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byVanderleunonJuly 17, 2021
THE KRILLS are currently renting these billboards and doing God’s Work.
Dick Proenneke, The Man Who Lived Alone In The Wilderness“Did you ever pick blueberries after a summer rain? Pull on dry woolen socks after you’ve peeled off the wet ones? Come in out of the subzero and shiver yourself warm in front of a wood fire? The world is full of such things.”
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I don’t respond to anyone knocking on my door. Those who need to reach me know how to do so. In the past, when I did answer a door-knock, I was invariably presented with someone with whom I had no interest.
I suppose now ignoring the Vaxx Commissars, will get you on yet another list. Next time you hear a knockin’ , it will be some “medical” person who will be accompanied by a couple of jackbooted storm troopers, costumed with the intent to intimidate.
Well. at least we don’t have any mean tweets to contend with that give one the vapors.
Sam L.July 17, 2021, 10:48 AM
Blacks in South Africa are destroying the facilities and businesses that provide food‼️ What can I say, except the STUPID is STRONG in these ones…
Black Shirts at the door: I will pull out my Covid shot record from my pocket, hold it out in my left hand, and raise my right arm up to 45 degrees,…und zay, “Hier ist mein Papier, Herr/Frau OBERST!!!”
ghostsniperJuly 17, 2021, 11:25 AM
Pretty soon africa’s gonna look like portland.
EX-Californian PeteJuly 17, 2021, 11:48 AM
I’m not exactly a ‘wilderness dweller’- more like a ‘deep rural’ dweller. It’s blessed me with the highest quality of life I’ve ever known. No “trans-thing Evan” types, no Antifa(g) types, extremely few Libtards in my entire county, incredibly low cost of living, and it wouldn’t take much cost of effort to literally live off my land. That Dick Proenneke guy is probably one of the happiest guys on Earth. (And smartest.)
Any “Biden Vax Patrol” folks who might ignore my no trespassing signs and actually make it to my front door will be met with the sign by my front door that reads “If you want to give me a shot, I want to give YOU one, too!” And epoxied to the sign are 3 “dummy” rounds- a .12 gauge, a .50 BMG, and a 45-70.
I suffer of not wanting people,
and needing them.
what feral silence I could exist in there
clothed in blessed stillness.
Jack CrevalleJuly 17, 2021, 4:09 PM
On the “How to feed 10000 fighters” story, about the Colombian FARC:
“In Colombians’ imaginations, these “weird” foods, and stolen cattle or chickens, became the staple guerrillero foods. This solidified the images of guerrilla members as enemies, almost savage-like figures that needed to be eliminated.”
They are communists. They do need to be eliminated.
Mike SeyleJuly 17, 2021, 4:37 PM
I used to fish the Texas Gulf Coast, but don’t think I ever caught a jack crevalle. Might have. My memory is fading. Plenty of specs, though. And gaffheads, unfortunately.
I started building an off-grid home in 2006 and it was about then that I first watched the segments of “Alone in the Wilderness” that are on YouTube. My place is nowhere near as remote as Twin Lakes, but it’s far enough that it is very quiet when the dogs aren’t yapping. I admire Mr. Proenneke for his abilities to be pretty much totally self reliant. I don’t know about some of his recipes in the videos.
ghostsniperJuly 18, 2021, 4:39 AM
I set out to do what Proenneke did back in 1980 at age 25. This was when I found out some startling info. The white man has little right in Alaska, at least from my perspective. My goal was to hire a bush pilot to drop me off 200 miles north of Fairbanks and I would build a cabin with my hands and live off the land. Venture to town once a year to trade furs and gold for supplies.
The bush pilot was required by law to document my drop off point with the authorities. I was told that gov’t officials would stop in to check on me now and then. I found that simply going out and “living off the land” was illegal if I did not own the land and that the eskimos had all the rights and white people had almost none. Further, there was a yearly “lottery” conducted where the gov’t would divvy out small portions of land for people interested in creating mining claims and the chance of being picked was very slim.
Yes, I was young and stupid. I put all I had into this effort and ended up limping back to the lower 48 with my ass dragging and my wallet empty. In Anchorage I bought a $98 Western Air ticket to SeaTac and when I arrived there I had $6 in my pocket. I made a phone call to an army buddy in SoCal (Torrance) and he said he’d get me a job at Martin Marietta when I got there. I went into Denny’s on I-5 and chowed like a big dawg then hit the road. It took 6 long days to get to Torrance the old fashioned way, mostly walking it seemed.
Halfway between SanFran and LA, at about 2am on I-5, a guy in a brand new Datsun 280Z gave me a ride. He had been driving all day and asked if I wanted to drive so that he could catch some Z’s and I said sure. The whole trip from Seattle to LA was quite an adventure and one of these days I should commit it to paper. The 280Z was the last chapter as I rolled into LA in mid June early morning just as the sun was rising. Things were changing.
enn essJuly 18, 2021, 9:22 AM
Years and years ago, I think it was back in the late 80’s early 90’s, watched a documentary on the life of Dick Proenneke and read the book written about his life, “Alone in the Wilderness”. An exceptional man both in manner and attitude.
Made, with a few exceptions, everything he needed to live a life such as he did. Completely happy and functional with himself as company, the world he lived in providing everything he “needed” in life. Quite different than those of today that simply cannot function without a phone in their face and all their needs provided “for” them. Most put into his position would make it a lengthy 20 minutes.
200 miles north of Fairbanks, Ghost? That would have put you pretty well into the foothills of the Brooks Range, arctic & alpine tundra, not many trees over a foot tall for cabin building.
Having said that, 40-50 years ago I picked up an old timer hichhicker that that pretty much did that there. he was a miner living on a claim in the Brooks, a hard coal vein near his cabin that he mined for heat, came down to Fairbanks once or twice a year with enough metal to buy necessities. He’d hauled wood in to build his cabin, by the way.
I’ve known lots of folks living in the bush, some legally, some illegally it don’t make no nevermind. Most would, out of kindness discourage a cheechako from trying it, I suspect the bush pilot had your best interests at heart.
Minnesota GuyJuly 18, 2021, 6:01 PM
I love everything about the Proenneke true-adventure, but we shouldn’t forget the fact that he was resupplied every six weeks (year around) via bush plane.
Thanks for sharing your Alaskan adventure with us, Ghost.
gwbnycJuly 19, 2021, 1:37 AM
looked for an actual recipe w/proportions for the rebel bread and found nuttin’.
A very attractive LITTLE cabin. I suppose Proenneke built this thing short and tiny to retain heat. Does anyone think he could actually stand upright inside?
VanderleunJuly 19, 2021, 9:25 AM
I think he could have stood upright and I’m pretty sure he did.
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
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Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
THE KRILLS are currently renting these billboards and doing God’s Work.
Dick Proenneke, The Man Who Lived Alone In The Wilderness “Did you ever pick blueberries after a summer rain? Pull on dry woolen socks after you’ve peeled off the wet ones? Come in out of the subzero and shiver yourself warm in front of a wood fire? The world is full of such things.”
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When first in Paris in 1968, I used these several times. Quite a distinct “metallic” urine smell. Still a memory today. Regretfully. Pissoirs: The vintage public urinals of Paris, 1865-1875 
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I don’t respond to anyone knocking on my door. Those who need to reach me know how to do so. In the past, when I did answer a door-knock, I was invariably presented with someone with whom I had no interest.
I suppose now ignoring the Vaxx Commissars, will get you on yet another list. Next time you hear a knockin’ , it will be some “medical” person who will be accompanied by a couple of jackbooted storm troopers, costumed with the intent to intimidate.
Well. at least we don’t have any mean tweets to contend with that give one the vapors.
Blacks in South Africa are destroying the facilities and businesses that provide food‼️ What can I say, except the STUPID is STRONG in these ones…
Black Shirts at the door: I will pull out my Covid shot record from my pocket, hold it out in my left hand, and raise my right arm up to 45 degrees,…und zay, “Hier ist mein Papier, Herr/Frau OBERST!!!”
Pretty soon africa’s gonna look like portland.
I’m not exactly a ‘wilderness dweller’- more like a ‘deep rural’ dweller. It’s blessed me with the highest quality of life I’ve ever known. No “trans-thing Evan” types, no Antifa(g) types, extremely few Libtards in my entire county, incredibly low cost of living, and it wouldn’t take much cost of effort to literally live off my land. That Dick Proenneke guy is probably one of the happiest guys on Earth. (And smartest.)
Any “Biden Vax Patrol” folks who might ignore my no trespassing signs and actually make it to my front door will be met with the sign by my front door that reads “If you want to give me a shot, I want to give YOU one, too!” And epoxied to the sign are 3 “dummy” rounds- a .12 gauge, a .50 BMG, and a 45-70.
Slightly off topic, but I think most here will find this article about a letter to the FBI concerning Antifags rather amusing- https://www.lawenforcementtoday.com/concerned-citizen-warns-fbi-media-outlets-about-antifa-violent-protest-planned-you-told-us-to-snitch/
I suffer of not wanting people,
and needing them.
what feral silence I could exist in there
clothed in blessed stillness.
On the “How to feed 10000 fighters” story, about the Colombian FARC:
“In Colombians’ imaginations, these “weird” foods, and stolen cattle or chickens, became the staple guerrillero foods. This solidified the images of guerrilla members as enemies, almost savage-like figures that needed to be eliminated.”
They are communists. They do need to be eliminated.
I used to fish the Texas Gulf Coast, but don’t think I ever caught a jack crevalle. Might have. My memory is fading. Plenty of specs, though. And gaffheads, unfortunately.
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I started building an off-grid home in 2006 and it was about then that I first watched the segments of “Alone in the Wilderness” that are on YouTube. My place is nowhere near as remote as Twin Lakes, but it’s far enough that it is very quiet when the dogs aren’t yapping. I admire Mr. Proenneke for his abilities to be pretty much totally self reliant. I don’t know about some of his recipes in the videos.
I set out to do what Proenneke did back in 1980 at age 25. This was when I found out some startling info. The white man has little right in Alaska, at least from my perspective. My goal was to hire a bush pilot to drop me off 200 miles north of Fairbanks and I would build a cabin with my hands and live off the land. Venture to town once a year to trade furs and gold for supplies.
The bush pilot was required by law to document my drop off point with the authorities. I was told that gov’t officials would stop in to check on me now and then. I found that simply going out and “living off the land” was illegal if I did not own the land and that the eskimos had all the rights and white people had almost none. Further, there was a yearly “lottery” conducted where the gov’t would divvy out small portions of land for people interested in creating mining claims and the chance of being picked was very slim.
Yes, I was young and stupid. I put all I had into this effort and ended up limping back to the lower 48 with my ass dragging and my wallet empty. In Anchorage I bought a $98 Western Air ticket to SeaTac and when I arrived there I had $6 in my pocket. I made a phone call to an army buddy in SoCal (Torrance) and he said he’d get me a job at Martin Marietta when I got there. I went into Denny’s on I-5 and chowed like a big dawg then hit the road. It took 6 long days to get to Torrance the old fashioned way, mostly walking it seemed.
Halfway between SanFran and LA, at about 2am on I-5, a guy in a brand new Datsun 280Z gave me a ride. He had been driving all day and asked if I wanted to drive so that he could catch some Z’s and I said sure. The whole trip from Seattle to LA was quite an adventure and one of these days I should commit it to paper. The 280Z was the last chapter as I rolled into LA in mid June early morning just as the sun was rising. Things were changing.
Years and years ago, I think it was back in the late 80’s early 90’s, watched a documentary on the life of Dick Proenneke and read the book written about his life, “Alone in the Wilderness”. An exceptional man both in manner and attitude.
Made, with a few exceptions, everything he needed to live a life such as he did. Completely happy and functional with himself as company, the world he lived in providing everything he “needed” in life. Quite different than those of today that simply cannot function without a phone in their face and all their needs provided “for” them. Most put into his position would make it a lengthy 20 minutes.
200 miles north of Fairbanks, Ghost? That would have put you pretty well into the foothills of the Brooks Range, arctic & alpine tundra, not many trees over a foot tall for cabin building.
Having said that, 40-50 years ago I picked up an old timer hichhicker that that pretty much did that there. he was a miner living on a claim in the Brooks, a hard coal vein near his cabin that he mined for heat, came down to Fairbanks once or twice a year with enough metal to buy necessities. He’d hauled wood in to build his cabin, by the way.
I’ve known lots of folks living in the bush, some legally, some illegally it don’t make no nevermind. Most would, out of kindness discourage a cheechako from trying it, I suspect the bush pilot had your best interests at heart.
I love everything about the Proenneke true-adventure, but we shouldn’t forget the fact that he was resupplied every six weeks (year around) via bush plane.
Thanks for sharing your Alaskan adventure with us, Ghost.
looked for an actual recipe w/proportions for the rebel bread and found nuttin’.
anybody know of one?
thx~
A very attractive LITTLE cabin. I suppose Proenneke built this thing short and tiny to retain heat. Does anyone think he could actually stand upright inside?
I think he could have stood upright and I’m pretty sure he did.