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Dog: a Poem About a Flâneur

The philosophically complex poem Dog, by Lawrence Ferlinghetti, describes the carefree, independent wandering of a curious yet serious inquisitor of life and meaning in an urban environment. Dog appears in a collection of seven “oral messages” conceived specifically for jazz accompaniment, rather than as poems written for the printed page. They all appeared, however, on the printed page of a book titled A Coney Island of the Mind (1958).

The Poet

For his vivid imagery and classical mythology references, Lawrence Ferlinghetti is one of my favorite poets. He played a crucial role of publisher through his City Lights Bookstore in the San Francisco literary “Beat” scene. He is better placed with the pre-beats like Gary Snyder, Kenneth Rexroth, and William Carlos Williams. That said, this poem and others in the collection embody core tenets of the Beat literary movement: individuality, rejection of societal norms and hierarchies, and an emphasis on authentic existence, curiosity, and direct experience.

From left, Bob Donlon, Neal Cassady, Allen Ginsberg, Robert LaVigne and Lawrence Ferlinghetti stand outside Ferlinghetti’s City Lights Bookstore in San Francisco’s North Beach neighborhood in 1956. (Allen Ginsberg LLC/Corbis via Getty Images)

The Poem

Dog’s meandering and observing through the streets of San Francisco—his flânerie, if you will—begs us to question our assumptions of reality. Ferlinghetti’s personification of the dog challenges us to question our biases and filtered sense of reality, constrained, as we are, by social rules and expectations.

Dog

The dog trots freely in the street
and sees reality
and the things he sees
are bigger than himself
and the things he sees
are his reality
Drunks in doorways
Moons on trees
The dog trots freely thru the street
and the things he sees
are smaller than himself
Fish on newsprint
Ants in holes
Chickens in Chinatown windows
their heads a block away
The dog trots freely in the street
and the things he smells
smell something like himself
The dog trots freely in the street
past puddles and babies
cats and cigars
poolrooms and policemen
He doesn’t hate cops
He merely has no use for them
and he goes past them
and past the dead cows hung up whole
in front of the San Francisco Meat Market
He would rather eat a tender cow
than a tough policeman
though either might do
And he goes past the Romeo Ravioli Factory
and past Coit’s Tower
and past Congressman Doyle
He’s afraid of Coit’s Tower
but he’s not afraid of Congressman Doyle
although what he hears is very discouraging
very depressing
very absurd
to a sad young dog like himself
to a serious dog like himself
But he has his own free world to live in
His own fleas to eat
He will not be muzzled
Congressman Doyle is just another
fire hydrant
to him
The dog trots freely in the street
and has his own dog’s life to live
and to think about
and to reflect upon
touching and tasting and testing everything
investigating everything
without benefit of perjury
a real realist
with a real tale to tell
and a real tail to tell it with
a real live
              barking
                         democratic dog
engaged in real
                      free enterprise
with something to say
                             about ontology
something to say
                        about reality
                                        and how to see it
                                                               and how to hear it
with his head cocked sideways
                                       at streetcorners
as if he is just about to have
                                       his picture taken
                                                             for Victor Records
                                  listening for
                                                   His Master’s Voice
                      and looking
                                       like a living questionmark
                                                                 into the
                                                              great gramaphone
                                                           of puzzling existence
                 with its wondrous hollow horn
                         which always seems
                     just about to spout forth
                                                      some Victorious answer
                                                              to everything

Analysis

Dog starts as a naively curious and instinctual canine. But by exploring a series of images, following his eyes, nose, and ears through the city-scape, the dog becomes ever more human. In the end, Ferlinghetti’s dog is a sad and serious inquisitor of the reality of existence and the meaning of life. I profer Ferlinghetti’s dog transcends the role of a mere pet and becomes a perfect metaphor for our Flâneur Moderne et Inquiet.

The major themes of the poem include (1) a democratic spirit of freedom, independence, and individualism, (2) an unbiased, unfiltered perception of reality, and (3) an ongoing quest for meaning and the nature of existence. Now let’s go through Ferlinghetti’s eighty-four lines of free verse, beyond the surface imagery, allusions, similes, and metaphors, to find these deeper themes.

Democratic Spirit of Freedom, Independence, and Individualism

The poem begins, by introducing “dog” as a free and independent creature that “trots freely in the street.” This idea is reiterated in lines 9, 16, 19, and 47. This reiteration—repetition—effectively emphasizes the dog’s freedom. In lines 23 and 24 we first learn of the dog’s indifference to authority figures, in this case, a policeman. Later in lines 33 and 35, we learn this indifference extends to prominent political figures. Policemen he would eat if he had to (lines 29-30), but he considers the congressman no better (or more useful?) than a fire hydrant (lines 44-46).

Aside: Congressman Doyle

Clyde Gilman Doyle was elected as a Democrat to the 79th and 81st Congress as a representative of California’s 18th and 23rd districts. It was his service on the House Un-American Activities Committee that probably caused him to be herein not feared but compared to a fire hydrant. Ferlinghetti was a self-identified philosophical anarchist and espoused Scandanavian-style democratic socialism. The American government’s investigation of free speech it believed to be communist, socialist, or “un-American,” was the job of the HUAC. Ferlinghetti’s democratic dog would find this “discouraging,” “depressing,” and “absurd.”

Despite the “sad young dog[’s]” disillusionment from the news of Congressman Doyle, we see that he rejects control and censorship—“he will not be muzzled” (line 43). Line 39, “to a sad young dog like himself,” is a reference to Dylan Thomas’ Portrait of an Artist as a Young Dog, (that I have never read, so don’t ask me what that means).

So that there is nothing left to question, we are told the dog:

he has his own free world to live in (41)
and has his own dog’s life to live (48)
and to think about (49)
a real live/barking/democratic dog (57-59)
engaged in real/free enterprise (60-61)

Unfiltered, Unbiased, Non-judgemental Perception of Reality

Right up front, in lines 2, 5, and 6, we learn the dog “sees reality,” “and the things he sees are his reality.” Hinting at a sense of wonder, we are told he sees things that are “bigger than himself” (line 4). Furthermore, he is also curious about things that are “smaller than himself” and even things that are “something like himself” (line 18).

The dog is “serious” in his wanderings. He is both introspective about “his own dog’s life to live/and to think about/and to reflect upon,” and curious of the world “touching and tasting and testing everything/investigating everything/without benefit of perjury.”

Again, in line 54, we are told he is “a real realist.” Because of this realism, he has “something to say/about ontology/something to say about reality/and how to see it/and how to hear it.” It is here where the dog transitions from just experiencing with all five senses to philosophizing about reality.

Aside: Ontology

According to Merriam-Webster’s Dictionary, ‘ontology’ is “a branch of metaphysics concerned with the nature and relations of being” or “a particular theory about the nature of being or the kinds of things that have existence.”

Ontology is the branch of metaphysics that investigates the nature of existence, what all entities have in common, and how they are divided into basic categories of being.

Wikipedia.org

The term ‘ontology’ can also refer to a specific ontological theory within a discipline and can also mean a conceptual scheme or inventory of a particular domain. There are various schools of thought in ontology. Apropos to the poem is Realism. We have already learned that the dog is a “real realist.” Ontological Realism is the view that there are objective facts about what exists and what the nature and categories of being are.

An Ongoing Quest for Meaning and the Nature of Existence

After the reiteration of “The dog trots freely in the street” (line 47), the poem reaffirms the dog’s introspective and inquisitive nature—having “his own dog’s life to live/and to think about/and to reflect upon” (lines 48-50). The dog’s curiosity comes up again in lines 51-52 where he is “touching and tasting and testing everything/investigating everything,” and again “with his head cocked sideways/at street corners/as if he is just about to have/his picture taken” (lines 68-71).

The rhythm of the free verse gives you a sense of the meandering nature of the dog’s journey, enhanced perhaps by the wandering away from the flush margins in lines 58-59, 61, 63, 65-67, 69, and 71-84. It’s in this section that the rhythm and pace seem to rush us towards a final point.

What is the point to which the dog, and the reader therewith, is headed? We’ve already mentioned ontology—that branch of metaphysics concerned with the nature of existence. In lines 73-74 dog is “listening for/His Master’s Voice/and looking/like a living questionmark/into the/great gramophone/of puzzling existence.”

Finally, in lines 80-84, the gramophone as a metaphor “with its wondrous hollow horn/which always seems/just about to spout forth/some Victorious answer/to everything.” Are we disappointed at the lack of an answer? Not if we understand the journey is the meaning, not the destination.

Dog as Flâneur?

By now this shouldn’t be too hard to imagine. First, dog seems to be heartily engaged in what Honré de Balzac called “gastronomy of the eye.”

Fish in newsprint
Ants in holes
Chickens in Chinatown windows
their heads a block away

and past the dead cows hung up whole
in front of the San Francisco Meat Market
He would rather eat a tender cow
than a tough policeman
though either might do
…past the Romeo Ravioli Factory

This matches Charles Baudelaire’s “passionate spectator” who he described as an avid observer and connoisseur of the urban experience, able to find beauty in life’s transient, fugacious aspects.

Drunks in doorways
Moons on trees [lamp posts, I think]

past puddles and babies
cats and cigars
poolrooms and policemen

touching and tasting and testing everything
investigating everything
without benefit of perjury

Walter Benjamin describes the flâneur as an amateur detective and investigator—navigating the city with a detached yet observant demeanor—witnessing the ebb and flow of city life without direct engagement or influence.

he’s not afraid of Congressman Doyle
although what he hears is very discouraging
very depressing
very absurd
to a sad young dog like himself
to a serious dog like himself

Constellation of Flâneur Characteristics

Let’s match Dog to the characteristics of a Flâneur Moderne et Inquiet.

Flâneurs are peripetetic wanderers

The dog trots freely in the street

The dog trots freely thru the street

Flâneurs are observers

and sees reality
and the things he sees
are bigger than himself
and the things he sees
are his reality

and the things he sees
are smaller than himself

and the things he smells
smell something like himself

Flâneurs are documentarians

with a real tale to tell
and a real tail to tell it with

with something to say
                             about ontology
something to say
                        about reality
                                        and how to see it
                                                               and how to hear it

Flâneurs are experimenters

touching and tasting and testing everything
investigating everything
without benefit of perjury

Flâneurs focus on the present

But he has his own free world to live in
His own fleas to eat

and has his own dog’s life to live

Flâneurs seek meaning

and to think about
and to reflect upon

listening for
                                                   His Master’s Voice
                      and looking
                                       like a living questionmark
                                                                 into the
                                                              great gramophone
                                                           of puzzling existence
                 with its wondrous hollow horn
                         which always seems
                     just about to spout forth
                                                      some Victorious answer
                                                              to everything

That’s all I have to say about that.

Check out this video to hear Ferlinghetti reciting Dog as he meant it to be done with a jazz accompaniment.

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Update to “Poppa’s Got a Brand New Bag”

I left a few things open-ended and unanswered in the last article about my new EDC bag. I’m back with this post as an addendum of sorts. I will answer some of those questions and make some corrections.

Corrections? Sort of. Now that I’ve had the new bag out in the wild, so to speak, I’ve made a few minor adjustments to the contents. A few things went back in. There are some small additions. Also, thanks in part to a “Whaleliner,” something I was considering, I decided against altogether.

I also carried the bag into a concert venue in downtown Cleveland. Therefore, I have a few more things to say about “security theater.”

Bag Modifications

I took the shoulder strap off an old Timbuktu messenger bag. I removed the canvas portion from the shoulder strap of the Wotancraft bag. I replaced it with a modification of the Timbuktu strap. This gives me a rapidly adjustable shoulder strap—infinitely more useful. Easier to get the bag off and on and to get into when I need something.

Content Changes

Over the past month, I’ve made a few changes to the content. Let’s take a look.

First, the small plastic signal mirror came out. This is a duplicate of one in the small “survival kit.” Also in that kit is a small striker and several wads of tinder. I had forgotten these were in there. On top of this, an original Whaleliner pointed out the unlikeliness of needing to start a fire in an urban environment. Despite what I said here, I won’t be adding another firestarter.

I did add my retirement gift, an Opinel knife from France. Locks closed and open. Wooden handle. Light and sharp. By the way, this knife was in the bag when I went through the security bag check at the concert. More about that later.

Before going to the concert, I also added my retirement credentials. This was an insurance policy of sorts. Upon discovery of some dangerous contraband—like a whistle or flashlight (these are listed as not allowed on the concert venue’s website)—I could produce these and beg forgiveness. I’m planning to deposit it in the car where they could be most useful in an emergency. Not to ‘badge’ another officer, as I find that practice repugnant and deplorable.

The NARCAN is stashed now in the green REI zippered pouch. This gives me a bit more room in the GSW kit. Not enough, unfortunately, for the SOFT-T. I will still need to buy a SWAT-T.

I do not like the weight of the camera. So, I removed the “Peak Designs Capture” clip. I put that in the grey drawstring bag with the tools and the spare camera battery. If I carry the camera for some purpose, I can drop the grey bag into the main bag.

The RadioShack rechargeable battery, cables, and wall plug are back in the small REI zippered pouch. I added a flash drive that downloads from the iPhone. I put a lens cloth in the other small zippered pouch with the dental floss and lip balm.

Lastly, since it has so many uses and is so light in weight, I put the red neckerchief back in. I have several rubber bands around this to keep it rolled up and because they are so handy to have.

During a recent outing, Kathleen needed a hair band. She had to settle for one of my rubber bands. With that in mind, I added a hairband around the neckerchief. It will be there next time she needs it.

Security Theater

As described, this bag went through a bag check at a concert I recently attended. All of my EDC, except the folding karambit (which I left at home) and my money clip, went into the Wotancraft bag. I opened the two larger pockets and placed the bag in the bin next to the magnetometer, smiling and saying, “Here you go.” Stepping through, I heard the tones I was expecting, indicating I had metal on my person.

To the question, “Sir, do you have anything in your pockets?” I produced my handkerchief and metal money clip and said, “Oh, I’m sorry! I forgot about this.” I backed up, put the money clip into the bin next to my bag, and stepped back through at the attendant’s request. The warning tones again.

“Sir?”

“It must be my watch or belt,” I said as I patted my pockets and pointed to my watch. Or maybe my pants or shoes?”

“Okay, that’s fine. Thank you,” was the reply. I picked up my bag, zipped up, and moved on into the crowd.

Here’s the thing. It is my experience that private event security rarely understands the sensitivity of magnetometers—the walk-through units or the wands. Watches, money clips, belt buckles, and even rivets on jeans and eyelets on boots confuse them (the people, not the machines) if you offer them as potential. This is why TSA doesn’t rely on them.

Inside my bag that night, as always, were four other pouches zipped closed. NONE of these were opened or checked. I wasn’t, but almost certainly could have been, armed in the arena.

I write this not to brag but to warn. For if I could have, so could others. On top of that, most private event security is designed to prevent by posture, by putting on a good show. This theater keeps out the less sophisticated malfeasants and catches the most obvious problems. These are good things. But they are not perfect.

Only human beings can look directly at something, have all the information they need to make an accurate prediction, perhaps even momentarily make the accurate prediction, and then say that isn’t so.

Gavin de Becker, The Gift of Fear: Survival Signals that Protect Us from Violence

I encourage you not to break event security policies but to be tactically aware of your environment. Or at least listen to those in your party who are in touch with what Gavin de Becker calls your “gift of fear.”

Denial is a save now, pay later scheme.

Gavin de Becker, The Gift of Fear: Survival Signals that Protect Us from Violence
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“Papa’s Got a Brand New Bag”

Satchel. Murse. Man-bag. Call it what you will, I’ll always carry one. Oh, and to all you trendy youngsters with the “cross-body” bags and “slings,” quit fooling yourself. Those are just overpriced fanny packs with the 1980’s dust knocked off of them and the “OP” label replaced with a “Lulu Lemon” brand.

Similar to the hat trend of a few years ago, I was doing it first.

As discussed here, I decided to reduce my ‘every day carry’ (EDC) kit. A few people (okay, one person) doesn’t care for my current bag, proclaiming it too ‘tactical’ looking.

Out With the Old

The ‘old’ bag is a Mystery Ranch “day pack lid” for their military line of backpacks. I have a “Crew Cab” back pack from them (not made anymore) that I used for hauling investigation equipment and overnight gear into back-country wildland fire investigations. That’s where the lid came from. There are pack straps stashed on one side and a pocket for a small hydration bladder. At 14.7 liters (900 cubic inches), it will carry a lot of ‘stuff’–two MREs and two 100oz water bladders, according to their website.

For those not in the know, Mystery Ranch is (was?) owned by Danna Gleason who formerly owned “Dana Designs.” I’ve been using his backpacks since my first “Terraplane” in Alaska in 1997.

I designed the shoulder strap from an old Dana Designs fanny pack and some other scrap webbing around the house. It has a magnetic quick detach adjuster, and attaches to the lid via “Grimlocks.”

The real problem is carrying around the weight–too many “safety props.” Getting a smaller bag forces me to reduce my load. Lets take a look at the current load out. Then I’ll show you the new bag and describe what I’m leaving in and out, and why.

The old principle:

Two is one; one is none.

Apocryphal

Here is the knife: a Chase Axin (Chax Knives) “Warrior Spirit” in a custom Sagewood Gear leather sheath. There is an attached magnesium ferro rod and a tin containing fire starter. The tin is shiny enough to be used as a signalling device.

Front

Front pocket open
Contents of front pocket

In the front pocket is my Traveler’s Notebook (custom; I made it myself; serves as my analog planner, checkbook and wallet), a Sharpie (to check off my grocery list), a “ChicoBag,” house and car keys, and a Kifaru pouch. My phone is usually in here as well.

Contents of front pocket Kifaru pouch

Inside the Kifaru pouch:

  • Fox40 whistle
  • Photon PH021 X-Light Micro (dimmable white light + three strobe speeds + “SOS” flash)
  • Leatherman Style PS (incidentally the only TSA-approved Leatherman as it has no knife blade)
  • Small grey bag contains some tools for my Peak Designs Capture camera clip, and a spare camera battery
  • Dental floss (useful for more than just getting beef jerky out of your teeth)
  • Levenger’s “Pocket Briefcase” (holds 3×5 cards for analog notes on the go)
  • Retirement credentials (if you carry a firearm post-retirement, you have to have your credentials on you)
  • NARCAN nasal spray
  • Toothpicks (these were a gift; closed with rubber bands which are helpful for a variety of field repairs)
  • Duke Cannon “Cannon Balm 140 Tactical Lip Protectant”
  • (center) Surefire E1e Executive Elite flashlight (no longer available)
  • (center) SunBum SPF50 solid (I got this at REI, & carry one on any backpack trip)
  • Car key fob
  • Code of Bell pouch; contains a mask, gloves, and a lens cloth

Rear

Back pocket open

Contents of the rear pocket (left to right, top to bottom):

  • Patagonia Dragon Fly pullover wind shirt (no longer available)
  • Large silk neckerchief
  • Smartwool liner gloves (no longer available)
  • Matador Pocket Blanket mini
  • Matador Droplet dry bag xl (no longer available)
  • Gun Shot Wound trauma kit in a North Face belt pouch (I’ll show you the contents shortly)
  • Electronics charging kit (small REI zippered pouch; I’ll show you the contents shortly)
  • Individual First Aid Kit and miscellaneous in an REI zippered pouch (I’ll show you the contents shortly)
  • North American Rescue Products large Emergency Trauma Dressing
  • Speedhook Emergency fishing/hunting kit (yes, this really works; I’ve caught fish and small game on these)
  • SOFTT tourniquet (the link takes you to the gen4 version, this one is a 2nd generation with a metal, rather than plastic, windlass and other fixtures)
  • Smith’s “Pocket Pal” knife sharpener
  • Fold up reading glasses
  • Two straps with tri-glides (to strap a larger jacket onto the bag)
Patagonia Dragonfly folds into its pocket; the gloves, Buffwear, and neckerchief also fit inside.

GSW kit includes everything needed to prevent the three leading causes of traumatic deaths in tactical/combat situations. The nasopharangeal airway is missing here–it was old and dried out. I have no idea why I put water purifier tabs, tea bags, and rehydration salts in here (top left corner of the picture).

Electronics EDC

For charging the phone on the go. This super thin and light RadioShack rechargeable battery is great. Gives me one full charge on the iPhone. Sorry, kids, RadioShack is not what it used to be.

Individual First Aid Kit and other sundries–a “possibles” kit. Other people that are with me have gotten more use out of this kit than I ever have. I once fixed a guy’s glasses in the theater, moments before the musical started, using ‘snare wire’ out of the ‘survival kit’ and the Leatherman. (left to right, top to bottom):

  • “nuun” tabs container containing Ibuprofen
  • Heavy duty plastic zip top bag has lots of uses including holding water or small game, and picking up trash
  • SOL Emergency bivy
  • Petzl e+lite and two spare batteries
  • Sea-to-Summit Pocket Body Wash
  • small plastic signal mirror
  • “survival kit” (old, unknown brand; filled with very useful bits and bobs and some useless stuff like the “fishing kit”)
  • Burt’s Bees lip balm
  • Leatherman “Wave” multi-tool with attached jewelers screwdriver and various sized eyeglass repair screws
  • Adventure Medical Kits ultralite/watertight “.3” first aid kit (AMK has the best pre-made IFAKs out their and I have been using them for years; I restock this one frequently which is a bit cheaper than buying a new one)

‘First Line’ EDC

Oh, I forgot. This is what I carry in my pockets. Why I show you this will make more since later when we get to the ‘new’ princple.

Clockwise from top left:

  • Stoic Virtues challenge coin
  • OLight i3T 2 flashlight, brass
  • Buck 3-blade pocket knife (it was my dad’s)
  • Fisher brass Bullet Space Pen
  • Zippo lighter, brass
  • Emerson folding Karambit
  • Money clip made from a brass “Chris-Craft” boat motor plate (“Chris-Craft,” get it?)
  • One Euro coin featuring Leonardo di Vinci’s “Vitruvian Man”
  • Large handkerchief

In With the New: “Little Green Bag”

(I had to stick to the music references.)

New principle:

The more you know, the less you have to carry.

Mors Kochanski

Wotancraft “Easy Rider” Sling Bag

Ain’t it beautiful? “Aged” leather and waxed canvas. Well, actually the canvas isn’t waxed, but I’m planning to do that soon to darken the color a bit and add weather proofing. At 9.5 liters (roughly 580 cubic inches) it’s about a third smaller than the Mystery Ranch bag. This will indeed require me to down-size my kit.

The back of the main pocket has loop Velcro, designed to hold accessory pouches with hook Velcro on the back of them. I ended up using two of the four (so far).

I put my Rotring pen and pencil, and a Tombow Mono zero eraser in the pen pocket. The zippered pocket holds my passport and checkbook.

The small zippered pouch (bottom left) contains the sunscreen stick, floss, toothpicks, and “offensively large” lip balm. The tall zippered pouch (top left) holds a scaled down GSW kit and the NARCAN. The SOFT-T doesn’t fit in with the rest of the GSW kit, so it is just floating around in the main pocket.

This is not ideal–hard to find under duress–so I’ll replace it with a lighter weight SWAT-T tourniquet. These are not approved by the “Tactical Combat Care Committee” but it has been tested and proven to work. It packs flat so it should fit in the pouch with the rest of the GSW kit.

Major bummer–my Traveler’s Notebook doesn’t fit in the front pocket. I’ve decided to customize the notebook down from this ‘standard’ size to ‘passport’ size. Then it will fit neatly in the main pocket.

I am fairly certain that this front pocket could be used to smuggle just about any contraband (knife, gun, flask of whisky) past the average concert venue security bag check… I should probably do an article about the “security theater” that I have experienced since 9/11.

Any way, this pocket zips closed, and the way the leather folds the zipper is hidden. All I would need to do is open the main pocket at the bag check. It also helps you to engage the security person with nonsense questions or humor. They get distracted, assume you are a ‘nice’ person and then aren’t as thorough, thereby missing other pockets.

For now I will stick to having my house and car keys in there, attached to the Photon light, and whistle. My iPhone rides in there for now, too (easier access to that than the “phone pocket” in the main pocket).

The green REI zippered pouch is in the main pocket still packed as above but with a few modifications. Mainly I switched the full-sized Leatherman “Wave” for the much smaller and lighter “Style PS.”

Other things I eliminated:

  • Retirement credentials–not carrying a gun, then don’t need the creds
  • The two zip-closure plastic bags
  • Tea bags, water purification tabs, and rehydration salts
  • Patagonia Dragonfly wind shirt, Buffwear, and SmartWool Gloves
  • Chico Bag
  • Matador mini blanket & Droplet dry bag
  • Compact reading glasses
  • Knife sharpener
  • Red neckerchief

I also put the RadioShack rechargeable battery, wall plug, and the two smallest cables into the grey bag with the camera battery. I left out the earbuds, car charger plug, and the tools for the Peak Design Capture. The bag is a lens cloth, and I have gloves and a mask in the IFAK and the GSW kit, so I also got rid of the Code of Bell pouch.

I plan to add a second fire option–probably storm matches in a small case. I’m going to upgrade the Surefire flashlight with a drop in LED to increase the candle power.

The front straps disconnect allowing the main compartment to expand a bit. The bag still has room to add gloves, hat, even a jacket come fall. I’ve also been able to get a book and highlighter in there.

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