Belted in, boxed in. The gun still has to run.

A third-gen Cummins, built the whole way through.

Bulletproof glass. The word “proof” is doing a lot of work.

Zeroing an AK, part three. He’s not rushing it.

Experimental armor, and a .50 BMG. One of them wins.

Word out of Iran is moving faster than confirmation. Press play.

When a major storm rolls through, or the power goes out, most people reach for their phones to communicate. We call family and friends, send texts, or check social media to find out more about what’s happening. Most of the time, this works just fine. But if you’ve ever experienced a widespread emergency (such as a hurricane or earthquake), you may have found that the cell network can become overloaded and calls may not go through. Even if cell towers are still standing, having thousands of people trying to make calls all at once can make it difficult for them…

They beat on the iX8 to see if zero walks.

Even the title won’t commit. Press play.

Same name, two navies. The rest diverges fast.

Big words in that title. See what’s behind them.

Part two on zeroing an AK. Stick with it.

Nobody takes the .32 seriously. He tests it anyway.

Loud headline out of North Korea. See what holds up.

Everybody has an EDC list. Here is his.

Heavy fighting reported inside Iran. He walks through it.

Pathogens into the country. And a university payroll.

I never heard the term “harvest” used in reference to hunting until I was an adult. Growing up, the term we used for killing a deer was just that: “killing,” or maybe “shooting.” We kept our descriptions literal.  The first time I heard someone say they had “harvested” a deer, my brain immediately conjured images of cutting corn, picking vine-ripened tomatoes, and snapping green beans while cicadas whirred overhead. I had grown up gardening, and the term “harvest” was something I always connected to vegetables and farming, not critters and hunting. Times have changed, however, and using the word “harvest”…

A mud-caked buck appears out of nowhere, his legs stained from the bog. The deer scans its surroundings. He’s an old deer that knows just how perilous life can be outside the security of his swamp. This kind of buck is hesitant to leave his bedding area during daylight. Fortunately, he won’t have to. You get aggressive and set up just right for an afternoon hunt — a stand about 80 yards from his bed. When he appears broadside at 30 yards, you draw back, settle in, and send a good arrow straight through the vitals. The buck kicks his…

Everybody drills the trigger. Nobody drills the breathing.

Close range looks like the easy part.

Easiest isn’t a word preppers use much. Hear him out.

The cameras aren’t just watching. They’re writing the ticket.

Turned off isn’t off. That’s the part people miss.