Surviving a day of doom at a Florida prepper convention
ELKTON — Someday, when your commute gets interrupted by the collapse of society, there will be certain considerations to make.
Jeff Smith seemed to know them all. Pacing under the sweeping metal roof of an open-air rodeo pavilion on the woodsy St. John’s County fairgrounds, Smith held the gaze of his sparse morning audience with a promise — that when catastrophe struck, his tips could get them home. Some two dozen people peered down from the bleachers at the 64-year-old Navy veteran in his “Everyday Prepper” polo. They scribbled copious notes.
“Everyone prepares to hunker down at home,” Smith told them. But when there’s an event, he said, odds are you’ll be somewhere else.
“Getting Home,” as the day’s first seminar was titled, might require negotiation. “In case you wind up in a neighborhood where the armed residents have set up a barricade,” Smith said. He recommends honing such skills at yard sales.
Smith proposed stowing a folding bike in the car — “You can go three miles an hour on foot, nine or 10 on a bike” — and memorizing where local train tracks can guide you. “The bad guys won’t be watching railroad tracks,” he said. Rethink your get-home bag, he advised, and consider scrapping the weighty firestarter. “The fire’s just going to give you away.” Carrying a gun was a given. And there was one absolute:
“Take an anti-inflammatory, like ibuprofen, on day one. Otherwise on day two of an event you’re going to be way too sore.”
A humid breeze blew over the attendees at the second annual Florida Homesteading and Prepping Summit, mostly grayhaired men whose patriotic T-shirts clung to their bellies. Some had spouses or children with them. They raised hands to ask about radio matrices, crossbody holsters and moleskin, to protect their feet from blisters.
Were these the survivors who would someday rebuild civilization?
With classes like “How To Start An Edible Food Forest,” “Old Tools For the Future” and “Machete For Self-Defense,” the two-day convention, held 20 miles into the state’s rural interior, and a world apart from touristy St. Augustine, was geared toward the self-reliant, the prepared and the paranoid — or, depending on your perspective, the enlightened.
The gathering of less than 100 was smaller and less diverse than one might expect from recent reports about prepping going mainstream amid the pandemic and its eye-opening toilet paper shortages.
Home Depot now sells
stackable 60-entree buckets of dehydrated survival food (“Just add water”). The Kardashians have posted about their favorite “bug-out bags.” Disaster preparedness has wormed its way into everyday households, fueled by concerns about climate change, wildfires, floods. Worth $75.5 billion in 2017, the industry is projected to reach $423 billion in 2025.
The founder of the prepping site The Prepared told the NPR-distributed broadcast “1A” last year that prepping is no longer limited to white, conspiracy-minded conservatives. He described prepper classes “where we’ll have a Gen Z, LGBTQ prideshirt-wearing hippie from Portland practicing a skill next to a Fox News watcher wearing an NRA hat.”
When sessions broke for lunch, event founder April Iser served hot dogs from a snack bar window. Attendees, sprawled at nearby picnic tables, discussed a type of deadfall trap they’d seen demonstrated by a bushcrafter named Gator at another prepper event.
The vibe at the first day of Iser’s summit may not have been youth or diversity, but the 36-year-old mother of four believed the prepping community was growing. Attendance was up 20 percent from last year.
Growing up Mormon, Iser said, “We were taught to have your pantry prepared, have savings in your account and be a community so if someone is suffering, you come together.” Though no longer practicing, she saw her event as building a community of helpers.
“Most (preppers) are everyday people who’ve faced one crisis or another and just want to be more ready. They’re parents who want to make sure our kids are safe,” she said. “We don’t want to be a drain on society.” Later that day she’d be teaching “Keys, Kubotans and Self-Defense Keychains,” another way of bracing for whatever lay ahead: a hurricane, a job loss, the death of a breadwinner.
“There is a huge misconception,” she said, “that we’re all prepping for the end of the world or zombie day.”
Over and over, preppers said it doesn’t take much to get started. Buy a few extra cans of food and stash them somewhere, they said. Then do it again. Start by having enough to survive 72 hours at home. Then shoot for two weeks.
There was no talk of million-dollar bunkers. The parking lot was filled with modest sedans and older pickups.
Attendees in shoes made for comfort shuffled along a dirt path lined with nine vendor tables in the harsh afternoon sun, browsing the offerings.
Tourniquets, quick-clot combat gauze packs and chest seals — items developed for battlefield medics — crowded the tables of Jake Drumm’s booth. The bearded paramedic and proponent of “wilderness medicine” from Tennessee said the term “prepper” conjured up backyard bunkers and hoarders.
“The worst thing that ever happened to preppers was the Discovery Channel’s Doomsday Preppers,” he said. Some prefer the term “homesteader.”
Madison Poole, the proprietor of Bombproof Bushcraft, who was selling hatchets ($54 for a leather-wrapped “viking axe”), said she was most concerned about a global famine brought on by war
in Ukraine and a historic fertilizer shortage that has farmers around the world facing lower yields.
“The media’s not talking about fertilizer,” Poole said. “They won’t tell you.”
She said prepping seems odd to some, but the modern state of relying on grocery stores and drivethrus is the true aberration. She believed the pandemic shook people’s faith in the government, and bare shelves offered a glimpse at the razor’s edge our general comfort rests upon.
“Who do you think is going to help you when there’s famine?” Poole said. “FEMA?”
The disaster spoken of most often, though, was an electromagnetic pulse, or EMP, which could render useless every electronic device in range — cars, phones, refrigerators, North America’s entire power grid. It could happen via a nuclear weapon detonated high in the atmosphere, preppers warned, or naturally through a “coronal mass ejection,” basically a solar eruption (a real thing).
Either way, say goodbye to society as you know it, said Umatilla’s Bobby Linn, a 70-year-old former lineman who got into prepping after reading that an EMP would melt power lines. Beneath a pop-up canopy, he wore a camo hat as he led a late-afternoon class on the post-EMP world.
“If you don’t have chickens,” Linn said, “you better find chickens real quick.”