Wow, Felix, you just described pretty much all of rural Southwest Alaska. Of course we'd replace trot lines with fish catchers and guns with spears and bows if we ran out of bullets.
But ya, I think me and mine could make it without too much trouble. I think the biggest crisis amongst my cousins and I would be deciding who is the desginated brewer of alcohol. We can all hunt and fish, and I'm sure that they'd be experimenting with what things they could smoke when they ran out of cigarettes.
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