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Hunting and war are inexorably mixed. They share a common father. Death begets life, and in defense of oneself, one’s family, one’s tribe, or one’s country, killing is often a part of the equation.
The reason each and every one of us is alive today is the martial prowess and hunting abilities of our ancestors.
Savage Son explores the darkest impulses of the human psyche. Do they live in all of us, repressed by the comforts and technology of the day? Have we advanced beyond those more primal instincts and if so, who will provide for and defend the tribe? Civilized society tends to keep warriors at arm’s length, only turning to them in times of national emergency. Break glass in case of war.
“The consolidation of power at the federal level in the guise of public safety is a national trend and should be guarded against at all costs. This erosion of rights, however incremental, is the slow death of freedom.”
Caucasian shepherds
“One does not hunt in order to kill; on the contrary, one kills in order to have hunted.” —José Ortega y Gasset, Meditations on Hunting
ICON 4X4 did the restoration so it should actually make it to town unlike your stock original. I almost forgot, look behind the seat.”
Daniel Defense MK12 with a SilencerCo Omega suppressor and a Nightforce 1-8x24mm ATACR optic mounted on the receiver’s top rail.
Zharkov stared at Grey for a long moment, his eyes studying him for any hint of deception. There was no blink, no darting of the eyes, no twitch of the tiny facial muscles, nothing.
Kydex Outback chest harness made by Blackpoint Tactical,
a “Prevail Drill,”
Stance, grip, shoulder, anchor, peep, pull, and finish, Reece thought, reviewing the basics. As with anything in life, the best do the basics exceptionally well.
Terminate with extreme prejudice.
“He said, ‘It’s not paranoia if they’re really hunting you.’ ”
“Civilized men are more discourteous than savages because they know they can be impolite without having their skulls split, as a general thing.” —Robert E. Howard, The Tower of the Elephant
buffalo hide Courteney boots.
Raife was in what was known as the rollover prone position, an incredibly steady way to shoot a handgun.
These men were not fanatical Fedayeen hopped up on amphetamines; they were street thugs used to getting by on bravado and intimidation.
Black Hills’ finest 77-grain projectile.
if someone with mal intent enters our property, they have declared war on our family.
armed with his truck rifle, a SIG SG 553 carbine,
War brought out the best and worst in one’s fellow man.
Reece saw the Russian leveling his AK at those he cared about, those who had provided him sanctuary: Katie, Raife, Annika, Jonathan, Caroline, Thorn. It was his fault. He had been targeted on U.S. soil and even with all the security precautions in place, they had found him.
While working for the CIA, Reece had learned techniques carefully designed to elicit responses from the most hardened Islamic terrorists. What he took away was that regardless of the technique, as an interrogator, you had to offer hope. Hope was the key.
Opening and closing cupboards, Reece found what he was looking for: a coffee grinder, French press, and a bottle of Jack Daniel’s. Sinatra Select Not bad, Reece thought. Five minutes later, Reece returned to the oven and removed his baking sheet. He then slid the dried pith into the hand grinder, which he cranked over a bowl, turning it into a coarse powder. He then added four shots of Jack Daniel’s finest and began to stir. If time was not of the essence, he would have let it sit for a week or two in pure alcohol. I hope this works. When the consistency was that of slush, he poured it into
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“I am still a beast at bay…” —Sanger Rainsford, The Most Dangerous Game by Richard Connell
SR-25 E2,
The Light Weapon Thermal Sight
“It’s something an old troop commander of mine used to say. ‘Take a breath, look around, make a call.’ ”
Using the buddy system, the band of mercenaries donned parachutes with ATAK, or Android Tactical Assault Kits, in a chest-mounted Juggernaut Navigation Board MFF-T2 with backup Garmin Foretrex GPS and Oceanic compass in case the primary system failed. The ATAK was a military-specific smartphone app that provided users with real-time geospatial situational awareness, communication, navigation, and targeting information.
Decompression sickness, otherwise known as “the bends,” is an ailment usually associated with scuba diving, but the risks of such a physiological event are equally as great during high-altitude parachute jumps. Residual nitrogen in the bloodstream can, upon descent, turn into bubbles that can migrate throughout the body and cause pain, paralysis, and death. To prevent the onset of decompression sickness, they pre-breathed for an hour. Any nitrogen remaining in their bodies, even any ingested while switching oxygen tanks, could be deadly.
Reece reviewed METT-TC: Mission, Enemy, Terrain, Troops Available, Time, and Civilian Considerations.
The jumpers all wore clear goggles so the team medic could check for signs of decompression sickness: the bends, the chokes, neurological hits, and skin manifestations. Eli looked for pupil dilation or constriction, which could signify a nitrogen bubble expanding in the brain, and checked for signs that anyone was hyperventilating or scratching at their suits. The team looked ready.
L3Harris GPNVG-18 night-vision goggles
All Reece had to do for now was follow the leader. So far, despite the long odds, everything had gone according to plan, but as Reece knew all too well, no plan survives first contact with the enemy.
I am never out of the fight.
MON-50 anti-personnel devices
en defilade.
Keep moving forward, he heard his dad’s voice urging him on. Always improve your fighting position, son.
Without a laser range finder, Reece estimated distance by one of the ways he’d been taught almost twenty years before. He used a map study. Actual distance to target, five hundred and fifty yards, altitude, temperature, velocity, bore height, ballistic coefficient of the .300 Win Mag Barnes TTSX, elevated at a thirty-five degree incline; 2 mil adjustment for a 39.5 inch drop. Wind approximately five miles an hour. Full value; 8.5-inch hold right.
Reece took point and had his eyes up and out, looking for threats.
Before storming on toward the target, Reece looked down at the smallest member of the team, the multipurpose canine who had saved his life yet again. The dog was chewing on something. It was a chunk of Captain Karyavin Vasilievich’s triceps.
His Half Face Hunter-Skinner
Reece remembered the weakest part of a multipurpose canine. He grabbed the animal’s front legs and snapped them apart like a wish bone, breaking the dog’s base. Its primal bark instantaneously became a painful whimper.
The native Siberian closed the distance and reentered with a massive downward slash. Reece blocked it by striking his attacker’s forearm with the shaft of the tomahawk and, in a move he’d learned studying the Filipino martial arts, hooked his opponent’s arm with the beard of the weapon, swinging it down and away. The violent motion ripped his tomahawk down his opponent’s arm and through his knife hand in a move known as “disarming the snake.”
Hope is not a course of action. I know. But sometimes it’s all we have.
L3Harris AN/PRC-163 handheld radio, he said, “Charlie one-one, call in the z-birds, and send Spanky up; we’ve got a nonambulatory friendly here.”
Combat Rubber Raiding Craft,
SKEDCO Tactical SKED
