The Haters, The Lovers, The Seekers.....

As I sit in comfort of my plush chair, the fire is keeping this space warm and the smell of the fire reminds me of childhood days of living on the farm. I know that wood I split was well worth the effort as I knew these days were coming, and I would have to keep us warm. It was the same way back on the farm.

Today the world is a whole different place, but there are spots and places that have stayed the same just as I was raised. People are trying to get back to the basics and teach themselves the skills needed to live off their land, I am one of those people. To me, its in my soul, part of my program, what I believe in, what I desire. I was never a " keep up with the Jones " or "faddish" type, maybe as a teenager but that has long since been gone.

When we moved here I had many dreams on how I was going to make this land work for us. I have struggled many times with different aspects of living self sufficient. I haven't gone without, I have always provided, and the food I eat and gather is bar none the best. I know that when we pop open that canning jar, whatever is in the jar was made with hard work and lots of love. Pride is something I feel, but its also my drive to live the way I do. No words can describe to you how I felt in my heart when that day I opened my freezer and all the food that filled it over half way was of my own effort and hard work. The rewards of doing it on your own are many, more than some people can see, but also ones that people seek to understand it.

The Haters
Haters is a strong word, but these are the people that think that meat in a package was grown in a garden or a product made by man. Shake your head if you want, I have a neighbor that thinks just that way, clueless. They are the people who look down on you, or feel sorry for you because you "have to" live the way you are. They think that the efforts you make to make maple syrup is a joke because they can go to the store and buy it without any effort.
Its easy to go to the store and buy a dead processed chicken, after cooking it, its okay to throw some of it away if you want because there is no relationship between that chicken and you. I was at a KFC, yup I said it, sue me, KFC....... When I ordered some wings. As I sat down to eat them, I opened the hot sauce and began to chow down (KFC does have some killer hot sauce). After a couple, I bit into one that had a dark substance all around the meat and bone. Raising and slaughtering animals myself, I knew that was a blood clot caused by abuse. At the hands of a human, that chicken died in a manner less than respectable, at least in my book.
The haters don't have a clue as to why it was like that... Frozen veggies and fresh.... They sit around and complain about the economy and food prices, but harvesting lettuce in a field is below them. They are the people supporting big Ag companies so that the basic gentle farmer can't make a decent living at working the land or raising meat to sell. I don't hate the Haters, I want to open their eyes, teach them, let them taste their own rewards. I want them to raise one chicken and harvest that chicken to feed their family.

The Lovers
These are the people who might not have land, might not understand what we do or how we do it. They are looking at us, reading what we do, and living through us as we get on with life. Lovers are those that understand why/what we are doing. They sit on the side lines because perhaps that is all they can do because they need to learn and be taught how to do something on their own. They don't envy us so much as appreciate what we do and what makes us tick. They do what they can to recycle, and do what they can to keep the landfills less filled.  Lovers ask questions about what we do as well as love the food we share with them. Some lovers cover their like for us because they don't think they can do what you do. But they are always the first to stick their hand up for free veggies when we have extra to offer. Believe it or not, Haters can be closet Lovers, in fact a closet Lover will be your seasonal friend. They are easy to snuff out, you just have to see who is kind to you during growing season and dislikes your lifestyle when growing season is past. I am positive you can say " Hey, I know someone like that! " Lovers also don't make fun of us, they are eager to understand because perhaps they will someday be a Seeker. I like Lovers and I will gladly keep sharing what I do, in hopes someday, you will post that you decided to try it for yourself and love the rewards of your hard work and thank me.

The Seekers
I am a Seeker... Seekers are those, ( I will remind you, at ANY LEVEL) that are seeking a new/better way to provide for their family by doing it themselves. They seek out like minded people to join with to learn and understand. They want to join those people that are doing it and get their hands dirty. They want a wood fire, they want to pop open the canning jar, they want to understand how basic needs can be met by hard work and understanding how to do it. They respect others who have to live that way, they look at those who have to live that way as a friend. A Seeker can cover themselves with a blanket that was sewn with yarn and understand the warm they feel was made with a pair of hands not a factory loom. They embrace the smell of a wood fire, and will even cook a meal right in the living room because while the open fire heats the room, it can also cook a meal in a pan. ( Did you ever image looking at your fireplace that way?) 

I really like it when people tell me that they tried something I have taught them to do, or they buy a book that allows them to make something all on their own. It isn't my goal, but an added benefit to teach others while I learn myself. I know some of you have been with me a few years now, and as I have hit the bumps along the way, you too have hit them with me. Thanks for hanging out with me and I hope your doing something SS if you weren't already doing it yourself. Jason

Self Sufficient Protection..... Shots Fired.... You Decide!

Before I explain to you what happened, I want to touch on a few things and I do not advise you to do what I am about to share as there could be jail time and arrest made. In this case, nobody was hurt and both parties decided not to follow up with calling the police.

I know a story that has be recently told in a small circle of friends of mine, and thou I am blogging it, the names and the people involved will forever remain ghost to you and to law enforcement.

Personal property isn't worth killing a human over, but what if it meant protecting more than property? What if it was some of your stored food? What if you had some emergency supplies located in the same area? Is it worth the confrontation? What if the law was called and serous charges were banked up by the DA?

It was late evening, and winter was just coming in, and the night air was chilled in the 30's. A noise was heard near an outbuilding, and than voices were heard.... Joe (made up name) heard the noise and knew that one of his out buildings was being broken into. Joe goes into his house and grabs one of his shot guns and makes his way to the building were he heard the noise, then he hears then talking... Joe shouts, hey what are you doing? The men dash into the wood line, run for a short distance... Joe decides to fire his weapon, not once, but twice.... While waiting, Joe shouts and points a flashlight into the woods, saying if they come back he will kill them, and how he is a crazy hillbilly not a redneck and that sort of stuff... Meanwhile the men in the woods get scared, Joe fires more shots, and he sees them run deeper in the woods and can hear them getting hurt while the small branches smack them in the face and they run scared of being shot... joe even says he saw on trip and fall, but kept yelling stuff...

Joe said he saw one of them, dead in the face, and knew what he was up to. There has been a long time label made on this guy, even (I) am aware of it.

So, they never returned again..... But here is what Joe told me after he told me the story....

Joe said that he knew them alright, and decided to send them a serous message, one they wouldn't forget anytime soon.... Joe said he had fired the shots into the air over the area where they had hid in the woods. As the pellets fell back to earth, he shouted, firing two shots into the bank to make them think he was shooting at them.... As the second shots fired up came down on them, they did a jump and ran, this time hitting branches and falling.... Never to return again...

Joe returned back to the building to find a window screen pried off and a screw driver that didn't belong to him. Weeks later Joe said a few of his neighbors have since put an outside light on buildings and he continues to live without worry...