Perhaps as a result of having seen too many Rambo movies back in the day, there still exists this mentality out there whereby the hero survivalist plans to just head for the hills and hunker down in the wilderness if/when the excrement hits the rotary air movement device. A couple years back, I coined the term “Lone Wolf Syndrome” to describe this sort of thinking.
The plan, such as it is, is to grab their trusty rucksack, filled with about sixty pounds of gear, and hightail it to the nearest state forest or other major wooded area, then proceed to live off the land for weeks, months, perhaps years. Frequently, the survivalist will offhandedly mention that a dire fate awaits anyone who ventures into their area of operation. They envision dining every night on freshly caught fish or snared rabbit, building an intricate shelter, and just enjoying the solitude of the wild.
The reality is, this is a plan doomed to fail. First, there are very, VERY few people who could probably pull this off for any great length of time. While many of us would certainly be capable of spending a few nights out in the rough with little in the way of gear and supplies, doing so for an extended period of time requires a vast array of skills as well as an high amount of mental stamina.
Second, the thought that you’d likely be the only person out there is likely to be a fallacy. If you’ve ever gone hunting with a group, you know there is little else more frustrating than trying to deal with someone who really has no clue what they are doing. They’re loud, always walking exactly where you don’t want them to be, that sort of nonsense. Now, imagine an entire forest full of people like that! Yeah, hunting for dinner might not go so well.
Lastly, human beings are social animals by nature. We tend to crave contact with other people. There is a good reason why solitary confinement is considered extreme punishment in our correctional system. Even the much-vaunted mountain men of days gone by, came to town for news, supplies, and companionship, as well as stopping to visit with friendly Indian tribes. And bear in mind in those days, there were far less people milling about and fewer still who were likely to be violent at the drop of a hat.
You’ll have to eat sometime. You’ll have to sleep, poop, and perform a myriad of other tasks, all of which will call your attention away from constantly scanning for potential enemies. Who will watch over your camp while you’re out hunting or checking traps?
A far better plan is to hunker down and shelter in place. A secondary plan would be to have a place to go should your primary retreat location become untenable for some reason. Remembering the rule of 3’s (have at least three ways to accomplish a given goal), set up multiple locations for fallback positions. Ideally, all of these places will have a small group of family and/or friends who you can trust to watch your back while you watch theirs.