What is past is prologue.
Posted on 02/11/2009 10:33:24 AM PST by wastedyears
I figure now might be a good time to remember this story.
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I was just looking for this yesterday.
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Gotta really love the part about medical care being witheld for only the most deserving...as determined by the state. Haven’t we seen that somewhere else recently?
Agreed
It was about a sportsman telling how we lost our 2nd Ammendment and how he was going to bury some special ones out in one of his fields and let the authorities confiscate the rest.
I feel like the frog in the pot of water, and it is getting warmer.
As they had listened to the radio the day before, the Democratic Senator from Illinois took the oath of office of the President of The United States.
The young man said to his fellows, “That is one scary dude.”
The gathering of young men were together to hunt deer.
The air was cool, the day looked like it was going to be clear, and yesterday the deer had been moving down from the higher elevations to the lower meadows.
They had great hopes of bagging a deer apiece the first day and then sitting around the campfire for two days shooting the breeze.
One of the young men said, “I bet he comes after our guns. You know the Democrats always try that when they’re in power.”
Another said, “If they do they’ll be out of office within four years. People won’t stand for that. We have the Second Amendment on our side.”
The first replied, “And you think that will stop them? The Democrats only respect the parts of the Constitution that increase the government’s power. They started out with gun registration to ‘keep guns out of the hands of criminals’ but when that didn’t work they went to stricter controls. We’re just lucky we already had our guns before that went into effect”
As the morning started to lighten they started to think about hunting. They put on their orange vests and hats, not even thinking about the fact that this was required by the government before they could hunt.
As they started out, each going their separate way, they agreed to meet back at the campsite at noon.
As he moved quietly through the woods he thought to himself, “It’s getting bad. People can’t buy guns unless they’re rich and can afford all the paperwork and background checks they require now.”
They started with the ‘assault rifles’, then the ‘large magazines’, next they’ll want any rifles with ‘excessive’ shell capacity, especially anything that could be used as a ‘sniper rifle’, and it just keeps on going. We’re lucky we can even buy slugs for our shotguns anymore without a permit.
“It’s getting so that a man can’t even speak out at a town meeting without having extra eyes on him all the time afterward.”
“I don’t even know how many of my hunting buddies can be trusted to know about the cache of weapons and ammunition I have.”
“I really need to find a hiding spot for them”
About that time he saw a buck running across the game trail.
“That’s a BIG one” he thought to himself. “Lots of meat and that RACK!”
As he tracked the buck his thoughts kept returning to his cache of weapons.
“Where can I put them that no one would ever find them if they didn’t know about it already?”
Just then he spotted the buck by a large rock that was shaped in an unusual form.
He started to move with the wind in order that the buck wouldn’t hear him. Luckily he was downwind from the buck, it wouldn’t smell him. When the wind blew, he would move. When the wind stopped, so did he.
As he got closer he saw that the rock was shaped like a coffin but he was too directed at the buck to take very much notice.
As he drew a bead just behind the shoulder of the big buck and started to squeeze the trigger the buck threw his head up and the buck’s body tensed in anticipation of jumping. “SHOOT, SHOOT NOW!” his mind screamed at him.
He pulled the trigger but he knew that he hadn’t made a clean kill. The buck had moved just enough to foil his heart shot. He knew that he had hit the buck but he thought it was a lung shot instead of the cleaner heart shot.
As the deer bounded down the mountain he knew that he would have to follow and started running down the mountain in order to stay within hearing range of the buck, that was making a racket as he flew down the mountainside.
About a hundred feet down the hill he came upon the buck, with his head pointing down the mountain, dead.
“Must have hit an artery or something to kill him this fast without a heart shot”, he thought to himself.”
Then he noticed that as the buck fell the rack had become lodged under a large round boulder.
“Well, ain’t that just my luck” he said to himself. “Now I’ll have to dig the dirt out from around that rack to get it out. Damn!”
But as he looked at the deer he noticed that the deer’s head wasn’t cocked at an angle like he would expect if the rack had dug into the dirt underneath the size of boulder it appeared to be.
He took hold of the part of the rack that he could see and tried prying upward. Maybe he could pack the dirt around the rack just enough to get the rack out.
As he lifted the entire boulder moved! Not much, just a little, but he hadn’t really expected it to move at all!
This boulder wasn’t symmetrical. Almost the entire bottom half of the round was missing. It looked like it was buried only about an inch deep.
We worked his fingers underneath the edge of the rock and lifted with all his might. He was a strong young man. Hunting, chopping wood for the fireplace, taking care of the animals year round had given him a strong body.
The boulder started coming up just a little and as it did it showed just a little piece of an opening.
He pulled the rack out from under the rock and started to field dress the deer. He was going to have to carry it back to the trail so that they could get the four wheeler to it and get it back to camp.
As he worked his mind kept returning to the space under the rock. “I wonder how big it is? Would it be large enough for my cache?”
In the years that followed he and one of his buddies, that he knew he could trust, would go camping for a couple of days on the mountain, “to cut firewood and trap for some meat and furs to sell”.
To be sure, they always came back with, at least, a couple of furs and firewood but their real object was to build a spot under that boulder and take the weapons they could buy on the black market up there and cache them with the ones they already had there.
They had started off with his modest cache of pistols, rifles, shotguns, and ammunition he had originally gathered but in addition they had gathered other things.
From garage sales, estate auctions, from private individuals they bought BOOKS!
In addition to training manuals on the weapons they bought books that explained the true history of the United States of America, books that brought forth the thoughts of the founding fathers on freedom, liberty, duty, obligation, all the things that made America great in the past.
They could always easily find it because the coffin shaped rock pointed directly toward the boulder.
“One day, one day those weapons will be needed. And when they are, they’ll be ready” he often thought to himself.
As he grew older he married, had a son, and a grandson. But he told no one about the cache on the mountainside under the boulder and he knew that his buddy didn’t either. His son didn’t seem to be interested in anything but fitting in to society as it was and no one else he knew could be trusted with this type of information.
As his grandson grew he started teaching him about the outdoors. First in secret from everyone.
They all knew that he liked to take walks on the mountain. They worried that he might fall and be hurt far from any help so they started letting his grandson walk with him.
As he taught his grandson about the outdoors he tried to instill in him a love of freedom, starting with the freedom of the outdoors.
Later, on their walks, he would discuss what things had been like when he was a boy and a young man.
As they started up the game trail on the mountain he thought to himself. “Today. Today is when I tell my grandson about the cache. I’m too old to do anything about anything myself but maybe, just maybe, he can do what I can’t anymore.
What is past is prologue.
Again with this bilge? (nothing personal, Lurker, it is the position and attitude of that sentence with which I disagree).
Look, it is all about reserves. If every single gun a person has is on a 4473 somewhere, "they" will know about them and expect you to deliver up all of them - when 20 guys in body armor, carrying full autos, grenades, with an armored car and a helicopter gunship overhead visit your humble abode. IOW, you and your family have no chance to resist. EVERY gun you have, and ALL ammo you have (and mags, holsters, etc.) WILL be taken, and you'll be a lucky person if you aren't.
Even if you have guns that are NOT on a 4473 (because you were smart enough to plan ahead), IF YOU HAVE IT ON YOUR PROPERTY THEY WILL GET IT. You see, if they're searching your property for guns they know about and find the unpapered one, it gets taken. If you have papered guns in 9mm, .45, .223, .308 and 12-gauge, and they find 7.62x39, or .303, or anything else, they will KNOW that you have another gun and WILL NOT STOP LOOKING UNTIL THEY FIND IT. Not even if they have to bring in a front-end loader and a wrecking crew to dig up your yard and destroy your house. Go try to sell your house then, assuming you or your family are alive and free, and have anything left after the legal bills.
Now that the above facts are clear, what does any practical person do? Have an unpapered gun off premises. With all of its ammo (or, if you have one in the same caliber that is papered, enough ammo for your purposes). That way, if "they" come and take all of what you have in your home or on your property, you still have something in reserve. If they don't take you away, lay low for a few weeks or months and then do whatever it is you think you have to. Or, if they take you away, after you get back do the same.
The whole goal of the 4473, and moreso the more recent registration schemes that have been proposed, is simply to make every single gun owned by a civilian known to Uncle. Guess what, hiding something that rightfully belongs to you is no crime - and it will insure that it stays YOURS pretty much no matter how draconian the laws become. The 2nd Amendment means nothing if there are no guns in the hands of the militia. In the present and easily forseeable future, 95% of guns may be seized. Make sure that you own one or more of that 5% which aren't. In fact, the more people that follow this advice, the less likely it is that some kind of confiscation will occur - because it will not only be unsuccessful, but it will be the gong that ignites CWII with many millions of guns still in civilian hands.
bump, and thanks!
As to the rest of your response...let's just say it's already handled.
Some of my caches are in some interesting places, along with some other interesting items. Let's just say if some prominent folks start going down because of guns and drugs anonymously reported to 'authorities', enjoy a good chuckle on me.
Two can play their little games.
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Absolutely. But it’s not a bad idea to have a cheap import like a Mosin Nagant M91-30 with a couple hundred rounds of ammo cached away.
The Art of the Cache
http://www.freerepublic.com/forum/a3a9f53301414.htm
I would add a small appendix to the cache. If you decide to reveal your cache to someone, and times are questionable, give them a false location as a test to see what they do with the info.
If it comes down to confiscation, America has long passed what Claire Wolfe called it “awkward stage”. But yes, a cache is a good idea.
My favorite place for a cache is a foot or so down in a fresh grave. If the deceased was a patriot, they won’t mind guarding your cache. If they were a gun hating liberal, you get to piss them off for eternity and they can’t do anything about it.
Bad link to the OLD FR article.
The Art of the Cache
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/1735279/posts
The ending of #1 was such a shock :(
"There is a long line stretching through the history of this world: a line of those who valued freedom more than their lives. Thomas Adams now took his place at the end of that column as he determined that he would have liberty, or death. He would be in good company/"
I have some things in mind myself.
Good on you, Lurker. We need more like you.
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