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I needed to fly away.  I packed up my huge 110 Liter Kelty backpack, and boarded a plane for Denver, CO.  Listening to Dre, Snoop, Hendrix, and Wiz set the mood on the ride.  My brother lives in brick apartment downtown, and was generous enough to let me stay one week there.  He showed be around, mentioned cool spots to frequent, but mostly I just got high a mile above the sea level I swam from.

Staying in the historic Capital Hill district, there were Marijuana Dispensaries within walking distance.  I anticipated the treats I’d savor, and the bud I’d put in the air.  The AMCH hooked me up with all sorts of medicated goodies, as seen in the pictures below.  Of course, I didn’t get the best deal as a Oregon resident, compared to people with medical cards.  I will say, however, it’s good to know friends in high places for the best stuff.  I showed my OR ID, and purchased a bag load of THC infused gummy and taffy candies, cookies, Ear Wax, Pixie Sticks, strains of Indica and Sativa, and a very special Chocolate Rice Crispy Treat.  The green, gooey bar was loaded with 500 milligrams of activated THC.  The label warned of couch lock, and I found out that’s a real thing.  After eating all of it, it took too much energy to move.  I watched Judge Judy for 3 days straight.  Sure, Denver is a fun city, but I didn’t visit there to act trendy, and fit in.  So I smoked every 15 minutes, and got fatter.  It sounded better than trying to pick up chicks.  I had a hard enough time trying to pick out a can of coffee that wasn’t decaffeinated.  And with the thin air up there, picking up anything is difficult, especially females.  I’d need an oxygen mask for sex.

I felt free being able to carry a fat bag of smoke, and edibles down the street without worry.  Now, Oregon, Washington, Alaska, and D.C. have ended marijuana prohibition.  Measure 91 in OR has been years in the making.  With a tax on it, everyone wins.  Except the people that have never tried pot, and refuse to.  Ignorance is a dying breed.  If you haven’t puffed weed, do all stoners a favor, and don’t comment on something you don’t know anything about.  Weed is real medicine.  So ditch the pills, and consider Nature’s cure for just about everything – MARIJUANA!

Check out different pot varieties, and the AMCH shop in Denver, CO

My fellow Oregonians rejoice the news that Measure 91 has passed, and weed in legal in our State!

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Free at last in Colorado!

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By Cameron McKirdy

Former Marine Tactical Gypsy has an exclusive Survival Bros blog and new elk jerky recipe for you.  He hunts in Oregon with seven other buddies, and no matter how much they kill, they split the meat evenly so nobody is left out.  This season his hunting party terminated five bulls, producing around 225 pounds of meat each.  He has used the animal for sausage, country fried steaks, and thick jerky strips.  His favorite cut is the back strap, which runs on each side of the spine.  It’s the most tender part, and is amazing in a stew of vegetables and spices.  Simmer that on a low boil for awhile, and you have a man meal sure to satisfy.  Tactical Gypsy also told me he likes to pan sear the meat first, to lock in the juice.

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To produce scrumptious elk jerky he cut slabs 1/4th of an inch thick, because they shrink.  His recipe calls for six or seven pounds of flesh, so he ends up with big nuggets to feast on.  Each hunk is approximately 4″ x 1″ wide.  The marinade calls for 4 1/2 cups of soy sauce, with plenty of Worcestershire depending on personal preference.  Mix in 1 pound of brown sugar, then a 8 oz. bottle of hickory liquid smoke flavoring.  Soak the elk in a bowl, or deep pan, and refrigerate for 12 hours..  After that, use a colander to run off the marinade.  Next, lay out the strips on the dehydrator trays evenly, with bigger pieces going on the bottom.  Sprinkle on coarse black pepper, turn the machine on high, and let her rip.  Check back every few hours, and rotate the racks as needed.  In 12 additional hours you’ll have a stash of jerky to devour, and give out to your friends.  Tactical Gypsy, if you are reading this, please save me a nug or two.  Survival Bros will have more blogs soon.  Check back often.  Likes, shares, and comments are appreciated.

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Yes, I just blogged about a movie, and here’s another quick Survival Bros review.  I make movies, so it’s only natural I critically look at them.  I poked the Xbox, loaded Netflix, and watched the new 2012 documentary called Craigslist Joe.

This is another heartwarming survival tale.  We follow Joseph Garner on a free-spirited journey across North America.  Joe has no idea if he can count on the hospitality of others to endure homelessness, with no money, or contacts.  He pops his thin comfort bubble, and sees if there really is a sense of community in the USA.

Craigslist Joe is a great story.  It doesn’t ever feel cheesy, or forced.  Comedian Zach Galifianakis, no relation to Andy Milonakis (besides being fat), was the Executive Producer.  That’s probably why it’s funny.  The premise is pretty ridiculous too.  Joe had no survival gear, or training to make it outdoors.  He should have died.  But somehow, Joe didn’t get shot, or freeze to death on a park bench.  He roughed it one night on the streets in NYC, but was housed by strangers he met online the rest of the 31 days of the experiment.

In all, this flick was worth watching.  We see the generosity of strangers on full display.  Humanity has hope.  People can care.  You just have to make them.  Help them along the way.  Most people Joe encountered just wanted a friend.  Let’s make some new friends.  I will be using Craigslist a little more now, but it’s still nothing special if you live in a small town.

I give Craigslist Joe 4 out of 5 Nuggets.

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Dear Survival Journal,

What a week! I’ve been everywhere, and I got there by bike or foot. I often laugh at slobs in cars. If only they could remember how to walk. Vehicles are for lazy people. I’m glad I bike. I have two bicycles operational right now. I get them tuned up every once in awhile, but they are still way cheaper to own than a car.

I was taking my friend’s dog for a walk this morning, when he started eating poop! No dog, you are suppose to go #2, not eat it. Puppies. I was trying to get him to stop, and get back in the house when I stepped in dog crap with my Vibram toe shoes on. The mutt missed a pile. I was dreading this day. I knew I’d step in poo, or crush a giant slug on accident one day. I’m rethinking wearing Vibrams outdoors now. Gross times ten! I will spare you further details, but I was not a happy camper. Luckily I had a change of shoes nearby. Now I’m trying to forget that happened.

I ate so good yesterday. I wasn’t feeling myself, so I made sure to take all my vitamins, and refuel with superfoods. I made two power smoothies with raw whey, raw rice protein, maca, raw chocolate, spinach, blueberries, and vanilla hemp milk. I also trekked to the store for spring water, which I promptly pounded. I had a buzz off all the different superfoods, and vitamins. I would have felt even better if I juiced. Maybe today.

I’ve been hustling so hard, they are about to name a street after me. I’m not rich, but I get money. I’m starting to think rich people are the lower class. They look down on the poor, and use them. I’m so happy to be blue collar, and not some spoiled, weakling that has never earned his kill. I’m on the streets, and in the woods, working on my skills, and my body. Rich people don’t work. They shop. Shop for things that make them smell good, or look better, when they are actually scum. My DNA thanks me for not being pampered. Poor people are much stronger than the rich. If I ever made it big, I’d give my wealth away.

It’s getting so cold out at night! I’m still in a tent. I really don’t care where I sleep anymore. The other night I had to wear clothes, and my jacket, while in my sleeping bag, just to make it through the night. However, it’s kind of fun, and challenging to find a new place to crash every night. When I’m couch surfing, I feel like it’s too easy. Like I’m royalty or something. I don’t know when I will get an apartment again. I could survive an Oregon winter in the wilderness. My home is the Wild Wild West.

More soon. Time to make paper, and turn it into food and silver. It’s a great day to get outside, in the wild, where I belong. Forget technology.

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