Ironside Survivalist

I, Ironside, started to doubt my sanity, realized that I could be in trouble, and worse, exposing myself on the internet and dragging other crazy people with me.
I confess that I sought help with a psychiatrist.
First session ok, second ok, in the third he bought the bushcraft 101 book, in the fourth he bought the combo and started to assemble your BOB, in the fifth he already had the survivalist knife on his belt and apologized for having dirty hands why was planting.
Just before the tenth treatment session he called me to inquire about water harvesting.
The eighteenth session we decided to do during a camping trip, fishing.
The twenty-fifth was at the shooting club, we did the twenty-eighth by digging the hole for your bunker, and around the thirty-fifth appointment the psychiatrist told me I was fine and normal as we drank coffee in an underground trench, smeared with mud, burying bales of food so we don't get robbed.

If you wanted to be in that trench, you're in the right channel.