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Eating Only What I Catch For 72 Hours (SURVIVAL EXPERIMENT & CHALLENGE)

Eating Only What I Catch For 72 Hours (SURVIVAL EXPERIMENT & CHALLENGE)

If you’ve watched our channel for a while
then you’ve probably seen any number of videos such as, what to do if your city was a war
zone, or how to defend the earth from an alien invasion. In these and many other videos we often advocate
that you do one thing: flee the cities. In such a catastrophic scenario, cities will
become death traps, and with cities importing all of the food and most of the water that
they use, your survival could very well depend on learning to live off the land. So today we’re tasking our favorite wilderness
lab rat to hit them bricks and teach us all how to survive for three days, eating only
what you can catch! Day 1: So I sort of have trust issues with
The Infographics Show. Now they’ve typically been up front about
challenges, but they’ve certainly snuck a few in on me. When I got sent to Hawaii because the fans
requested it, I almost had a nervous breakdown because I kept expecting some bomb to drop,
like I had to go and live inside a volcano for a day or something equally insane. But no weirdness ever came, and it turned
out to just be a pleasant little self-vacation. Well, a little bit ago me and the girlfriend
underwent a challenge together, and then last week we got an offer to stay for a few days
in a cabin up in the mountains near Big Bear, California. Infographics said that they figured they owed
us this much, especially since the girlfriend had to deal with a pretty tough three day
challenge. Consider it a sort of thank you and we’re
sorry rolled into one, they said. By the way, yes we’ve seen your comments
asking for a face reveal and we’re both really flattered, but take a look at other
people’s comments and you might see why we prefer to remain as anonymous as possible. We’re already worried our poor narrator
could get mobbed if someone hears his voice and thinks “hey, it’s that guy from the
challenges!”. Oh and changing clothes? Well, obviously we used a key for that every
morning… even the Infographics wouldn’t make us wear the same stinky clothes for three
days straight! Anyways, we took the offer and made the drive
up to the mountains, and sure enough found a perfectly pleasant little place. Kind of romantic really, deck with a gorgeous
view, no neighbors for miles, and an outdoor hot tub that overlooks a freaking mountain. Within an hour of arriving though, my spider
sense went off- something wasn’t quite right. Sure enough, I got a call from the show: “Oh
hey while you’re up there, we’ve got a challenge for you- no, not both of you, just you.” Apparently I’m always on the clock, and the
girlfriend deserves the rest- clearly Infographics is playing favorites here, or maybe they’re
secretly terrified of her… So, yeah, I should’ve seen this coming, but
basically I have to eat only what I can catch up here in the mountains for the next three
days. Honestly, it should’ve been obvious the moment
that I opened the door to the cabin and found some very basic survival supplies on the kitchen
counter., but I sort of figured, I don’t know, it’s a cabin out in the woods, survival stuff
makes sense, right? So the girlfriend had a pretty good laugh,
then told me she was driving down to the store to pick up her supplies for the three days,
and wished me luck finding lunch. Alright, so at least they’re not making me
actually live rough out here, and I do still get the comforts of a cabin to come back to,
but this isn’t gonna be a vacation by any stretch of the imagination. I remember my survival training from the military
pretty well, and did you know that animals really don’t like getting eaten? They tend to make it incredibly difficult
to catch and eat them, really uncooperative. Luckily though, I’ve had to scrounge with
barely any tools before, but I think only once in my entire six years was I in a situation
where we ran out of MREs and actually had to scavenge. Using firearms was not an option, because
you know, they’re loud and make it easy for bad guys to find you. So I have a pretty good idea of the wildlife
in the area at least, and we are in a really remote area close to Big Bear in SoCal. I spotted several small lakes, and I know
that on the other side of the mountains where I’m at is desert, and at the foot of the mountains
is several smaller towns and cities. That’s good, because it means most animals
are going to remain trapped between the peaks and the cities at the foot of the mountains,
not crossing over to the other side of the mountains since there’s only desert there. I’m thinking that most of my sustenance is
going to have to come from fishing, because hunting is incredibly difficult, never mind
when you don’t have a firearm or even a bow and arrow. You can make a throwing stick with a weighted
end, which will knock the crap out of a smaller mammal such as squirrel or rabbit, but it
takes pretty damn good aim. I am also pretty confident I can whip up a
few small snares for rabbits, squirrels and groundhogs, all animals that are pretty abundant
in SoCal. There’s also deer, but let’s face it, venison
is tasty but there’s no chance of catching one without a true hunting tool. It’s still late summer, so snake is definitely
an option, as are several types of lizards that inhabit the area. I’m honestly not picky, and if you want to
survive in the wild you better not be either. I almost wish that this challenge was closer
to the coast though, the ocean in SoCal is practically teeming with mussels. This isn’t going to be easy, but I’m kind
of excited. I haven’t been in a situation like this for
a while, though I guess my homeless challenge came close. It’s time to go mano-a-mano with mother nature! Day 1: So the challenge started on the morning
of what is technically day 2 of our stay in the cabin. I was already up and out of the cabin well
before sunrise. I found on google maps that there’s a small
lake just six miles as the crow flies from the cabin, and during summer time fish tend
to bite best right before sun up and just after sun down. During the hottest parts of the day they retreat
to deeper, cold water, so it’s not likely you’ll get a bite then. I took a length of string with me, and the
night before I spent whittling a few fishing hooks out of wood. The show had included a packet of balloons
along with the supplies, which let me know that they knew what they were doing- balloons
are incredibly useful for emergency survival fishing. What I don’t have is bait, but that’s ok,
because mother nature is full of it if you know where to look. I left at around 2:30 am, and it took me two
and a half hours to make six miles in pretty rough terrain. That wasn’t good, because it meant I’d have
to move quick if I wanted to catch anything. As soon as I got to the lake I did a quick
survey- I know these lakes are stocked with trout, carp, and bass for sure, but it’s best
to fish for each in different locations. Bass will typically hide in areas with vegetation,
where they can ambush prey, while trout prefer areas of clear water where they can keep an
eye out on bigger bass trying to eat them. With that in mind, I did a quick scout and
picked two different spots. With insects up and about, I knew trout would
be coming in close to shore, and odds were good that a few bass would tag along. I lucked out and found a rotting log, and
sure enough after digging into it I managed to find a virtual treasure trove of large
grubs and some beetles. I used these for bait, and set them on my
wooden hooks. I rigged six hooks on string to six balloons,
and each hook would hang at a different length than the others, targeting fish at different
depths. I inflated the balloons a quarter of the way
so they would act as floaters, keeping the bait suspended in the water and letting me
know if I got a bite. Then finally, I tied each line to a branch
on a tree, so even if a good-sized bass snapped one up it wouldn’t be able to get away- unless
my wooden hook snapped, which was a real possibility. I set up my fishing lines around the perimeter
of a small cove I found with deep, clear water. There was plenty of vegetation pushing up
onto the shore itself, which means that this was a place insects would frequent, and accidentally
fall into the water. The trout and bass would both know this, so
I figured my odds were pretty good. Now it’s important to note that this type
of fishing is illegal in pretty much every state, but this is technically a survival
situation, plus Infographics can pick up the tab if some ranger managed to find me out
here in the ass end of nowhere. I set my lines and waited, and incredibly,
three of them hit within a half hour. Two of them were smaller trout, about eight
and ten inches respectively, which means they were likely still juveniles. Well, sorry but a man’s gotta eat. The third line I suspect hit a bass though,
because the hook got snapped in two. It takes a really aggressive fish like a bass,
or a pike, to snap a hook like that- it is made out of wood after all. Sadly, there are no pike in southern california,
they make for great fishing and good eating. I reset my two lines and snagged a third trout,
my gamble had paid off after all, though I guess you can see by now why this technique
is illegal, in an hour I’d already caught three fish. Now in a real survival situation I would’ve
kept fishing as long as I could, and simply smoked the meat I couldn’t eat. When you don’t know where your next meal is
coming from, you don’t take chances and get what you can get when you can. This isn’t a real survival situation, and
worse come to worse if I failed to catch more food tomorrow I would go hungry for a day
or two- I honestly rather not take any more fish than I needed, and was confident I could
repeat my fishing trip tomorrow. On the way back I stopped and picked up a
few grubs. They’re about an inch long and really thick
around, and chock full of protein. You gotta bite the heads off from behind though,
or their nasty little pincers can latch onto your lips or tongue and that hurts like hell. So I came home and found the girlfriend already
awake, making herself eggs. She was kind of surprised to see me walk in
with three fish and start preparing them, I guess she didn’t think it would be that
easy. Honestly, survival really isn’t that easy,
and if that lake wasn’t nearby I’d be in a world of trouble. Typically in a survival situation you spend
most of your day just hunting or scavenging, but sometimes you get lucky like today. The girlfriend was fine with me gutting and
filleting my fish, but she freaked when she saw me dump out a handful of grubs from my
pocket. She then practically fainted when I bit the
head off one and popped it in my mouth. Hey, bugs aren’t amazing to eat, but food
is food and I was in full survival mode. I then chased her around the house with the
remaining grubs until she locked herself in the bathroom. I knew I had enough fish for solid eating
for the day, so food was no longer a pressing concern. That let me focus on preparations for tomorrow,
and improving the tools I had for survival. I whittled more fishing hooks and made a weighted
throwing stick by wedging a rock on the end of a large, splintered stick, and then wrapping
it up with string. You can use vines or even long grass to do
the same thing, and soon I had a bonafide hunting throwing stick, though I’ve never
been good with these so my odds probably weren’t great. I decided that tomorrow I’d try my hand at
catching rabbit, squirrel or possibly groundhog- basically, mammal was on the menu. I could probably live on fish for a few days,
but for the sake of the challenge I wanted to see how hard it would be to move to land
and try to go for harder prey. Small mammals, especially rabbits, tend to
follow small tracks through the woods, you can find well-worn paths that lead through
the underbrush and give the rabbit a quick method of escape. Rabbits are creatures of habit and will typically
use the same paths day after day for weeks and months on end. Luckily, as it’s late summer there should
still be plenty of rabbits out and about, otherwise it might be best to look for an
actual warren. To catch a rabbit the best tool is a simple
snare. You can find all kinds of complex traps to
build in survival situations, but snares are simple, easy, and pretty damn effective. Well, if your rabbit actually travels down
the path you set it on. That’s where the snare’s simplicity works
in your favor, as you can quickly set these up in several locations and increase the odds
of catching something. Ideally you would use metal wire to create
the snare, as it will help keep the circular shape needed. I only have heavy duty string though, so I’ll
have to improvise. The way a snare works is by forcing the rabbit
to try to move through it, at which point the rabbit will hopefully stick his head through
the snare and the force of him trying to escape it will cinch the snare closed. You want to make your loop large enough for
the rabbit’s head to enter the snare, but not so big that the snare might close around
the rabbit’s body rather than the head. You really want the snare to cinch tight around
the rabbit’s neck, for a quick, humane death. With no metal wire I used long, rigid blades
of grass I found and interweaved them with the string. Not only will they help keep the circular
shape of the snare, but they’ll help camouflage the string as well. With plenty of fish to eat, I spent the day
scouting the land around the cabin, and identified several locations that looked promising. Tomorrow, hopefully, I would eat meat. Day 2: The best time to hunt rabbit is early
in the morning or late in the afternoon, and the best way to hunt rabbit is with dogs-
sadly, I’d have to rely on trapping one instead. I set out at 4 am this time, and set up eight
snares along what I hoped where different trails used by rabbits. To set each snare I found a part of the path
where vegetation closed in and made a natural funnel, then further closed the funnel with
sticks I dug into the ground, sort of like miniature fences on each side. You have to be careful and not make it super
obvious, because rabbits are incredibly skittish animals, but you should work the vegetation
to make a narrow enough funnel that the rabbit will more likely than not hit your snare as
it’s running along. Then I simply hung the snare from an overhead
branch. There would be nothing to do until about noon,
and my stomach was definitely growling. I wasn’t very confident with my snares to
be honest, because even if you hit the right path you still have to get lucky enough for
the rabbit to actually run through the snare itself. Odds are never in your favor when snaring
or trapping with homemade items. So with the sun rising, I knew that lizards
and reptiles would be waking up and moving to warm rocks to absorb the sun and get their
cold blood warmed up. That’s the perk of hunting a cold-blooded
animal, you can be pretty sure of finding them early in the morning if you know where
to look and there happens to be the right type of rocky outcroppings in your area. For me though, there were not, so lizard was
off the menu. I found a few warming themselves on the sides
of trees, but these things were tiny. My stomach was growling and I started thinking
I might have to resort to fishing. This late in the day though odds weren’t good
of catching anything there either. Worse come to worse, there was always bugs. Not great tasting, pretty gross, but full
of protein and when you’re hungry you can’t be picky. That’s when I came across a snake, easily
two and a half feet long. Now years ago I had all the snakes found in
Africa and the middle east practically memorized, but I’ll be honest with you- I have no clue
about American snakes. All I know is rattlers and that’s it, and
this was no rattler. I had no idea if it was venomous or not, and
I had to really think about what I was going to do. Was it worth the risk? Yes, I decided, because if this was a real-world
situation I would take the risk. You do NOT look a gift horse in the mouth
when you’re in survival mode, because nature is incredibly fickle and cruel. It must have been around noon by then, which
meant the snake was fully warmed up and mobile, and that’s a shame because it would’ve been
much easier to catch early in the morning while it’s still slow after the cold night. I chased it to a tree stump and managed to
corner it, then thought carefully about how to do this. It was coiling up, so grabbing it by the tail
wasn’t an option, and all I had with me was my weighted stick. I doubted I could hit this thing’s small head
with one throw, so I looked for alternatives- and found a large rock. Perfect. I grabbed the rock and holding it over my
head, simply smashed it on the snake. Not pretty, certainly not graceful, but that
was one dead snake. I picked up my prize and then started heading
back home, checking my snares on the way back- to find nothing. Just as I thought. Honestly, I can’t overstate just how much
rabbits hate to be eaten. If the girlfriend nearly fainted when I ate
a grub in front of her, she about died when she saw me bring in a snake. She’s not typically girly-girl, she is probably
one of the toughest people I know to be honest, but while I was going through survival training
and all kinds of unpleasantness in the military, she was going to fancy acting academies in
New York. Let’s just say that all the food she has ever
eaten has been nicely wrapped up in plastic at the grocery store. Snake’s easy to prepare, just slice in half
and scoop guts out, then lay in sections over a fire. Turns out this thing was a gopher snake, totally
not dangerous to humans at all, but hey, no reason to take chances. At about two and a half feet long, it wasn’t
exactly belly filling for an entire day, but enough to live on. Later I checked my snares and still nothing,
though one had been knocked aside- little bastard probably ran right past it. I fixed it and left all the snares up overnight. Day 3: I did not catch a rabbit. Actually, the snares didn’t work at all. I found two of them on the ground, which means
that a larger animal probably trashed them. No blood though, so it wasn’t like a rabbit
got snared and then a coyote or bobcat ate my lunch. That’s ok, I didn’t really think I’d have
much luck with the snares, you really, really have to get lucky with those things. Instead I went fishing again today, because
I had little faith in snares and I honestly didn’t think I’d get so lucky again with finding
another snake. Wildlife is a bit scarce up here to be honest,
though I did see several deer- shame I didn’t at least have a compound bow for this challenge. I managed to catch two fish, one of them a
bass! That’s good, because I much prefer the taste
of bass to trout. On the way back home though I spotted a fat,
juicy squirrel just perfectly perched in the middle of a branch that stuck out and away
from all the other branches. It was just sort of sitting there, half-paying
attention to me, and I happened to have my throwing stick with me. I threw as hard as I could and… missed by
like three feet. Incredibly, that stupid squirrel just sat
there, almost like it was taunting me to try again. So I fetched my stick and tried again, this
time actually slamming into the tree branch it was perched on. This got it scampering up into the body of
the tree, and I knew I’d never catch it then. Also, the impact knocked the rock loose on
the stick and I’d have to fix my stick if I wanted to use it again. I told you, animals really try hard not to
get eaten. I brought the fish back to the cabin and prepared
them, though I had to convince the girlfriend I had no grubs with me before she let me through
the front door. Later in the day I checked on the snares but
like I said earlier, never caught anything on them. I decided to just take them all down since
this was my final day- if you’re going to hunt you should always be respectful and responsible. All in all, I didn’t do too bad, though I
think my survival skills need some sharpening. I got really lucky with the snake on day two,
and was even luckier that there was a good lake for fishing nearby the cabin. It’s no surprise that early man often set
up camp near lakes and rivers, without fish we really wouldn’t have survived I think. Without the right tools, land animals are
just incredibly hard to catch. As a big perk though, the girlfriend was totally
grossed out by me gutting and fixing various animals, but she did say that she thought
it was kind of sexy the way I just went out into the woods and provided food. So there you have it guys, if you want girls
to like you prove to them that you can catch wild animals in an emergency. Or just buy them food, it worked for me when
we started dating. How would you survive if you could only eat
what you catch? Have any hunting or trapping tips you can
share? Let us know in the comments! And as always if you enjoyed this episode
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21 thoughts on “Eating Only What I Catch For 72 Hours (SURVIVAL EXPERIMENT & CHALLENGE)”

  1. You could have encountered a mountain lion or something. Blink twice if the Infographics company is holding you against your will…💀

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