Sunday, May 28, 2017

Home Invasion Defense


It has been over 20 years now since I have been personally involved in the survivalist movement.  I can remember getting my early subscriptions of Survivalist Magazine and studying every page. 

I was fortunate growing up; I grew up in a small town in the Sierra Nevada Mountains where camping, hunting, and outdoorsmanship were common practice. 

Now, with the sudden rise of the general population, and with a concern of knowing that something is fairly wrong with our nation, and the world for that matter, we are seeing more and more television shows dealing with the “apocalypse and its scenarios.” 

There is a popular “prepper” program on mainstream media (you know which one I am talking about), (feel my sarcasm?).  They are creating their compounds above ground and underground.  It is painfully humorous to watch these people.  The majority of them are not even close to being psychologically prepared or rigorously trained to adapt them to handle a situation in which they are confined for weeks, if not months, in a tiny, coffin-like area with other “like-minded people.”  Some of these people have even spent cool 1 million dollars cash up-front for their coffin condos!  Maybe in a couple thousand years when archaeologists dig up one of these doomsday sarcophagus they will find these mummified survivalists and interpret it as some type of strange burial ritual.  Of course, many of them will
have taken their prized possessions, i.e., art, jewelry, gold, silver, etc., into their tombs. 
with other numerous shows that are following suit.  It seems to be a common thing now, and it is no longer just “conspiracy theory nuts.”  These shows are allowing you to look into selected peoples’ lives that seemingly have finances equivalent to the US Defense Budget

After studying every scenario that is possible and plausible in depth, one cannot help but be quite apathetic to the realities that really face even the most seasoned and well-fit survivalist. 

Consider this in all reality and really pause and ponder the following scenario: 

I live on the outskirts of the greater Phoenix Valley of Arizona.  It is a wonderful place in the wintertime and that is why our population jumps tenfold.  It is because of our gorgeous weather.  However, in the middle of summer it is a heat storm of hell!  Without the modern conveniences of air conditioning and running water it is a death trap!  It is funny to see how on the hottest days we scurry like little ants from our air-conditioned cars, to dive into an air-conditioned building and back out to our air-conditioned cars, only to return to our air-conditioned homes.  Without electricity within a couple of days this would be a place of the foulest stench of death, especially with our very dense population! 

Now, since this is about an apocalypse and not a vacation brochure, let us consider that scenario now that I asked you to ponder deeply - this is both possible and plausible for the Valley of the Sun.  Suppose that we do get hit in the United States with an EMP in the middle of summer! Whether it is natural or man-made, it does not matter.  There would be no warning to the overwhelming majority of people.  They are just going about their daily tasks of their daily drone lives and then nothing! 

It takes a few seconds to gather your thoughts as you realize there is a power outage.  There is an eerie silence.  No background hum; no nothing.  The usual human behavior in this circumstance would be that you would get up, walk to the light switch, and flick it off and on a few times.  A glance over at your electronic time gadgets shows no power.  You look at your cell phone and there is absolutely nothing.  You go to the phone and there is nothing, but dead silence.  Emergency radio - nothing.  You fiddle with the gadgets changing out batteries, and they are absolutely dead.  A slow creeping fear begins to edge into your mind.  A quick fumble around and you find your car keys.  Before trying to start the car you say a silent prayer to yourself, “Oh God, just start.”  Nothing!

All the colorful acronyms just flashed in your mind.  You shockingly glance around your neighborhood and you notice other people as well have just followed in your same tracks.  The good old-fashioned temperature gauge still works and in the shade it says 115°. 

To those that have some knowledge to what has just befallen everyone, they have the countenance of someone whom has just been embraced by death itself.  There is no way of starting your vehicle.  There is no way of turning on the lights or air conditioning. 
Within a matter of a couple of hours all homes and buildings would be hot as an oven with interior temperatures that can exceed over 140°.  People in the downtown high-rise buildings would scatter out like ants into the scorching sun seeking the shade of the building in the 115° heat.  The time is only 1300hrs.  The great multitudes in these dense areas would easily succumb to heat exhaustion and then many would succumb to death in a matter of hours.  Running water would be out within hours, as people would drain the last of the stored gravity fed systems trying to fill their bathtubs and anything that can hold water.  Sewers would not run and would turn into a reprehensible stench within a matter of a few hours.  Just within a couple of hours anything that is refrigerated in homes and grocery stores would begin to spoil.  How do I know this?  I have been through it on a very small scale.  Let me tell you when the power goes out in the middle of summer, which does not happen very often here, you are praying for it to come back on immediately.  If it does not come back on within 30 minutes, it is amazing how fast people jump in their cars to start up the AC or run to a local business that does have power.  It is also interesting how thirsty you get when the temperature starts to rise and the fear comes over you that you might not have water to drink. 

Electricity is a double-edged sword.  It has made us feel strong in conquering the elements of the harshest in nature, but ultimately we are weak and feeble. 

Electricity is crucial to our society
Let us just say you have remained calm and you made it through the grueling scorching day.  The Arizona Valley night is not any better, as within the city limits, including the suburbs, you are still looking forward to 100° plus temperatures even at midnight.  There is no relief.  You do not sleep and you're taking whatever water you can drinking it and soaking towels just to get past the grueling night’s heat.  
A full vest is heavy and hot!

Not too mention, you're stripping off all that tactical load-bearing equipment and laying it on the ground. 
You're outside in your backyard clutching a shotgun as you hear what sounds like a war zone.  For Arizonians are some of the most heavily armed people in the nation.  You see, as temperatures rise, so do tempers.  Desperation and exhaustion will lead to annihilation.  Any word whether false or true of somebody who has stockpiled water and food would be the first to be burned out and annihilated by the suicidal zombie-like gangs.  I say this in the mindset that when you become thirsty, there is nothing that will stop you from acquiring what you need, especially if it is for your small child and/or children, and even maybe a pregnant wife?  Desperation does not even describe how people will feel in immense heat and no water.  Need help, want to call 911 - there will be no police.  Not even the military for they are even hunkered down and overwhelmed with this magnum catastrophe.  Over the next 48 to 72 hours whatever didn't kill you in the first 24 would definitely be the nail in the coffin for the rest.

Palo Verde is the largest nuclear power plant in the world.
Even if you are the “diamond in the rough,” and have the ability to survive, let us just throw in the meltdown of the world's largest nuclear reactor just west of the Phoenix Valley - The Palo Verde Nuclear Power Plant. For this would be the Phoenix Valley’s Fukushima meltdown in the midst of this tsunami heat wave.    If that were not the icing on the cake, let us also imagine thousands of fires and thousands of people already dead and/or dying secondary to the fact that their mere lives depend on the electronic medical devices, i.e., diabetic pump, refrigerated medications, cardiac pacemakers (these poor individuals would have immediately died at the strike of an EMP), and other respiratory machines to name a few.  Let’s add some colorful decorations to the cake as well shall we, with the fact that hundreds of planes would fall straight out of the sky.  Had enough?  It’s just beginning! 

Seriously, what could be done?  You say, “I would bug out.”  Where would you go?  In 115° heat less than 0.1% of the population is in any condition to bug out in that temperature.  Even at night traversing through the open desert is going through God's minefield with some of the
Cholla Cactus - Painful lessons
nastiest natural Constantino wire that nature can throw at you, as everything out here has thorns and thistles; not to mention, the wild critters both small and great. 

Unless your vehicle was thoroughly protected from an EMP blast, walking is not an option, especially with an 80-pound pack that would be filled with water and dumping the 500-round battle pack.  Walking in any direction could be a 30 to 50-mile hike before you could even reach somewhat of a sanctuary.  With no provisions waiting, you have died tired and delirious within a few hours. 

If you did have your vehicle protected, you would not even make it a mile away from your house without being jacked by the 115 IQ zombies. 
Again, I say “zombies,” as mentioned before there will be one thing and one thing only on these creatures minds!  WATER!  This is a reality!

It has only been within the last couple of years that I have come to conclusion, when it comes to prepping and surviving, it is only by grace therefore go I.  I know this may seem very apathetic and downtrodden to many of you survivalists, ex-military, gung-ho patriot types, and preppers, but let's take a sober reality check.  We know very well the nature of the beast and his evil heart. 

No greater love than one who lays his life down for his friends
The greatest preparation is one’s spirit and soul for what is to come.  It is the belief of this challenge is received with great joy, because as a sojourner on this planet, that this life is not the final destination.  Live good and honorably!  No matter what the circumstances are, fight the good fight!  Help the weak and innocent. Give freely to them that ask. Defend Life!

The most important thing I would want to bestow upon preppers, survivalists, or gung-ho patriots is this:

Knowing full well that location, location, location during any disaster is key and being in a city is like being in a large crowded auditorium during a fire, where is the best place to be during this event? Best stay away from the auditorium.

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

A Gun Show Story

A Gun Show Story

At a recent gun show, a guy came to my table and looked at my tactical load-out vest and Winchester 1300 Defender Pump Shotgun on display.

Winchester 1300 Defender with OOber Tactical Accessories

The large, burly man quipped, “So you like the shotgun, eh?”

I replied, “Yes sir, I do.”

He had a simultaneous look of pleasure and displeasure on his weathered face and tired eyes.  I took an unnoticeable deep, slow breath and rolled my eyes under my eyelids so as to remain stealth to the fact that I was preparing for a lecture.  He went on to impart his “wisdom” and stated, “Well the problem with shotguns is they have limited range and limited ammo capacity compared to my AR platform.” Yes, he was most certainly snide about it!

I decided to play along.  I have a good sense of humor, and I am a friendly guy at heart.  No need to challenge everyone, I say!

I responded, “You really think so?”

He popped out a “Yep” followed by a puff of his lips hidden behind a forest of a beard.

I started in with the usual question anyone knowledgeable in firearms would ask, and the usual person knowledgeable in firearms would know... Like, “how many and how fast can you fire projectiles down range with your AR?”

He got proud on this one... “I can fire all 30 rounds in a mag in just a few seconds.”

Remaining respectful, yet a little smug myself and with a much larger grin than I had in the previous 5 minutes, I responded “I can shoot 72 rounds in about 2 to 3 seconds out of my pump shotgun.”

Astonished and a bit taken a back, the old guy said “What... how so?”

I explained to him that one can shoot 8 shot shells of 9-round buckshot out of my Winchester 1300 Defender.  The rounds themselves are .33-caliber projectiles compared to .223.

Getting a little irritated and competitive the man jabbed back that he can reload with a new mag and still go to town!

More than happy to share with the old guy I explained that with an OOber Tactical Praetorian Series Ammunition Carrier, I can slap on a card with another 56 projectiles of buckshot, or include in the line up slugs, and port load those babies into my tactical shotgun and keep the action going!  I then demonstrated the simple OOber Tactical fast reload technique!

He bought six OOber Tactical Praetorian Side Saddle Carriers right then and there—mouth still gaping!  HA!

OOber Tactical is OOber-RADICAL in bringing to light the shotgun’s capabilities and making believers!

Monday, September 26, 2016

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Sunday, April 5, 2015

Mobile Solar Power for Survival

Events can and will happen that are out of your control.  This will require adaptation. Here we share a synopsis of events in the hope that those who are now, or are going to be, hit with challenging times.

From 2004 to 2006 our family actively lived off the grid.  For much of this time it was in tents. Camping is a way of life for us. We came back to the rat race in 2006, but we took with us the skills in case of TEOTWAWKI (The End of the World as We Know It) or in case a more personal SHTF took place. Well.....then it happened.

Our 4-month Real-Life SHTF!  
My wife and I own a legal and medical transcription service. Starting in 2012, as the Affordable Health Care Act was being implemented, we lost close to 50% of our clients to the emerging EMR (electronic medical records) system. Foreseeing that we had to reduce costs requiring us to downsize and accommodate the reduction of revenue, we took two years depleting our savings to acquire the gear and tools we needed. In early 2014 we moved out into the wilderness in our Chevy Avalanche 4x4 truck, tent (Eureka Assault Outfitter), and a mobile power system that we designed. It had to be strong enough to power our communications and laptops as well as provide lighting and power a water pump. We prepped ahead and acquired what we needed for our SHTF scenario. We did not have a gas generator. We had a 12 volt RV pump attached to a portable Triton hot water heater system. 

Showers and Dishes
Water was critical while camping in Arizona. We had on hand 8 Reliance AquaTainers holding 7 gallons of fresh water each for cleaning, showering, and dishes. Easy to handle and an excellent way to haul water as 56 gallons is heavy. Each container acted as a baffling system to maintain vehicle stability.  We ran poly-tubing from the containers and used a self priming RV pump to deliver the water where we needed it.
350 watt solar power system ran everything.

Having power was the key to run our laptops and (boosted signal) cellular internet. We produced a simple design solar power unit that had to provide enough power as well as be safe, quiet, and easy to maintain, but mobile and tough enough to meet our demands. This has saved our business and our way of life. It made long-term camping enjoyable by running not only our computer systems, but our water pump and lighting systems for security. Arizona is known for sun, but also known for harsh environments. 
Our power system and the Eureka Assault Outfitter tent survived high winds, dust, rain, snow, and sleet. It worked great during those challenging times.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

A Call to Defend Life! A true firearm defense story.


This story is based on actual events.  The names have been changed to protect identities. 

It was a gorgeous day on our ranch.  We had invited over a couple named Jack and Anna who lived a few miles away.  They brought with them a loader and backhoe.  We were bartering with them to do some work on our ranch in exchange for a chicken coup and tack and feed shed.  Jack worked down in the city, while Anna worked as a county sheriff's deputy.  The day was going great.  Our sons were getting to participate with Jack on the backhoe and my wife was having a great time with Anna talking about livestock. 

Suddenly, I received a call on my cell phone.  It was my neighbor Josie.  Josie is an elderly woman who lives about a mile away in this very remote off the grid ranch.  She is a hardened girl, tough and in good shape for being in her 70s.  However, on this particular phone call she was yelling, frightened, and in great distress.  At first I could not understand what she was saying.  I asked her to repeat and tell me what was going on.  Again, with a loud, distressed voice, she screamed, “There is a man here with a gun in my face!”  I immediately yelled this out to our guests knowing full well Anna was a sheriff's deputy.  Anna immediately got on her cell phone and contacted dispatch.  She immediately told me that the closest deputy was over an hour away.  I told Josie to hang on and hung up.  I grabbed my Winchester 1300 Defender combat shotgun and threw it in the truck.  I immediately headed out to Josie's.  Now Josie lives over a mile away, and we are her closest neighbor.  The road leading to her ranch is very rough.  It took me 5 minutes just to get there.  When I arrived, her steel gate entrance was chained and locked.  I got out of the vehicle and noticed in the soft dirt leading up to the gate a single set of large boot tracks that continued after the gate and went on down the soft dirt road deep into Josie’s ranch. 

I grabbed my combat shotgun loaded with 00 buckshot and entered into Josie's property.  Now I have been to Josie's property many times to help her and knew that I had almost a quarter-mile run just to arrive at her trailer.  Josie was not a full-timer and only came out when she was not working for a park service.  She would stay in a 20 foot travel trailer when she would come out.  After a hurried run, I cautiously approached the trailer.  As I approached I could begin to hear a male voice sounding belligerent and demanding to enter into her trailer.  I suspected he was on either drugs or alcohol intoxicated.  I was able to approach the trailer on the opposite side where the perpetrator who was maintaining a position at her trailer door.  I worked my way around to the front of the trailer where the hitch was and poked my head up and looked into Josie's trailer.  I could see her through the screen and dirty windows on the other side of the trailer pleading with the perp at her door.  She continued to plead with cracking voice to the perpetrator to leave immediately and leave her alone.  Wanting to ascertain the situation, I peeked around the corner and saw a swarthy male perpetrator who had a rifle in one hand and a revolver in the other.  I moved back into position concealing myself and ensuring that I was in a low-ready position.  Oddly, a sense of calm came over me.  A spirit of total resolve to do what is right to defend life.  I barely peeked around again observing very closely the actions of this perpetrator, knowing full well that if I were to see him level any one of his firearms at her door I would have to take immediate action to dispatch the offender with swift justice. 

By the grace of God, the perpetrator started growing weary and he proceeded to walk over to a log which Josie would use to sit at her open pit fire.  He laid down his firearms on the log and sat down.  His hands were now free.  This is when I seized the moment, coming around the corner in total authority with my 12-gauge combat shotgun leveled right at him.  I commanded him in a loud concise voice, “Do not to move a muscle!”  He jerked and became stiff as a board and had an expression of utter fear, and he complied immediately with my commands.  I was able to secure his weapons.  

When Josie saw through her window that I had the situation under control she immediately burst out of her trailer and grabbed a hold of me hugging me so tight.  I was amazed at her strength.  I immediately questioned the perpetrator.  Upon questioning I found out he was an illegal alien from Mexico brought to the ranches by another ranch owner who happened to live on the east coast.  He was brought to that ranch to watch over it. 

I got on my cell phone and called Anna, the sheriff's deputy at my ranch, and told her of the situation.  She informed me that they would not be able to send out a deputy to respond to this situation and apologized profusely.  To this day, I have never been given any explanation as to why the sheriff would not respond. 

I had this illegal invader in my custody.  I asked Josie what she wanted to do.  Josie stated that she knew who the ranch owner was after the perpetrators admission on who is. She now knew who brought this illegal invader to their ranch, and she would contact them immediately and notify them of the situation.  She made the call while I had him in custody.  She hung up her cell phone and she then requested that I escort him back to his ranch where the owner would deal with him. 

I commanded the invader to walk out in front of me and proceed to my truck on the other side of the ranch.  Josie followed along with me to see us out.  While on the way out she nearly collapsed out of severe stress.  I grabbed a hold of her and gave her a big hug.  She regained her strength.  When we arrived at my truck I gave the invader strict orders with a very stern face not to leave his ranch until his person of authority arrived and that I would be watching him.  He stated that he would comply. 

I took him back to his ranch and gave back his firearms after I had unloaded them.  I watched him cautiously until he arrived at his cabin and went in.  I then left.  When I arrived back at my place my wife and kids gave me a big hug, as well as Anna the sheriff's deputy. 

I recounted the entire event to them.  My sons and I set up observation to watch over the invader to make sure he stayed where he belonged.  The very next day, the ranch owner from the east coast blazing in with their truck and took away the perpetrator immediately. 

We never saw him again. 

The use of a firearm though not having to dispatch a perpetrator saves this woman’s life in my opinion.  I had no doubt that he would have eventually harmed her.  I always keep my combat shotgun with me on patrols by request of other ranch owners.  It has been my primary weapon system for 20 years and I have developed accessories to fulfill my needs to use such a defensive weapon. 

Now, of course after this incident hind sight is always 20/20 and for some reason (I believe the Lord) it worked out the way that it did.  Of course reviewing over this story there are crucial things that I probably could have done, but did not do.  Your input is constructive to this true story and it can help others to put into practice on what can be/or not be done.