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Completely Unfiltered?…

Were not talking hefeweizen, home-brew of even high-end organic cider vinegar… Were not talking about your creepy uncle that always wants to talk about “that one time he was stationed in Bangkok” when talking to a room full of second graders… Hell im not even talking about just being able to cater your conversation to match the company in a social gathering situation. I’m talking about a personal flaw that I have… It all came to a head many moons ago, in a meeting at the inception of what we have all come to know and love as “Post World Patriot“. It went a little something like this…

“Statistics show that people who read articles, watch videos or otherwise seek information want to be validated as to their choice’s when they choose to learn something… They want you to be an expert. Show them that you are an expert”. Anyone who has spent any amount of time with me knows that I strive to be a humble, simple man. In my eyes I can learn anything, from anyone, at any given point in time if I can only listen intently and have my B.S. filter cranked way up. I ain’t no damn fool, and I know the difference between piss down my back, and rain, but by the same token I have learned some pretty solid information, from some pretty unstable people. I dont command respect and attention paid, I feel that if you want information that I poses, you need only ask then listen to what I have to say. Here in lays my fault. I dont know everything, but I would say that I have a pretty wide wheelhouse (even saying that for me makes me feel pretty icky) when it comes to firearms, cartridges, and survival. I hear such a never-ending line of bullshit coming from some people’s mouths, that it becomes pretty hard to take at times, and being in my situation what am I to do? When standing at the ammo counter at a local gun shop just last weekend, I heard two fellas talking, “which ones should we get? Same ones as yesterday, or one of these other ones?” (they were looking at 5.56/.223 ammo by the way) Me being the person that I am say, “what are you shooting them out of?” (Valid question right?) “AR” was their only retort. “What rate of twist do you have on your barrel, different  twist rates will prefer different weights of bullets”. (Seems like im still trying to help these guys out right?) ” I don’t know, bought it here yesterday It’s a “D-somethin” put a scope on it, and it’s already the 2nd most accurate rifle I have. Shootin just under minute of angle no matter what I put in the magazine, and that’s just from bore-sighting it. My other rifle is a 6.5 Creedmore, bought it here last year, bore-sighted that one with a laser and was hitting steel chickens at 1000 yards in less than an hour, But that ammo is like $70 bucks a box when I reload it. This stuffs all just the same anyways!” “Anyone know who makes one of these “D-somethin” rifles? Del-Tron, Daniel Defense, Diamondback, Double Star, DPMS, DRD, DSArms, who knows, but hell they shoot everything and dont care what so ever. Just one hole. (Little known fact, unless you have a target that proves it, when you work behind a gun counter and a Dude claim’s one hole groups with anything at any distance, you immediately assume that they hit the target only once and missed the rest of times, and figures that he must have shot through the same hole every other time.) Nice guy me, just says, “sounds like you got one hell of a rifle, congrats” and my son and I walked away. I had had enough. 6.5 creedmore ammo was right behind him, average cost $24, even HSM ammo (which I highly recommend to anyone who doesn’t handload, Its great stuff and more accurate them most people are.) was only like 35 bucks,  LIES! I don’t care what caliber you shoot and who makes the rifle, a bullet isn’t a bullet, isn’t a bullet. Were not talking roses here! I have a buddy with a custom-built .375 ultra mag, he can (and has) shot prairie dogs out to over 300 yards with it, It wont even chamber Remington Ammunition. Not because Remington ammunition is by anyway sub-par, but because the ammo dimensions were just on the loose side of the dimension spectrum and the rifle is on the tighter side. AR rifles will shoot anything, but they don’t shoot everything well, and bore-sighting gets you on paper… at 25 yards! Sometimes a blind squirrel finds a nut, but let’s try to be honest here.

Maybe that should be my 3 week late, New Years resolution! You have heard of Project Filter, the website and program that gets people to quit smoking? Maybe I will just start my own called “Project Unfiltered”! (No I’m not going to try to get people to take up smoking.) I’ll make a group that helps people to eliminate their personal filters, for me it would be to create an ability to say “Hey Idiot, Your WRONG!”. Or “Hey dummy, in fact a .22 Hornet is not the best varmint caliber ever”! (I do love the hornet, and especially the K-Hornet), but it sure as hell isn’t a 22-250 or *GASP* the .220 SWIFT, were talking sharp sticks and light sabers for God’s sake. Maybe I will just chase down every butthole that tailgates my wife doing 35 in a 25 zone outside the school and give them a piece of my mind… That guy that you offer a beer to, and he says “I can’t drink (insert Budweiser or Coors), it gives me a headache” , I’ll just reply “it ain’t the first one that gives you a headache… it’s the 30th one. Dig around in your purse for a Midol, and ill try to find you some Zima’s!” How great would that be? But In all reality, I don’t think that is the correct recipe to build a better understanding of ourselves or each other, And we sure wouldn’t learn much. Maybe, once again, moderation is key… Anyone want to join my new therapy group “partially filtered”?

-Grant Willoughby  01/21/2018_


The opposite of virtual reality…

Everyone has eaten to the point of being miserable, but you have really outdone yourself this time. “jeeze hun, I’m pregnant, but your are the one that’s acting like you are eating for two!” your wife jokes as you gingerly leave the steakhouse. It was your Christmas party after all, and when they tell you its an open bar, and as much prime rib as you can eat, you’re going to take advantage of it. The whole evening had been a real escape from the normal day-to-day, Christmas had already passed, the kids have already forgotten the name of their elf on the shelf, and Mom and Dad finally have a night to themselves. But as you clear the last street light on your way through the parking lot that feeling hits you. You know the one, it feels like a wet, stinking blanket is suddenly suffocating you. “What the hell is going on” you think to yourself. You have felt this before but it was almost always directly after you had been scared… Close miss in a car wreck, that time you had got “a little turned around” in the woods, but why are you feeling it now? In a moment you realize what is happening. As the large shadow materializes from no where, you right hand searches desperately in your deep trouser pocket. “Where do you think your going” a gruff voice barks. At the same time your fingers find what they were searching for, your Smith & Wesson  Bodyguard 380. “Are you def? I said where do you think you are going” the voice grows more agitated. Now you can actually make out the shape that is harassing you. He is a large man, much larger then yourself. Probably six and a half feet tall, and somewhere between 250 and 300 pounds. It’s not his size that continues to worry you though, it is the fact that he is growing ever more hostile with you, and he has a large object in his hand. “Have I caught this guy breaking into cars, and now he wants to know what I have seen? Or has he been waiting this whole time for someone to walk past the protection of light so that he could rough them up for a few bucks?” you think to yourself. Then in a flash that question is answered for you. With surprising speed he bolts toward your wife, and you can tell from his intensity that he means business. In one fluid motion your pistol clears your pocket. No words are spoken as a lightning fast matched pair of pink edged holes appear dead center on the angry mans sternum as his body collapses. “Are you alright” you ask your wife as she runs to your embrace. Then it happens, the slumped over man stands back up, looks down at his bloody wounds and starts to laugh, ” a .380, you thought you would stop me with a itty bitty .380?” he exclaims as he continues towards you. Remembering the old Navy Captain who was in the South Pacific in World War II’s mantra, “Shoot until they change direction, change shape or catch on fire” you level your weapon, squeeze the trigger 4 more times, combat reload and put 7 more rounds of 90 grain Hornady FTX critical defense ammo directly in the same spot as the first two, but the assailant just keeps coming…

No wait, that’s not the story that I wanted to tell… it was the ” And that bull Elk stood broadside at 53 yards, I shot it 10 times (two whole mags worth) with 180 gr. Nosler Partitions and it just ran away, didn’t even slow it down. That gun will shoot, bumble bees of a daisy at 100 paces without even nicking a petal all day long…” No wait it was the  ” You only shoot Canadian geese when their flying away from you ya know? Goose feathers are so tough that your shot will just bounce off of them if you hit them any other way (…shot bounced off their feathers like hail stones…) . If you shoot them when they are flying away, your shot gets between the feathers and will actually kill em… Everyone knows that.” We have all heard the same stories, some more detailed and elaborate than others, but they all have about the same gist. No matter what the case is, somebody knows a guy that can either prove or disprove anything. It does not matter if times have changed, technology has advanced, or if there is undeniable evidence that unequivocally proves the idea wrong. Because they know someone who will tell you different (truth and misinformation be damned). So what does this bring us to, you might ask? Just a little thing that I like to call “Reality”. “Reality” for those of you that you don’t know, is this weird place that only exists for people who believe in it, and are willing to experience it on their own.  Do I believe that a .380 acp is the “perfect” self-defense caliber? Not a chance, but that’s not because I don’t believe it works, it’s because I believe that with my personal size and stature, I can carry something that can work better. If I wanted a pistol that I could hide while I’m wearing swim trunks or a wrestling singlet I would definitely carry one of the new micro sized .380’s. Why? Because all of the new research into better projectiles, better velocities, and better penetration tests tell me so. Do I think that a 300 pound dude can just soak up 15 rounds (two 7 round magazines and one in the pipe) of quality personal defense .380 ammo center mass and just keep attacking? I believe that just about as much as I believe that elk stand still for 2 magazines worth of shooting, that 180 gr. Partition .308 Winchester ammo can’t kill elk, and that goose feathers are bullet proof. Something inside my brain, be it from decompositional reasoning, or just plain ol’ “seeing is believing” interpretations, tells me that all of these generalities are false. Are their exceptions? You bet! But I don’t validate exceptions to establish my rules.

“Reality” is a strange place for those of you who decide to adventure there. No matter how much you learn, and how deep you explore, you will still have those that challenge your proof and facts. When someone scoffs at your .380 “mouse gun” saying it “isn’t big enough to do anything”, it would be pretty easy to explain to a  rational person that it is in fact the same size as a 9 mm. With reasonable loads it penetrates enough to pass the FBI’s penetration tests, and even the ones that open more aggressively still penetrate close to 10 inches, and how many people have a distance greater than 10 inches from sternum to spine anyways? But the kind of people who downplay any “extra” holes being placed in their body tend to not be of the rational mindset anyways. While you’re at it, tell them that .308 bullets only kill elk when you hit them, and if they really want to push the point about goose feathers being bullet proof, go ahead and make them some body armour out of two pillows and a comforter for Christmas next year. You will come out smelling like a rose on the deal and it will save you the argument. We live in such an instant society, where knowledge and proof is plainly displayed everywhere, and still it  boggles me that people knowingly perpetuate fallacies. But when I really think about it, it doesn’t surprise me. We have children that have never thrown a baseball, but they are World champions at it on the Wii, people will spend hours on an exercise bike, but the idea of riding an actual bicycle on an actual road is completely foreign to them. Have you seen the video of Virtual Ice fishing, people are spending literally thousands of dollars, to pretend to drill holes in ice and pretend to catch perch for Gods sake! Why not just go do it?  If that’s the world you choose to be a part of, you can keep your virtual reality, I will just stay in my happy little place where we seek knowledge and truth, and participate in the opposite of virtual reality.

-Grant Willoughby 01/07/2018-

Candy Coated

11 Days ago I had the privilege of becoming a father for the second time ( I know, I know, number 2 is gonna feel slighted every year because his birthday is piled in there with Christmas, what can I do about it now?) As exciting as a new rugrat is, I already have one son, and just because you get a new toy, doesn’t mean that you just go and forget about your old ones right? To make the whole situation work more smoothly, My oldest spent the 2 nights that we were in the hospital, having a sleepover at my parents house. All was going smoothly until day 2…. “His cough isn’t getting any better, probably need to take him in” my Mom’s voice said across the phone, “alright” I replied and scheduled an appointment. An hour later, I’m sitting with my son in his pediatricians office, and they are asking me to hold his arms down and his head back, they needed to swab his nose. (if you don’t have children, or have never had your nose swabbed (I have never had it done) let me tell you brother, it isn’t what you think it is? Me being oblivious, tell my son that they must need to use a q-tip to get a boog sample to test… Man I could not have been more wrong, it was like a Sucker Punch style frontal lobotomy with a trial sized chimney brush. As tough as my son is, and as much as he tried to hold it back, the tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. I felt bad, not because he had to have it done (sometimes we all have to do things that we don’t want to, or that are uncomfortable for us) but because I felt like I had lied to him. In all actuality, I had no idea what the procedure entailed. In so it would be impossible for me to lie to him without the intention to deceive. But either way he was hurt, which brings me to my point…

As much as I am all the things I write about, hunting and fishing, guns and knives, survival and prepping, I am also a father. With that privilege, comes a responsibility. It is my job to protect my children, to keep them safe, lead them in the right direction and to instill in them what is right. Tell the truth, be honest, be trustworthy. Therein lies the problem: Sometimes you have to spread the truth pretty thin in order to protect your children. You, much like myself, have made a conscious decision to be an active link in your own survival plan. I would say that a reasonable percentage of you carry some sort of personal protection every day, do your children know why? Like exactly why? My son knows that I carry because I want to be able to protect myself, my family, and those that cannot protect themselves. I don’t feel the need to tell him that the average police response time is around 10 minutes, or that there is an ever-growing drug culture that surrounds us where (especially in the Northwest) meth is a running rampant. So why don’t I feel the need to paint those gory pictures of scabby, toothless zombies who will stop at nothing to get their fix, trying to break into your home, while you wait 10 minutes for police to arrive to my 6-year-old son? Because he is a CHILD, children should have the ability to stay children and deal with child issues for as long as possible. One day you are riding bikes around the neighborhood, trying to make it home before the streetlights come on, eating lunchables, drinking Capri sun, and hoping to get a new Nintendo game for your birthday. The next you are worrying about financial responsibility, insurance, public school standards, high blood pressure, the list goes on and on. Why would you want a child to start their adult worrying before that time has come? Yes my son knows that I may have a “few” more rounds for my firearms then most “normal” people, but he thinks it’s because I love to hunt and shoot (And he’s right) he doesn’t really need to know that I have first hand knowledge about ammo shortages, back-door gun control, and the potential of  a collapse of civilization. Hearing both explanations, I would rather live believing the first explanation too. You want your children to start preparing for their future at an early age? Teach them how to cook, put them in a first aid class, teach them the value of a hard days work and callused hands. As tempting as it is to train your 7-year-old daughter how to properly execute “Mozambique drills” or  how to start a fire with her own urine, remember that they are only children and need to be eased into the level of awareness that we have chose. I doubt that Mattel is ever going to liscense a “Barbies first bunker” kit, and thats probably for good reason.

It is a pretty scary world out there, and there are times when I wish that I could go back to the lifestyle of a child. I am still known to knockdown a juicebox and a bag of smiley face fruit snacks on occasion.  I still like to sit back and watch “a Christmas story” come December and remember the excitement of Santa’s arrival. Yet no matter how hard I try, I cannot take myself all the way back, I already know too much of this adult life. That is why I am careful to hold my tongue around the kiddos about my “adult” life,  and why I sometimes “waterdown” the truth a little bit with them in order to make it easier for them to swallow. They will turn around a couple times and be in the same place I am, and longing for the lost innocense of their youth. What kind of father would I be if I try to speed them through the greatest years of their lives? And even as we grow to ripe old ages, it is important to not forget the excitement and wonder of our youth, and how nice it was to have things a little “candy coated”.

Happy New Year.

-Grant Willoughby 12/31/2018-

We really need to stop…

It happens every year… Thanksgiving day, around 2 o’clock the old man backs into his drive way in that old Ford pickup. He gets out gingerly, retrieving his ancient .32 Winchester special from the gun rack in the back window, and continues his stroll towards the front door. Several minutes later with youngin’s in tow , the garage door raises and he gently lowers the tail gate. “That old man did it again” you mutter to yourself in a tone you hope will be quiet enough to disguise the jealousy in your voice. You look over to your wife, “I don’t know how he does it? He hunts one day a year, leaves at 6 A.M., returns home in time to carve the bird, and always gets a buck. What’s he doing that I’m not? I think he borrowed that rifle from Jesus for Petes sake.”  Your wife just smiles and goes back to tending the gravy, and mashing potatoes.

With a World that has become entirely structured by political correctness, it amazes me that we still do it, but we really need to stop, and we need to stop it now!.. Stop Caliber shaming! It’s not just black rifle calibers that matter, ALL calibers matter! In being a red-blooded ‘Merican, and collecting a paycheck working for a beer distributer, its pretty easy to guess that I work with a lot of dudes who love to hunt… And every person that slings up a rifle and heads out looking for backstraps and glory, has their own personal preference as to what the best critter getter caliber is. I do too, but one thing that I learned selling firearms is that people like to tell you why their opinion is right for them, and why every other option is wrong, and boy do those conversations ever get heated. Just yesterday I had a guy tell me that this year he is actually hunting with a “REAL” gun, he finally got rid of that .270 Win, and got himself a “THREE-HUNDRED”. After asking him which of the “three-hundreds” he got, (remember, there is a .300 H&H, .300 Winchester, .300 Winchester short mag, .300 Weatherby, .300 Remington ultra mag, and even the .300 Savage for that matter.) After determining that he had acquired a .300 Win mag, I asked him why he felt so compelled to get rid of the .270? “.270’s a girl gun, and ain’t good for killing nothin’ except for maybe a doe or something. Two years ago I took a shot at a buck at like 300 yards with it, and it just don’t have enough power to put something down at that range. Last year I shot a buck four times and didn’t even kill it.” Well I’ll be damned, I own a .270, I had better just run right down and trade it in. The .270 Winchester is just garbage right?.. I mean who wants a damn girl gun, that can’t shoot 300 yards, and is incapable of both killing bullet proof deer or automatically adjusting for both windage and elevation in order to make up for your poor shooting ability? Who cares that Jack O’Connor (who was a man) traveled all around the World killing the hell out of everything (the list does not only include “does”) with one? Who cares that the caliber was in fact created to be used on big game animals at long ranges (some sources even claiming up to 1000 yards) All that means nothing, because “I know a guy”… We have all heard mis-information fairytale’s start the exact same way. You know what they say about opinions and excrement holes… Hell, I knew an old-timer who lived in Whitefish Montana, he bought a Winchester Model 70 chambered in the .243 Winchester in 1955 (the first year of the calibers inception) He proceeded to shoot everything (and I do mean everything) that lives in Montana, from marmots, to mountain goats and moose, a 100 grain .243 bullet displaced everything just fine. Does that mean that it is the perfect do all caliber? For him it was.

Lets be honest here, There are a TON of calibers, and if given the opportunity I would own one firearm in every one of them. Why? Because I appreciate all of them for what they are, and don’t condemn them for what they are not. I think that the .17 Remington is one pretty stinking sweet varmint round, would I want to use it to kill an elephant? Nope. I understand its limitations in the same way that I don’t want to hunt coyotes with a .460 Weatherby (ok maybe I wouldn’t “mind” blasting a yote with a 500 grain bullet at 2600 fps for around 7,504 foot pounds of energy just one time 😉 ) There is a right tool for every job, but a skilled craftsmen can make up slightly for inferior tools with exceptional skill. (Noah built the ark… He didn’t own a laser guided sliding compound miter saw or anything.) No amount of “ballistic chart” hype can make up for lousy shooting. As for calibers, any round developed with the idea of taking “said” size animal will do a pretty amazing job at it if you do your part. Be it the now long forgotten .250 Savage (otherwise known as the .250-3000, because it was the first American made cartridge that achieved 3000 fps) or the 8mm Remington magnum (most people would only know this round as the parent cartridge of the 7mm Shooting Times Westerner, which according to Kris, when you shoot the STW, you don’t “call your shots”, you “file a flight plan with the FAA”) each round has a place in the particular set of hands, and in the hearts of those that choose it as their preferred weapon. Just because you don’t select it as yours, doesn’t mean that it has no use.

-Grant Willoughby 10/22/2017-


As the rain pitter-patter’s on the steel roof of my humble abode, I sit here quietly wishing that it was 12 degrees colder outside… I know what you are thinking, and no I’m not going to do chapter 2 of “Can you feel the nip in the air?” even though it would be a great idea. More so this blog is to be one centered around something that is quite contradictory. Y’all need to unplug.

We all know that I am the master of contradiction, I wrote about how great AR-15’s were when I didn’t even own one (even though I had shot PLENTY, and sold literally hundred’s of them), then when I finally pull the trigger and purchase one, I haven’t written anything about them since… I write about the benefits of carrying a sidearm as the centralized part of your EDC kit, then someone see’s me out in public armed with only a knife for personal protection. What sacrilege… Am I a hypocrite? I sure don’t think so, I prefer to take Kris’s stand point of accepting the challenge of bringing a knife to a gunfight every once in a while. I don’t feel that you come to our Post World Patriot page to hear us chatter nothing but tacticool jargon all the time. If that is what you’re looking for, there are plenty of web pages that do just that. Hopefully none of the other members of PWP will take an exception to the fact that I am speaking for them, but I feel the need to. We are not the stereotypical firearm/ survival/ tactical website. We don’t take the position of being elitists when it comes to everything that we do, You can call it whatever you want, but I call it a breath of fresh air in an industry that has become stale in topic. ” I only use a thumb forward modified C-grip while shooting my Gen III Noveske N6 Switchblock, I refuse to place my cheek upon anything that wasn’t made in Grants Pass, Oregon by John Noveske” Blah, Blah, Blah, nobody cares! Ok, I take that back, obviously someone does or else those pages wouldn’t exist (or be so popular). That just isn’t us. Sure we could just regurgitate info that we read in the coolest gun magazines, but if you wanted that info you would probably just buy that magazine. At least if you read the article you’re getting the information from the person that actually did the testing. There are lots of “Google degree” graduates out there, I’m just not one of them. Sure I will read up on a thing or two in pursuit of knowledge and understanding, but until I have busted my knuckle on “that” difficult bolt, or until I have personally shot that “particular” rifle, with that “particular” optic, I don’t feel I should be the one who stands at the altar and passes judgement on it. If you don’t experience these things yourself, than you really don’t know, your just taking someone elses word for it. There is only one way to truly gain that knowledge (Let the contradictions begin)… Turn the computer and phone off, and step out into the world and experience them! Yes I know that you read this on some sort of internet enabled device, and by all means keep visiting our page and reading our blogs, but on the flip side of that coin start doing some intimate research on your own. It amazes me that 6-year-old children know every function on an Iphone, but don’t know how to tie a fisherman’s knot. The ability to have patience and actually wait for something is nonexistent, and doing things the “old” or “traditional” way is being forgotten before we ever have a chance to teach it. It’s not just the wee-lads in elementary schools either, I work with guys in there 20’s who have never written a check for God’s sake! Everything has always been electronic for them, electronic payments and electric deposits… Instant oatmeal and instant messenger… Do you remember the last time that you hand wrote a letter and mailed it old school,  like with a stamp and the whole nine yards? People still do it I promise you. Remember when you listened to the radio and sometimes waited all day to hear that new song that you like? Not now, you can instantly listen to that song all 3 times that it takes for you to grow tired of it, all from your phone. Some of these guys have never bought a CD… I use to buy cassette tapes man, you put it in and had to listen to the whole thing or become a fast finger clairvoyant in order to guess just how much fast forward or rewind you needed in order to hear your favorite Skidrow song twice in a row.  The struggle was real!

What we write about are the things that we have experienced in our lives, and with experience comes knowledge. I have learned a lot while having a 6-year-old Son around the house. On any given day I need to be proficient in all forms of toy repair, I may be called upon to proform most basic medical procedures, all while being a caring father and still being able to identify the telltale signs that he is spending way to much time in front of the television or on his tablet. You cannot be scared to tell those you care about to get off their damn phone. “But they get bored”, do something about it, get them up and out of the boredom. Try this experiment: Take one day out of the weekend, unplug your TV, turn the data off on all the phones, cook an honest homemade breakfast (lately we have been doing some great fruit and oatmeal variations that have become favorites. No instant oats allowed!) After breakfast, pick a project that can be proformed around the house in a timely manner (if tools are involved most kids will instantly want to help) and when the work is done… Go have some fun! Kick it old school, load up the fam and take a ride into the woods lookin for critters, or grab a dozen night crawlers and head out to the lake. Build a snowhill, or jump in that pile of leaves that you worked so hard to rake up. Drink hot cocoa (with marshmellows). Take time and enjoy all of the moments.  you will be amazed at how quickly your day has passed and how much fulfilment you got from it. Days like this have amazing rejuvinating abilities, Its funny how sometimes the only way to recharge your batteries is to completely unplug from the system.

-Grant Willoughby 10/14/2017-

Opposites Attract…

I haven’t had a chance to write a blog in a bit, because there simply wasn’t enough hours in the weekend to do everything that I had to do, and write a blog too. For those that don’t know, my wife and I are expecting our second child (just found out it will be another BOY). With all the excitement, also comes a lot of preparation. It just so happens that the next challenge we had to check off our list was to get a different vehicle for the wife. Pretty cut and dry huh? This is where the adventure (and revelation) started for me…

First of all I hate debt, so the idea of spending ten’s of thousands of dollars on something that gets you from point “A” to point “B”, is pretty tough for me. Even more so the fact that you are making payments on something that will be worn out by the time you pay it off seems absurd. Secondly, I’m a very no frills kind of guy, so newer vehicles are super foreign to me. It looks as though almost nothing can be simple any more. My wife previously had a Jeep Grand Cherokee, which was a pretty nice rig, (for her) leather seats, power everything, aftermarket everything… To me it seemed pretty loaded, until I  stepped into the first van (yes I said van) that was on the wifes radar… HOLY CRAP MAN, vans are not just for tree planters, people who live in Utah and have lots of children, or that dude that use to give me free candy as a child anymore. The things are more technically advanced then the friggen Bat-mobile! Backup cameras, power sliding doors, electric start, not one, but two DVD players, power inverters, AV inputs all over the place, mood lighting in the roof panels, the middle seats even spin around and there is a table that mounts into the floor so a family of five can sit in the back and have a meal together. Way to fancy for me, but it got me thinking about people in general, and how every person has their own idea system of what should be considered normal… Case and Point: My wife and I. You all have read where I have made reference to how different we are, but this damn van hunt (see how I had to tie it back to hunting to make myself feel better about the whole thing.) really made me think about how dis-similar that we truly are.

FOOD: My wife is a vegetarian, (ancient Indian word for shitty hunter) doesn’t like “real” meat, has fish on occasion. She married a man who will make three meat nachos, using jerky instead of chips. Her Idea of a perfect meal is some sort of black bean and cheese enchilada thing with a strain of rice that the Dalai llama himself discovered. Mine would be a hamburger made of ground prime rib, that uses moose back straps instead of buns (cooked rare of course) with a peppered blue cheese, for a side dish I would like bacon wrapped jo-jo’s, and boneless buffalo grouse wings. I literally spend hundreds of dollars each year in the pursuit of all things finned, furred and feathered, and I’m married to a women who upon seeing a deer first says “AWWWWWWW”, then quickly transitions to “Run Bambi Run”.  (I guess I can’t complain, it gives me an opportunity to practice my Doe bleat and see if I can stop a critter at full gallop right?) But whats important is that she doesn’t try to keep me out of the woods, and I don’t try (too hard) to get her to eat meat, that is the working balance that we have come up with, and it has worked pretty well.

LIFESTYLE: If you have spent time around me and my clan, you know that my wife does not leave the house without looking like she is ready to go to the biggest party of her life. Her make-up is always done, her hair is always perfect, she smells nice, she is beautiful. Which is crazy to me because she married the exact opposite of her. I can be out of bed and into the truck in less than 10 minutes,  I buzz my hair because I don’t like to waste time fixing it when I can just put a hat on. I grow a beard  because I hate to shave (as a plus, it makes me ruggedly handsome, like if a lumberjack and a viking had a baby), and as for fashion I don’t really care much, I try to dress in a way as to not embarrass her, and that serves my purpose, If a pair of shorts will carry my pistol, my multi-tool, a can, my keys, a knife and my wallet, while at the same time covering my unsavory parts I deem them to be perfectly fine to wear just about any place. While were talking about lifestyle let’s  just go down the list of differences: My wife has a smart phone (probably just like you ) that can do just about anything in the world email, text, watch videos of kids falling on bikes,  read Post World Patriot blogs, buy a custom ar-15 in .223 Wylde from Shogun munitions systems, or even order a copy of “hunt with the Sun at your back” from Amazon and leave us an awesome review for it… I have a ruggedized flip phone that has a compass that will work even when I don’t have cell phone service… And its camo. My Idea of lining up for a good shot is finding a good solid rest, insulating the forearm of the rifle from any hard surfaces, making sure that I focus on a clean trigger squeeze and my shooting breath. Her Idea has something to do with getting the whole family into the view finder in selfie mode. We bought the van mentioned above, so you already know its bells and whistles, but I drive a 1993 Ford F-350 crew cab, no power windows or locks, currently it has a power motor, a power stereo, and a power heater, that’s it! It is exactly what I wanted. But it wouldn’t be right for me to expect my wife to have those same requirements to justify her happiness, or vise versa.

People are different. When you think about it, even your closest friends don’t share the exact same thought processes that you do, And how can you expect them to? Yes I may wish that everyone else was the same kind of weird as me, but I know in all reality I would end up trying to get weirder to overcome the monotony of similarity. Acceptance of individual want and needs is very important, if you click on the news tickers, or flip on the boob-tube you are constantly seeing people rioting and fighting about their beliefs, which to me is the most hypocritical thing that a person can do. If you don’t like the way that someone else thinks, don’t listen to them. Why would you surround yourself with people who have made a choice to stand on the other side of the fence from where you hold to be truth? If someone wants to rally on one side of town about how meat is murder (delicious, delicious murder) and you are a butcher why would you go to that gathering? The only reason I can think of is to start a confrontation, and by doing so, you are  saying that your beliefs are more important than theirs. To me that is wrong. If you really don’t like the anti-meat rally being held, why not start your own rally (on the other side of town) and gather with others who believe as you do, your voice can be heard, and so can the other sides, just in different locations where the chances of altercations are lessened. We as fellow Americans have the right to gather and express our feelings and beliefs (no matter how strange and wrong they may be) in that we have to respect each other and work together in order to keep that liberty, be respectful and kind even when faced with situations that lend themselves well to confrontation. Be bigger then the problem, life your life in a way that perpetuates happiness and growth, not hate and fear. We can all get through this together, and person by person we can restore our faith in humanity. If the beautiful vegetarian women in the minivan, listening to Adele on her Iphone, sipping on a $4 bottled water can find it in her heart to love the redneck Grizzly Adams sitting on his tailgate, drinking a Budweiser, eating deer jerky, listening to Merle Haggard, then why can’t the rest of the world find a way to do the same?

-Grant Willoughby Suptember 3rd 2017-



I told you big things were in the works…

A couple of months ago I wrote you a blog stating that “big things were in the works”, and sure enough we came through on them. If you didn’t see Kris’s post earlier, Kris and I officially published a book (bet you didn’t see that one coming). It is called “Hunt with the Sun at your back.”, Think of it as a modern interpretation of “The Art of War” by Sun Tzu, that has been reworked and reimagined by the two of us, with the outdoor sportsmen in mind. Pretty fun stuff that will relate to almost anyone who enters the outdoors in  pursuit of wild game, or anyone who has done any amount of research into the martial arts. Even if you are just interested to see what two Idaho boys would do trying to rework a timeless military strategy manual, (Hell look at the picture above, even George Clooney is reading this thing!), this is a great book for you. We are very proud of it, and would like to think that it could find a home on any of your coffee tables. It is officially available for purchase through Amazon.com, and its prime eligible.

I promise that we will have more material coming out soon by way of blog and video, it just takes a bit of time to synchronize four different schedules into one. Tell us what you guys want us to write about, or what videos you would like to see. Just ask a question, and we will fire back with everything we got… “What style of fishing  do you prefer, and in so what is your favorite lure?” I (Grant) choose my lures depending on the time of year, and what species I am targeting. Personally I am more of a top-water guy.  As for right now, were doing more internet fishing, and my favorite lure is by far the “Shameless plug!”  (yep its another link to the book)

Grant Willoughby


Form over Function

Somewhere throughout creating modern society at large it was decided (unconsciously or consciously) that a warrior class of the public was either no longer necessary, or no longer important.  What seemed to take its place was a slew of fad fitness routines.  Now I’m not calling anyone out here, if you want to join crossfit, do yoga, insanity, or lift good old fashion weights then do it.  These methods will obviously have positive health results if done correctly, but is that enough?

Efficiency is a really big thing to me and it should be for everyone.  In today’s world we have less and less time to devote to gaining and practicing skill sets.  Is there a way to capitalize so that while improving our level of fitness we are also learning valuable skills?  The answer isn’t new, it isn’t a fitness trend yet to be realized.  For me and what I hope are more people everyday Martial Arts is that answer.  It will undoubtedly get you in better shape, it forces you to use your entire body.  To me the icing on the proverbial cake here isn’t the physical improvements, it is the extremely valuable skill sets that will be gained.  In martial arts you learn personal protection skills that could save your life, or the life of someone you love, maybe a family member.  On top of that martial arts also teaches one deep levels of patience and focus.  If you get lost foraging, or someone is injured and you have to put those first aid skills to work(you do have first aid skills right?) you will find through martial training you can attack the situation at hand without turning to panic.

I have trained in various forms of martial arts and I wont sit here telling you the best style or method.  I think its a personal choice and different systems work better for different body types and personalities.  I will however throw this question out there for you to think about on your next trip to the gym.  Do your current exercise methods offer you the same benefits that a martial training program would?  Are you maximizing gain vs. time invested?  Does it give you skill sets over assets?


Consult a physician before considering any fitness routine.

-Kris Anderson 4/23/2017

Gear in Review…Vol. 1

We at Post World Patriot are constantly trying out new stuff, not only for our own convenience, but also for the benefit of you, the people. (It makes it way easier to gut my want list if I say it that way) I accept the word of someone who I trust WAY more than someone who posts fake review’s online. Nothing pisses me off more than a review online that says “Good product, fast shipping, would buy this again” then as you read through the 1,391 other reviews you realize that 85% of the reviews say the exact same thing. Why leave a review if you can’t be honest? So I am going to give you my personal review of products that I have purchased with my own money, that relate to our lifestyle, and The Post World Patriot way. Without further adieu…


1: Blackhawk Serpa holsters: I, as a child (yes I was allowed to carry a pistol when I was under the age of 21) I always carried in an Uncle Mike’s because that’s what my Dad used,  you remember them, nylon construction with a big old snap on the outside, nothing ever fit your pistol perfectly, but they did work, and they would hold your pistol on your belt. It was a long time coming before I purchased a Blackhawk Serpa holster. Working in a firearms store, I had literally sold hundred of these holsters before I purchased one myself (talk about being hypocritical) But Now after having one for a few years, I am never going back. When I am in the woods, there is no telling what is going to happen, it may be a 20 miles hike up and down steep mountain trails, or a 45 Mph ATV ride through the rain back to camp. I know without a doubt that my serpa won’t let me down. With the patented Serpa Auto-loc technology you can rest safe knowing that your pistol cannot be cleared of the holster until you press the release (that, as a side note, also forces you to index your finger outside the trigger guard… Where your finger should be ANYWAYS) For the money, the Serpa holster is hard to beat, plus it is available with a belt and a paddle holster option.


2: Blackhawk CQB/Rigger’s Belt: No, I’m not some kind of Blackhawk fanboy, but I do have a lot of respect for Blackhawk products. These belt are rated to 7,000 pounds of tensile strength. (if you look around online you can actually find videos where they are using these belts as a choker on some huge trees, and where they have pulled vehicles out with them) It even has an emergency belay clip that can be called into action with just a tug of the velcro. The belts show up pretty stiff, and you probably have a weeks worth of break in to where they are truly comfortable. After that point they are great, and work fantastically as an everyday work belt, as well as a pistol belt. They don’t have belt holes, so they work great for people who are in between belt sizes also. In most reviews online people ask if this belt works with pants? Mine has worked awesome with pants, and its so tacti-cool I even wear it without pants (the velcro does wonders for holding up your underoos 😉 ) But in all seriousness, this is really a quality belt, they come in 4 colors, and retail for somewhere around $40 (I found mine on amazon for $17 and shipping, because it wasn’t the most popular color) The buckle system take’s a little getting use to,  (if your lactose intolerant and going to cold stone to see how well your new meds work, you may be in for a word of hurt with this belt, it takes some time to learn to get it undone quickly!) but nothing that cant be figured out in a days time of playing with it. I wear this belt daily and I would highly recommend the Blackhawk CQB/Rigger’s belt.


3: Stormy Kromer Caps: I bought my first Story Kromer cap 2 years ago, they are not super cheap (most run about $45) But they are awesome. I’ll paraphrase as best I can the story of Stormy Kromer. George “Stormy” Kromer was a semi-pro baseball player who fell in love with a women by the name of Ida. George wanted to marry Ida, but her father said he would not allow it unless George got a “real” job. George applied for a position on the railroad. He and Ida were married. After spending a considerable time on a locomotive, George had lost quite a few hats. In those days (1903) men usually wore fedoras (even in 1903, someone had the sense to realize that fedoras were douchey to say the least) and he asked his wife to modify a baseball cap that would work better for his job on the trains. He asked for a high-crowned, six panel hat, that was made out of a warmer material with a drop down panel that could cover the ears and also make the hat fit more snugly in windy conditions. The Stormy Kromer was born. By 1909 George and his wife Ida had already sold 1,200 caps to local railway workers.  Stormy Kromer hats are still made in the USA, and each one is individually serialized. Upon registering your hats serial number, the company will warranty you hat against everything (including loss or theft) for 3 years. After that, the Stormy Kromer company has a lifetime warranty on all of their hats. It it gets wet and rots out, the company will replace it for free. How many companies stand behind their products like that? For me, the product is well worth the $45 for such a finely made product, with such a great story.  Plus it’s made out of wool for God sake! Mine has lived through 2 years of elk hunt heat, and 2 years of frigid cold and snow in a layout blind. It still looks brand new, no matter how many times I try to destroy it.


4: Havalon Piranta-Edge:  I’ve bragged on this knife before, and I still love the hell out of it. They retail for around $45, and that includes a sheath, and 12 additional blades. These things are truly the light saber of the skinning world, and extreme care must be taken with them, there are no “little mistakes” with these scalpel blades (remember that movie “127 hours” where the hiker had the rock fall and pin his arm? The one where he had to cut his arm off? if he would have had one of these bad boys that movie would have been called “35 minutes”. 10 minutes to get up his courage, 30 seconds to cut off his arm, and 24 minutes and thirty seconds of admiring how clean the cut was). 100% I recommend this knife to anyone who heads into the woods in pursuit of game.


5: Goodyear Wrangler Duratrac Tires: I have never been in a position where I was able to put a really nice set of tires on one of my vehicles. Don’t get me wrong, I have bought new tires before, but they have always been a very budget friendly model that was usually built off of a highway/all season tread. After purchasing my F-350 I needed to get a set of tires that were better equipped for the activities that I like to participate in. The Duratrac’s are a great multi use tire for people who go outdoors in the northwest, They are an off-road tire that can perform in highway conditions, they are Canadian snow rated (For a Canadian commercial vehicle, they must use a tire that is indorsed with the small snowflake and mountain logo, declaring that they are “up to the standards of the Canadian government”) These tires have been absolutely great in all-weather conditions, and it is great to know that when you are driving through bumper deep snow headed to your favorite goose spot, that your tire won’t fail you. I purchased mine at Discount tire in Hayden Idaho, they treated me great and got me the best price, even beating the online tire dealers. I would definitely recommend these tires for your truck or suv.



6: Rocky Silent Hunter Boots:  I bought these boots 15 months ago, and right out of the box they were probably the most comfortable boots that I had ever worn, each boot weighs just shy of 1.5 pounds, they have Vibram soles, are made out of rip stop material and leather, and they fit like a running shoe (say’s the fat guy) Right out of the gate I took them out on an early season horn hunt/bear bait adventure and totally fell in love with them. Being my first pair of Rocky’s I really didn’t know what to expect from them, but in all conditions they kicked ass. From hard rock faces to calf deep snow they worked perfectly. They are insulated with 400 grams of thinsulate, so warmth was just enough for a fairly active hunter. Flash forward to November of last year…


After around 150 miles of hiking and less than a years use, this is what the boots look like. Notice that the rip stop material RIPPED, not once but in 4 different places. Which means that these boots are now no longer waterproof either. To add insult to injury, the “protective toe cap” has become totally unconnected, and the sole is starting to de-laminate as you can see in the picture. Do I still wear these boots? Sure, I paid good money for them, now im just limited to wearing them when it’s not going to be wet… like during hunting season. They are still comfortable. But as for hunting boots I have learned my lesson, and I will be back to wearing leather boots again. I mean I have two pairs of Georgia’s with the younger pair being 15 years old and the older pair being just a shade over 20. (Yes I wore a size 13 shoes as a 13-year-old, you know what they say about guys with big feet… They have to wear big boots.) I guess there really is no such thing as a free lunch, and the weight of leather is sure worth the durability gained.

These are just a few of the products that we at PWP have been testing. If you guys like the product review stuff, drop us a comment and we will see what we can do about rounding up some more of them. Maybe we will even do a “shoot out” of sorts and try to compare some of our gear. If you guys have recommendations about great products, LEAVE A COMMENT! We want to know about all the great stuff you guys have, and why we absolutely need it. Until next week, take care and shoot straight!

A Fistful of Dollars…

There I stood, waiting at the archery counter of the second shop this week. The first attempt had not gone well, and had left a bad taste in my mouth. On the previous Sunday I had gone to a local everything-outdoor retailer (they also sell farm tack and supplies, I won’t directly mention their name. but I think you can figure it out.) with the intentions of getting a little expert advise (or something close) and maybe laying my hands on a couple new compound bows. I am by no means a novice, I have just been out of the game for a bit. I had my release in one pocket and my wallet in the other, they should have been able to see me coming. I know from personal experience selling firearms, that you can tell from a distance who is a driver and who is a tire kicker. But the clerk (notice how I didn’t call him a salesmen, he wasn’t selling anything) was too busy chatting with a couple of his friends, who were actually blocking the whole entry into the archery area. After 10 minute waiting just to pass through the door, I gave up. Just so happens that I know a guy who is currently working in the firearms section. He came up to me with a smile and a handshake, and asked how it was going? All I had to do was point over to the archery department, and he knew exactly what I was talking about. His smile faded away and he apologized. “It’s not your fault”, I replied, “Maybe I just don’t want to buy a bow from here that bad”. I turned around and walked out of the store. Flash forward 7 days, once again I’m standing at the archery counter (different outdoor store, once again I won’t mention any names, but it rhymes with “crack weep”) just hoping that I will get someone knowledgable that will attempt to give me a hand. This time my Son decided to go with me and I changed my tactic a little bit. I walked in holding my wallet in one hand, and my release in the other. The fella behind the counter kept diving back and forth, looking at his phone and ignoring the fact that I was even there. He then took up a in-depth conversation with one of the other sales associates about the cool new tires he got on his pick up truck, then about his ice fishing set-up, then about the walking dead… All the while I’m standing there slapping my wallet into my other palm and staring right at them. I looked down at my Son, and with a voice volume about 10 settings too high said “Well bud, I guess these guys are just far to busy to sell me a bow!” That got their attention, but still not enough to have them speak to the fact that I had pointed out their lack-luster sales skills. For the second time in a week I was walking out of archery shop pissed off about the lack of service…

I started shooting archery when I was around 13, and quickly went through bow hunters education for a chance to extend my hunting seasons. I originally had a Bear whitetail hunter that I purchased from a pawn shop that a family friend owned. (I had to borrow the $60 from my parents and pay them back with sweat-equity) I then had to take up whatever random job I could find so that I could afford arrows, but being young and focused on being a deer slayer I didn’t mind a bit. I shot the hell out of that bow, I purchased a bale of hay and wrapped it in poly (for years I never even knew that they sold archery targets), but living in downtown Coeur d’Alene, I would have to talk my Dad into taking me into the woods so that I could continue to hone my arrow flingin skills…  Several years later my ex-brother in law Dave presented me with a new (to me at least) Hoyt eclipse. He had upgraded to a Mathews Switchback, in so he wanted me to have his old bow. Boy that Hoyt was a rocket ship in comparison to that old Bear! It had a multi-pin sight, it was served for a release, and it was around 50 fps faster to boot. (Remember those old Bear bows were only rated at about 160 fps, so 50 fps was like going from a Volkswagen bug to a Porsche 911). A couple of days a week I would drive up to Dave’s House and we would shoot his impromptu 3D course. Dave could always out-shoot me but it didn’t matter, I was getting pretty good, especially on off camber stuff, and I was pretty much a walking rangefinder. September came around, and field points got swapped out for broadheads. No I didn’t shoot an elk, but we got into them. The excitement of belly crawling into position, constantly checking the wind, the smell of the elk as you made your way into the herd, it was almost too much for a young man to bear. I was hooked! But my tag went un-punched that year. By the time the next archery elk season rolled around, I was nowhere to be found. That summer I had gotten into a motorcycle accident, that had left me in an isolater sling, with no feeling or movement in my left shoulder. The feeling would later come back and my motion now is probably 90% of what it was. What didn’t come back was that lust for shooting my bow, It had been so long that I had forgotten the joy that it had brought me. It’s taken me 13 years to remember it. Now I can’t even find somebody that wants to sell me a bow. I’m seriously thinking about taking a white shirt, and writing “SELL ME A BOW” in sharpie on the front the next time I enter a sporting goods store.

So I just wasted your time, and typed 1,001 words just to gripe about bad service right? Not exactly… This is something that is bigger then that. You, like myself, have to work for your money, and in that sometimes it is VERY hard to part with it. I have been researching new bows for almost a year now, and have funneled it down into probably 6-10 that I am actually interested in purchasing. Out of the thousands that are out their I’m down to two handfuls. I know I can order them online for a fraction of what I would spend for them locally, but I am a touchy-feely kind of guy, I don’t care what the stats say, if the bow (or gun, knife, hatchet, fly rod etc.) doesn’t fit me correctly and give me a feeling that it is “the one”, I don’t want to buy it. Even if an archery department doesn’t have “the one”, but I get awesome service, and the sales person get’s me headed in the right direction, I am more likely to spend my hard-earned money there on other things. Speaking from personal experience, you may not be able to sell someone something today, but if you treat them right, you may be able to sell them something tomorrow, then 2 month’s from now, then in a year. It is always better to have more allies then enemies. I can remember having families come in looking for firearms, treating them right, getting them the best prices I could, mounting their optics, the having them ask me my opinion on cases, or hunting boots, or tents… I never said “I sell guns, go find someone else in that department to help you”, I would walk out from behind the counter and take them through the store, answer any questions that I felt comfortable answering, and if I didn’t have the answer I would find the department manager and have them help field the question. What started off as a two rifle sale worth $1,500, turned into $6,000 hunting camp set up. Even more important than that, those customers now respected me, we were now friends. When they shot that buck of a lifetime with the rifle that I set up for them, they would come back in with pictures and thank me. I still run into some of those people out and about through town, they remember me and always say hi. You create relationships. In this day and age, where people are fearing the complete and utter collapse of society, is it better to be the person that everyone trusts and respects, or (for the lack of a better word) the asshole behind the counter? If we actually do experience this implosion of life as we know it, who do you want to be, and who do you want on your side? Remember that the bridge that you burn today, may be your only escape route tomorrow. Spend your money at places that treat you fairly, and remember that you never know who you’re talking to, what may be as small of a gesture as opening the door for someone, or pleasantly carrying on a conversation with a cashier, could have longer lasting effects. Winston Churchill once said “There is only one thing worse than fighting with allies, and that is fighting without them” and there is a lot of truth behind that statement… As for getting decent service at an archery shop… I’m pretty sure you can’t buy that with a fistful of dollars.

-Grant Willoughby 04/01/2017-