Last time I cleaned out my bag, I found a rubber chicken (still no clue why), two AA batteries that expired in 2012, and a handwritten list of Morse code abbreviations tucked into an empty breath mint tin. The rubber chicken was probably my grandkid’s idea of a joke, but I’m keeping it—never know when you’ll need to distract a rogue raccoon or lighten the mood during the zombie shuffle. I also had four spare radio antennas, yet somehow not a single pen that actually works. Priorities, right?
You ever open up a side pocket and discover something you forgot for so long it basically becomes an ancient relic? I seriously think my bug-out bag is part survival kit, part mystery box at this point. Anyone else pack weird “just because” items—like that one spoon that’s too big for any normal mouth?
