Priorities of Survival | Into the Desert S1E5 | Gray Bearded Green Beret ft. Kirsten Rechnitz

[@unfi6798]

The greatest chat on earth. Thank you Kirsten. Greetings from Australia.

[@deechapin4245]

Thank you for sharing.

[@martinrobinson9230]

Nice one mate 👍👍

[@awalktowardsglory]

So much great information on your channel. Thanks for sharing your knowledge!

[@corleyoutdoors2887]

Informative and beneficial video

[@runningman1156]

such great info, I could listen to you speak for hours on end 🥰

[@dontfearthereaper9528]

I really enjoy your calmess and well spoken delivery. If your a person of faith and believe in the power of prayer i would suggest praying also. It has personally gotten me through very difficult times. Thank you

[@bushcraftsyllabus]

Thank you for the wealth of knowledge.

[@robertwood6297]

survival in the day is quite different to survival in the night

[@pennsyltuckyreb9800]

Always have some sort of small headlamp and way to start a fire on you all the time. 👍

[@guadalupeskitchen3734]

Excellent content

[@CapitanFantasma1776]

So that's what you look like without your beard! Great lesson! Thanks!

[@Benshee013]

MARCH is going in my mind;)

[@MichaelR58]

Good video , thanks for sharing , God bless !

[@behindthespotlight7983]

1:31 The one time I almost got lost was in the Sespe Wilderness in Southern California. I was trekking toward the trailhead & car after two nights camping approximately 5-6 miles deep in the backcountry. Suddenly I was confronted with a fork in the trail and both paths looked identical. I stopped. Removed my pack. Sat down. Rolled a cigarette. Closed my eyes & tilted my face sunward. Heard the birds. And trees. Lit my rolly. Almost forgot that I’d just been popped with that adrenalized “oh shit” moment just a few minutes earlier. Heard the birds. Trees. My own heart hammering and exhaled smoke. Smoking and enjoying 35 pounds of relief off of my shoulders. I remembered hearing those trees. I think they were poplars. They wish-swish and rattle. The leaves rattle. This was October. Very distinctive. Popped open my compass. Shot an azimuth. Not much help because I traveled in via dead reckoning and couldn’t see “the saddle” that marked the last hill range that needed to be covered before descending into the valley where our cars were parked. Swish-wishhhh. My grandma had similar trees in her yard when I was a kid. Little kid. “Gramma’s big trees” “This is the second time I’ve had that memory recently. Had it coming in on day one.” BOOM! The confusion lifted. There were poplars along the right hand path. Birch along the left. And I’d heard the poplars when trekking in. Had I given over to trail shock and determined Big Foot was watching me, had I double timed it and bolted down the left hand path I’d have trail-pounded for two full hours before recognizing that there was no saddle anywhere and I was lost. Lost somewhere in 45 long miles between Highway 5 and Highway 101. Lost staring at the silvery ocean. A mere line on the horizon. The wrong horizon! Twenty miles distant. By the time I was pulling apart the biodegradable cigarette paper & letting the breeze scatter the remaining tobacco I’d marched along far enough to know that I was on the right path. My car was 3 hours away. Make that three hours & five minutes. I took a knee, orientated my map and shot a confirmation azimuth. Directly at the big saddle in those South Easterly hills. Lesson learned. Today I live at the base of Olympic National Park in Northwest Washington. Our gas stations & bulletin boards are plastered with missing persons. Almost all of them set themselves up for failure before ever placing a single toe on their trail. They didn’t leave an itinerary. Neither did they bring a PLB. They had no map. No compass. They didn’t know what dead reckoning is. They didn’t know, as almost nobody in post modern mc’merica does, that disoriented hikers favor their dominant foot and therefore tend to walk in massive circles. Massive clockwise circles for the right-dominant. They carried no survival gear. No extra medication. No warm clothing. Worse no one was lighting up local EMS & SAR when they failed to check in because they left only vague plans with numerous acquaintances. Staying off of the bulletin boards up here means taking that extra time to think. And never trek off into vast wilderness with just a bottle of water. And never do so solo. Not up here. Big Foot might be watching. People must stop treating their day hikes like they’re passing through the gate at a slightly different Disneyland. The only E ticket is for a ride that we all must take eventually. Just not today. It’s up to each of us to decide. To think, prepare and behave proactively. To eschew the 911 victim mentality that surrounds us everywhere. Everyday. Just not today.

[@KevinSmith-yh6tl]

Sorry, got distracted. Could you repeat that please?

[@SplashyCannonBall]

Safe to say Kristen and gray beard will be the last two on earth.

[@pyeitme508]

Useful sir 🤠

[@usmcnbc5711]

The changing camera view inserted from the side was distracting.

[@chiefredbird7315]

I've already forgot . 😅

[@awalktowardsglory]

😂

[@tim3wade4]

I asked chat GPT 4 for a desert survival bug out bag loadout list it didn't do too bad three of the notable suggestions...satellite phone, solar charger and a GPS 🎉 along with water a tarp a wide-brimmed hat sunglasses a LifeStraw.....

[@mentalllllll]

@thegreybeardedgreenberet How about this as food for thought. Not that it will happen, but have you given any thought to it? At any point in time did you ever have your generals devise a plan for an invasion of America? What I mean is did you ever imagine the fact that America could actually be the country to be invaded by a foreign military? Other than of course when I brought it up about our people being so heavily armed that an invasion would be nearly impossible. Even our wildlife protects us in certain areas. Have you ever thought about there possibly being actual supply dumps here in America? Kind of like we do for our troops in other countries on missions? Where would you drop supply dumps here in America? Could there be paid individuals burying supplies with maps to their locations? If you invaded then would you do it by land, sea, or air? Where would be your entry points? Where would be your checkpoints for your missions? What would be your actual missions here as the invader? Should you invade America then at what stage of a war would you invade America? I mean they drop drugs all the time. Why not actual supplies? Could there already be an army here here unawares?We're now having problems out of OPEC whom just cut us out of their oil industry. They have sleeper cells here just like Iran does. They own 1/3 of all the ports here in America. For some odd reason African Americans are targeted for bullshit when we own damn near next to zero of any of the money making industries. We invest into it, but don't own none of it. In every African American neighborhood all the communications, transportation, food, and bill payment centers are Arab and Chaldean owned. Next to none of it is African American owned in their own neighborhoods. But they aren't the only ones with sleeper cells here. They are just the most dedicated ones here.

[@swenic]

People die every year whilst trekking because they sweat out electrolytes and drink only water. I think it is worthwhile mentioning.

[@entltyq]

Why the hell are you so smart?

[@1980Baldeagle]

Immigrants die every year at America's southern border because they drink water that's stashed for them by the Desert Angels. The water jugs during the day get up in 130s. The poor people die from drinking hot water during the daytime heat.

[@swenic]

I blame the youtube algoritm

[@awalktowardsglory]

@@entltyq 😂