “encampment” so they could keep an eye on them. More like so they didn’t have to buy their own groceries. They could just eat what we left there. Several other members of the same group found that out the hard way.
As preppers, most of our supplies are in totes inside our house. Some rooms are a little cramped because of the totes, but all we have to do is grab totes and load the truck. Texas 6 or Texas 21 any direction we need to go. I do have a secret location in my head of where to stop first, collect what supplies we left at home, and get back on the road.
I know this post is longer than others within this thread, but it explains a little more about why I am who I am. I could just say “I started when I got married”, but it just doesn’t give enough information of what started it all. I have a Father who is still unsupportive to his family and I swore I would not be like him. I was in the Air Force and I had a job that took me to some very odd places for extended periods so I learned to survive with what I had.
Add in the fact that I have a family I love beyond reason and I am it makes me who I am. I am the Protector. It is my job to protect them. No one else’s job. MINE. And I take it seriously. Call me a nutcase if you want. I have been called worse things by better people.
Some of you may ask what the difference between a Traveler and a Tourist is…
A Tourist, when he goes on vacation, has everything planned out with his home as the final destination. A Traveler may never get home.