Story Time - Inspired by AlanC.
Jeffrey Schwartz
Now and then, you've just gotta have some Story Time.
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Dances with Deer
A non-Mabu entry into the Mabuvian Prose Archive
Setting: 256 years after "Stonefall" , in the forest of the Pacific
Northwest. The American Imperium, successor state to the American Empire
(known to the people of the years just before Stonefall as "The United
States of America") has expanded from the east toward the west. This growth
was slowed and limited by the small number of survivors of first ten years
of the Darkness, when things that were left behind were fully scavenged and
all that was left was things that the new societies had made.
The Imperium is spreading now, from the south east, slowly across the world.
It is still a dangerous and unpredictable place to explore, but a land full
of wonders and opportunities.
Doctor Indira Jones trudged through the forest. The ancient digital disk,
containing stored messages from the pre-Fall Internet news group had hinted
there was a survival community based near here before the Fall. She even
found an entry in the body of oral tradition and written pseudo-history
called 'Mabuvian Prose' that implied certain commonalities between the "Deer
Dancer Tribe" and the legendary Mabu.
Dr. Jones was a slim woman, about 5' 6" tall. Like most people in the
Imperium, she had a bronze skin tone, dark hair and eyes. After the Fall,
things like race became less important than just having another human around
to build a family with, and over the three generations of in-breeding, race
had become a moot point. People were, for the most part, "Human" rather than
one ethnic group or another.
Jones shrugged her shoulders once again, settling the light leather jacket
she wore as protection against the branches over her shoulder holster. The
brown of the jacket matched well with the autumn leaves still on the trees.
She stopped a moment and turned the brim of the fedora a bit against the
late afternoon sun, and then continued along the deer path carefully, the
scoped Chartenberger rifle in her hands as she walked.
"Another hour, and then I'll have to stop for the night, "she whispered to
herself.
She took three more steps, then halted as the hair pricked up on the back of
her neck. It was the same feeling she'd had in the Tomb in DeeCee. The same
sense of, "if I move again, I'll be in trouble" that she had when she
rescued the Declaration of Independence from the National Archives. The
same weird feeling that she'd felt just before the security door at Kennedy
had slammed shut , that feeling that cut through the triumph she'd felt when
she picked up the moon rocks.
She slowly moved lower to the ground - flying spikes, like the Crip
tribesmen had used taught her that - and then looked around carefully before
spotting a thin string between two trees. She edged forward carefully,
looking for other tripwires. Finding none, she delicately slipped off the
trail to the left, then back to look at the trap she'd avoided.
A catapult-like thing sat in a shallow hole, with a bunch of small rocks in
it. The rocks were too small to kill, but would shoot up to scare or harass
the person who'd tripped the trap. A warning? A threat? She shook her head,
a bit confused. "Why go to all the bother, just to scare folks? " she asked
in a whisper.
With a shrug, she continued north west. As she went along, she noticed the
trail had been swept clean - looked like someone had drug a branch behind
them. But more indicative of a human presence were the lack of berries on
the bushes along the trail. Inspection of the bushes showed the berries had
been picked, rather than nibbled loose from the bush the way an animal
would.
She shrugged, and continued on for another 30 minutes before making camp for
the night.
Making camp was fairly simple - she reached into the leather bag that hung
at her side, and removed a thin ground cloth, made from plastic coated
aluminum foil between layers of cotton. Light, flexible and an excellent
insulator, she spread the cloth beneath a tree, then sat down on it.
She reached into her bag and pulled out her water bottle and a ration bar
for dinner. The bar was better than last years recipe - Maltese the Baker
had found a better source for carab this year.
After dinner, she put a small box on the ground next to her, made sure it
was turned on, and went to sleep.
Dances-with-Deer moved like a ghost through the forest. His deep inner link
to nature told him there was an outsider in the tribal lands, and he took up
his medicine bag and went to deal with this intruder. It had taken three
hours, but now, as the sliver of the moon reached it's highest, he closed on
the sleeping form of the invader.
As he moved through the brush, not a sound was heard. He barely moved a
leaf.
He reached the edge of the clearing, and then slowly slipped a vial from his
pouch. He would sneak close enough to the invader to pour this poison -
acetone (made from hardwoods) over the invader. With a light touch on the
pouring, the SOB wouldn't be awakened, but the toxin would be absorbed by
the skin, causing sickness and disability that would drive them out.
Vial in hand, he slowly edged into the clearing..
The small ear ring in Dr Jones's left ear began to vibrate, then whisper to
her. Radio linked to the box she'd placed on the ground, it detected the
change in the echos of the ultrasound the box was projecting, indicating
that a large object changed position in the area of protection.
The box was a very nice thing to carry in the wilderness, and had set the
University back a fair penny. She was glad of the grant the University had
given her to do this research, and well aware that it wouldn't have happened
had she not brought back the Crown of Rodney King from the ruins of L.A.
The ultrasound would keep away insects, and scare off most forest creatures
that would otherwise be interested in intruding into her camp.
Even better, it had a built in compass, and would send the compass direction
of a break in the ultrasound echos to her earring.
She slowly raised her left eyelid and peered to the southeast. She squirmed
a bit, as if in her sleep, and saw the man low crawling his way toward her..
She sat still, looking around as much as she could without making obvious
motions, to see if there were others. Not seeing any, she decided on a
course of action.
The Chartenberger on her lap shifted, and then she sat up and flicked the
thumb controls, turning on the spotlight built into the rifles forearm. Her
thumb then moved up, flipping the selector on the rifle from "Safe" to
"shotgun". The .50 cal projectiles in the gun would receive a jolt of
electricity just before the propellant was ignited. That jolt would set off
the small charge in the projectile, shattering it before it left the barrel,
allowing the fragments to spread over a wider area and have a better chance
at hitting someone moving in the darkness.
"Good evening, " she said to the man pinned like a deer in the headlights -
or in this case, the 500,000 candlepower of the Chartenberger's forearm
light.
"I'm here looking for the descendants of AlanC. I don't suppose you happen
to know where they might be?"
Dances-with-Deer froze in shock. The stranger made light without fire, and
spoke the Ancient Tongue. The light was so bright, it turned night into
day, the brightest light Dances-with-Deer had ever seen.
Dances-with-Deer didn't know what to do. As the stranger stood, the
back-scatter from the light allowed a better look - a woman? A woman? A
WOMAN? Walking alone? At night? Invading the tribal lands?
Women gathered. Women fetched water. Women did not act as
protectors-against-predators. Women were not Braves.
That led him down another path of thought - there was one woman.. The legend
of a woman Brave came to his mind. The ancient stories, told around
campfires by those who's ancestors had worshiped the One Eyed Beast called
Television.
It must be her, reasoned Dances-with-Deer.
Hesitantly, he opened his mouth, and prepared to speak. The Ancient Tounge
was not commonly used by his people, but as a chief's son, he knew enough of
it to get by.
"Oh, Xena, Warrior Princess, Have Mercy on me. Do not throw the flying ring
thing. "
Dr. Jones smiled, and a brief chuckle came from her lips as she reasoned
through what this tribesman's statement meant, and compared it to other
known history. "Cortez, " she whispered, "eat your heart out."
In a clear, commanding voice, she said, "Take me to your leader!"
Big-T
>
>Now and then, you've just gotta have some Story Time.
>--------------
>Dances with Deer
>
>A non-Mabu entry into the Mabuvian Prose Archive
>
>Setting: 256 years after "Stonefall" , in the forest of the Pacific
<SNIP>
Jeffrey, oh great storyteller, it is good to see that you are back at
it. I am awaiting your next installment. It's been a long time.
--
Big-T... Visit me at http://www.30cal.com
--
"Gold is for the mistress, silver for the maid,
Copper for the craftsman, cunning at his trade.
Good! Said the baron, while sitting in his hall,
But Iron, Cold Iron, is master of them all." - Kipling
Alan Erskine
Jones and company later.
--
Alan Erskine
alanerskine(at)optusnet.com.au
John Howard - Australia's GW Bush
"Jeffrey Schwartz" <jeffrey...@comcast.net> wrote in message
news:yoydnaSyIpS...@comcast.com...
Alan Connor
>
> Now and then, you've just gotta have some Story Time.
>
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>
> Dances with Deer
>
> A non-Mabu entry into the Mabuvian Prose Archive
Interesting. I have saved this to a file and will read later. No time now.
alanc
kb9...@blank.com
<jeffrey...@comcast.net> wrote:
>
>Now and then, you've just gotta have some Story Time.
>
>--------------
>
<applause>
Fasten all seat belts, seal all entrances and exits, close all shops in the mall, cancel the 3-ring circus
, secure all animals in the zoo....
Rick Rendon
bookburn
>
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>
> Dances with Deer
>
> A non-Mabu entry into the Mabuvian Prose Archive
>
>
> Setting: 256 years after "Stonefall" , in the forest of the
Pacific
> Northwest. The American Imperium, successor state to the
American Empire
> (known to the people of the years just before Stonefall as "The
United
> States of America") has expanded from the east toward the west.
This growth
> was slowed and limited by the small number of survivors of
first ten years
> of the Darkness, when things that were left behind were fully
scavenged and
> all that was left was things that the new societies had made.
>
> The Imperium is spreading now, from the south east, slowly
across the world.
> It is still a dangerous and unpredictable place to explore, but
a land full
> of wonders and opportunities.
Seems like you could work this into a frame tale?
I don't know, "whispered to herself"? There are probably ways to
manage narrative besides this. Maybe she could talk to her
earrings or be remembering stuff when . . . . She could have a
mutant dog to communicate with who does tail signals.
Except maybe when the animals have little fingers sprouting from
their lips? or the mutants have lips on their hands.
"path of thought" is good, fits into the forest of the mind.
>
> It must be her, reasoned Dances-with-Deer.
>
> Hesitantly, he opened his mouth, and prepared to speak. The
Ancient Tounge
> was not commonly used by his people, but as a chief's son, he
knew enough of
> it to get by.
>
> "Oh, Xena, Warrior Princess, Have Mercy on me. Do not throw the
flying ring
> thing. "
>
>
>
> Dr. Jones smiled, and a brief chuckle came from her lips as she
reasoned
> through what this tribesman's statement meant, and compared it
to other
> known history. "Cortez, " she whispered, "eat your heart out."
>
> In a clear, commanding voice, she said, "Take me to your
leader!"
The characters, setting, and story line are not half-bad. The
bemused angle of vision is interesting. bookburn
Alan Connor
>
> --------------
>
> Dances with Deer
>
> A non-Mabu entry into the Mabuvian Prose Archive
>
I have added a few notes [...] below.
Dances with Deer
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Dances with Deer
!vi +137 storytime
Dances-with-Deer moved like a ghost through the forest. His deep inner link
to nature told him there was an outsider in the tribal lands, and he took up
his medicine bag and went to deal with this intruder. It had taken three
hours, but now, as the sliver of the moon reached it's highest, he closed on
the sleeping form of the invader.
As he moved through the brush, not a sound was heard. He barely moved a
leaf.
He reached the edge of the clearing, and then slowly slipped a vial from his
pouch. He would sneak close enough to the invader to pour this poison -
acetone (made from hardwoods) over the invader. With a light touch on the
pouring, the SOB wouldn't be awakened, but the toxin would be absorbed by
the skin, causing sickness and disability that would drive them out.
Vial in hand, he slowly edged into the clearing..
All RIGHT! CUT! No way would we use a dragged branch or the like to erase
tracks or try to sneak in someone's tent to dribble chemicals on
them or leave signs of eating that could be told from those of a Deer or
Rabbit. Nor can I see any point in that booby trap. Why? Just let her pass or
introduce yourself and explain the local rules.
[Give me a BREAK!
(otherwise, not bad. not bad at all)]
The small ear ring in Dr Jones's left ear began to vibrate, then whisper to
her. Radio linked to the box she'd placed on the ground, it detected the
change in the echos of the ultrasound the box was projecting, indicating
that a large object changed position in the area of protection.
[ we won't let you rebuild the ICE (Industrial-Capitalist-Empire) you know.]
[Sorry. We have many libraries (information being the only thing we want
from you and could have these toys in short order if we WANTED them.]
back-scatter from the light allowed a better look - a woman? A woman? A
WOMAN? Walking alone? At night? Invading the tribal lands?
Women gathered. Women fetched water. Women did not act as
protectors-against-predators. Women were not Braves.
[Good fucking GRIEF? Try that with the women *I* know, and they'd laugh in
your face....]
That led him down another path of thought - there was one woman.. The legend
of a woman Brave came to his mind. The ancient stories, told around
campfires by those who's ancestors had worshiped the One Eyed Beast called
Television.
It must be her, reasoned Dances-with-Deer.
Hesitantly, he opened his mouth, and prepared to speak. The Ancient Tounge
was not commonly used by his people, but as a chief's son, he knew enough of
it to get by.
"Oh, Xena, Warrior Princess, Have Mercy on me. Do not throw the flying ring
thing. "
Dr. Jones smiled, and a brief chuckle came from her lips as she reasoned
through what this tribesman's statement meant, and compared it to other
known history. "Cortez, " she whispered, "eat your heart out."
In a clear, commanding voice, she said, "Take me to your leader!"
[Ahhhh. We don't have any such thing. My life belongs to me. I can live solo
off the Land if I have to, and need not anything material from another human
being. I cannot be controlled. I am free.]
Pretty good, Jeff.
alanc
Frank White
jeffrey...@comcast.net says...
>
>
>Now and then, you've just gotta have some Story Time.
YAYYYY!!! Story Time!
(gets the popcorn and settles down for some fun!)
>--------------
>
>Dances with Deer
>
>A non-Mabu entry into the Mabuvian Prose Archive
Aw shucks, I was hoping to see Alanc meets Ja-... Stella...
>Setting: 256 years after "Stonefall" , in the forest of the Pacific
>Northwest. The American Imperium, successor state to the American Empire
>(known to the people of the years just before Stonefall as "The United
>States of America") has expanded from the east toward the west. This
growth
>was slowed and limited by the small number of survivors of first ten
years
>of the Darkness, when things that were left behind were fully scavenged
and
>all that was left was things that the new societies had made.
>
>The Imperium is spreading now, from the south east, slowly across the
world.
>It is still a dangerous and unpredictable place to explore, but a land
full
>of wonders and opportunities.
>
>
>
>Doctor Indira Jones
Oh good. I like her.
> trudged through the forest. The ancient digital disk,
>containing stored messages from the pre-Fall Internet news group had
hinted
>there was a survival community based near here before the Fall. She even
>found an entry in the body of oral tradition and written pseudo-history
>called 'Mabuvian Prose' that implied certain commonalities between the
"Deer
>Dancer Tribe" and the legendary Mabu.
'Dances with Mabu'???
>Dr. Jones was a slim woman, about 5' 6" tall. Like most people in the
>Imperium, she had a bronze skin tone, dark hair and eyes. After the
Fall,
>things like race became less important than just having another human
around
>to build a family with, and over the three generations of in-breeding,
race
>had become a moot point. People were, for the most part, "Human" rather
than
>one ethnic group or another.
If only we could persuade people of that...
<snip lotsa good stuff>
>Dances-with-Deer didn't know what to do. As the stranger stood, the
>back-scatter from the light allowed a better look - a woman? A woman? A
>WOMAN? Walking alone? At night? Invading the tribal lands?
>
>Women gathered. Women fetched water. Women did not act as
>protectors-against-predators. Women were not Braves.
>
>That led him down another path of thought - there was one woman.. The
legend
>of a woman Brave came to his mind. The ancient stories, told around
>campfires by those who's ancestors had worshiped the One Eyed Beast
called
>Television.
>
>It must be her, reasoned Dances-with-Deer.
>
>Hesitantly, he opened his mouth, and prepared to speak. The Ancient
Tounge
>was not commonly used by his people, but as a chief's son, he knew
enough of
>it to get by.
>
>"Oh, Xena, Warrior Princess, Have Mercy on me. Do not throw the flying
ring
>thing. "
(blows popcorn out of nose in shock, collapses to the ground
howling and sobbing with pain and laughter)
(Dear GOD, don't... don't spring that sort of thing on people
without warning...)
>Dr. Jones smiled, and a brief chuckle came from her lips as she reasoned
>through what this tribesman's statement meant, and compared it to other
>known history. "Cortez, " she whispered, "eat your heart out."
>
>In a clear, commanding voice, she said, "Take me to your leader!"
Wow, ANOTHER great Mabuian story! Thank you!!
FW
North
>[ we won't let you rebuild the ICE (Industrial-Capitalist-Empire) you know.]
I don't see hgow you and your fantacy group are going to stop
anything. After all of those DIY vasectomys. And you have stated that
you don't breed and you have stated that if any female in your group
became pregnant, she would be banished from your group.
Yup, I see your group dying out.
I couldn't resist.
Jeffrey Schwartz
> Vial in hand, he slowly edged into the clearing..
>
> All RIGHT! CUT! No way would we use a dragged branch or the like to erase
> tracks
The post concerning deer and hunters plainly stated the removal of tracks
would be done. In what manner would you be doing it?
> or try to sneak in someone's tent
Re-read the tale - there's no tent. She's just sitting on a ground cloth,
taking a nap.
> them or leave signs of eating that could be told from those of a Deer or
> Rabbit. Nor can I see any point in that booby trap. Why? Just let her pass
or
> introduce yourself and explain the local rules.
Ah, but you said to harass the hunters with non-lethal traps, and make sure
you're not seen. If you introduce yourself to explain the rules, isn't that
being seen and placing yourself in a position to get shot?
>
> [ we won't let you rebuild the ICE (Industrial-Capitalist-Empire) you
know.]
How will you prevent the rebuilding in areas not in his forest? Will you
send war-parties out to attack other survival groups who do manage to hold
onto technology?
That's really what this whole tale is about. Should your gatherer-level
society actually survive in an area, what happens when they run into other
people who have held onto more tech, and who aren't bound up by your
non-lethal view of the world?
>
> Dances-with-Deer froze in shock. The stranger made light without fire, and
> spoke the Ancient Tongue. The light was so bright, it turned night into
> day, the brightest light Dances-with-Deer had ever seen.
>
> [Sorry. We have many libraries (information being the only thing we want
> from you and could have these toys in short order if we WANTED them.]
Yes, but take a look at the timeline for this story. 256 years post-Fall.
Even if Dances-with-deer read about spotlights, he's never seen one, right?
It's a difference between reading about something, and having someone shine
it in your face in the middle of the night.
>
> [Good fucking GRIEF? Try that with the women *I* know, and they'd laugh in
> your face....]
Same with my wife (grin), but I needed something in the story to shock him
and lead him to the next chain of thought.
>
>
> Dr. Jones smiled, and a brief chuckle came from her lips as she reasoned
> through what this tribesman's statement meant, and compared it to other
> known history. "Cortez, " she whispered, "eat your heart out."
>
> In a clear, commanding voice, she said, "Take me to your leader!"
>
> [Ahhhh. We don't have any such thing. My life belongs to me. I can live
solo
> off the Land if I have to, and need not anything material from another
human
> being. I cannot be controlled. I am free.]
>
>
Even better.... even better. Ever read about Cortez?
Jeff McCann
news:cec7gvc09c2utc9hq...@4ax.com...
Oh, but Alan didn't need a vasectomy. He uses a much more effective and
totally organic form of birth control - his personality.
Jeff
Jeffrey Schwartz
"Frank White" <fwhite*NOSPAM*@colfax.com> wrote in message
news:be07ej$241i$2...@news.fsr.net...
>> (blows popcorn out of nose in shock, collapses to the ground
> howling and sobbing with pain and laughter)
Oh, geez, that hurts just thinking about it.
Hmmm...
Sounds like you've have a sinus kernal error instead of a linux kernal
error...
p o t@beer.com TDKozan
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| Dances with Deer
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| A non-Mabu entry into the Mabuvian Prose Archive
Outstanding!
Thanks Jeff.
TK
--
Cogito ergo bibo
Alan Connor
>
>> Vial in hand, he slowly edged into the clearing..
>>
>> All RIGHT! CUT! No way would we use a dragged branch or the like to erase
>> tracks
>
> The post concerning deer and hunters plainly stated the removal of tracks
> would be done. In what manner would you be doing it?
A variety of ways. All tracks are not literally impressions in the ground,
you know.
Scraping branches across the ground creates tracks.
Gotta learn to seperate reality from TV, my friend.
>
>> or try to sneak in someone's tent
>
> Re-read the tale - there's no tent. She's just sitting on a ground cloth,
> taking a nap.
Same diff.
>
>> them or leave signs of eating that could be told from those of a Deer or
>> Rabbit. Nor can I see any point in that booby trap. Why? Just let her pass
> or
>> introduce yourself and explain the local rules.
>
> Ah, but you said to harass the hunters with non-lethal traps,
Do you always make massive assumptions from one post?
and make sure
> you're not seen. If you introduce yourself to explain the rules, isn't that
> being seen and placing yourself in a position to get shot?
>
So I guess you have never heard of anyone calling out from cover?
Give me another break.
>>
>> [ we won't let you rebuild the ICE (Industrial-Capitalist-Empire) you
> know.]
>
> How will you prevent the rebuilding in areas not in his forest? Will you
> send war-parties out to attack other survival groups who do manage to hold
> onto technology?
We will keep small groups from joining with others to form large ones,
kill any dogs and large domestic animals. Destroy any roads, slip contraceptives into their food/water-supply or directly into their bodies with darts and
chemicals that transfer drugs through the skin. Like acetone and dmso.
>
> That's really what this whole tale is about. Should your gatherer-level
> society actually survive in an area, what happens when they run into other
> people who have held onto more tech, and who aren't bound up by your
> non-lethal view of the world?
>
We aren't gatherer level. You really need to actually read some of my posts.
>>
>> Dances-with-Deer froze in shock. The stranger made light without fire, and
>> spoke the Ancient Tongue. The light was so bright, it turned night into
>> day, the brightest light Dances-with-Deer had ever seen.
>>
>> [Sorry. We have many libraries (information being the only thing we want
>> from you and could have these toys in short order if we WANTED them.]
>
> Yes, but take a look at the timeline for this story. 256 years post-Fall.
> Even if Dances-with-deer read about spotlights, he's never seen one, right?
> It's a difference between reading about something, and having someone shine
> it in your face in the middle of the night.
My descendents will have computers you dork.
You worshippers of technology are SO ignorant of same that it blows my mind.
We have perfectly fine lamps and 'flashlights' at present without the need
for ugly factories and de facto slaves and such.
>
>>
>> [Good fucking GRIEF? Try that with the women *I* know, and they'd laugh in
>> your face....]
>
> Same with my wife (grin), but I needed something in the story to shock him
> and lead him to the next chain of thought.
>
>>
>>
>> Dr. Jones smiled, and a brief chuckle came from her lips as she reasoned
>> through what this tribesman's statement meant, and compared it to other
>> known history. "Cortez, " she whispered, "eat your heart out."
>>
>> In a clear, commanding voice, she said, "Take me to your leader!"
>>
>> [Ahhhh. We don't have any such thing. My life belongs to me. I can live
> solo
>> off the Land if I have to, and need not anything material from another
> human
>> being. I cannot be controlled. I am free.]
>>
>>
>
> Even better.... even better. Ever read about Cortez?
>
Bother us, and you will wish you hadn't.
>
You just don't understand us at all.
Read a dozen of my posts that have some substance to them and then realize
that there is a LOT of stuff that I just won't post.
How do we hide our tracks in the Winter Snow? Not telling you. As far as I
know it is our invention.
No offense, but if you think that dragging a branch across the ground like
they do in the movies is how a person erases tracks, then you are really not
qualified to discuss these matters.
Enjoyed the story though.
alanc
Alan Connor
> On Thu, 3 Jul 2003 09:15:12 -0400, Jeffrey Schwartz <jeffrey...@comcast.net> wrote:
>>
As much as I enjoyed your story, Jeff, I am afraid that you are now stuck
in my list of the fools here who think that if they have a gun and you don't,
that if they are prepared to engage in brutality and you aren't, that they will
automatically be able to impose their will on you.
That is just bunk.
The people I am with have existed right here on Lands that Americans think
they control for over 30 years, with no weapons and no brutality. The laws
of America mean nothing to us and we just ignore them.
Yes, our existence is well-known to your secret police and your military.
But they can't really do anything about people that are spread out all over
hell in tiny groups and don't need any of your stuff to live. You just don't
have any way to track us. None at all.
A friend of mine will be speaking to a group of young people outside of
Seattle in a week or so. The party just left here and will WALK there.
No American will ever even see them until they arrive, and then only a select
few.
Americans are incredibly arrogant and unable to comprehend the fact that
people don't have to play by their rules.
So a bunch of people waltz right into your country and bomb the pentagon.
and the wtc. How much good did all your firepower do you there?
Why didn't all your grand hi-technology protect you?
But these people at least play the game of war, which makes them very much
like you.
We don't. We aren't like you at all and our world is not yours. Out here, it
just makes you stick out like the proverbial sore thumb.
Your heroine wouldn't have a chance. Not a single one. She would have been
driven from the area in a flash if that was what was called for.
alanc
North
>On Thu, 3 Jul 2003 09:15:12 -0400, Jeffrey Schwartz <jeffrey...@comcast.net> wrote:
>>
>>> Vial in hand, he slowly edged into the clearing..
>>>
>>> All RIGHT! CUT! No way would we use a dragged branch or the like to erase
>>> tracks
>>
>> The post concerning deer and hunters plainly stated the removal of tracks
>> would be done. In what manner would you be doing it?
>
>
>A variety of ways. All tracks are not literally impressions in the ground,
>you know.
>
>Scraping branches across the ground creates tracks.
>
>Gotta learn to seperate reality from TV, my friend.
>
>>
>>> or try to sneak in someone's tent
>>
>> Re-read the tale - there's no tent. She's just sitting on a ground cloth,
>> taking a nap.
>
>Same diff.
>
>
>>
>>> them or leave signs of eating that could be told from those of a Deer or
>>> Rabbit. Nor can I see any point in that booby trap. Why? Just let her pass
>> or
>>> introduce yourself and explain the local rules.
>>
>> Ah, but you said to harass the hunters with non-lethal traps,
>
>
>Do you always make massive assumptions from one post?
You seem too.
>
>
>
>
>and make sure
>> you're not seen. If you introduce yourself to explain the rules, isn't that
>> being seen and placing yourself in a position to get shot?
>>
>
>So I guess you have never heard of anyone calling out from cover?
>
>
>Give me another break.
>
>
>
>
>>>
>>> [ we won't let you rebuild the ICE (Industrial-Capitalist-Empire) you
>> know.]
>>
>> How will you prevent the rebuilding in areas not in his forest? Will you
>> send war-parties out to attack other survival groups who do manage to hold
>> onto technology?
>
>We will keep small groups from joining with others to form large ones,
>kill any dogs and large domestic animals. Destroy any roads, slip contraceptives into their food/water-supply or directly into their bodies with darts and
>chemicals that transfer drugs through the skin. Like acetone and dmso.
>
Bullshit, you wouldn't/couldn't get within 2 miles of my homestead
without being detected and KILLED !!
>
>
>
>>
>> That's really what this whole tale is about. Should your gatherer-level
>> society actually survive in an area, what happens when they run into other
>> people who have held onto more tech, and who aren't bound up by your
>> non-lethal view of the world?
>>
>
>We aren't gatherer level. You really need to actually read some of my posts.
We have, and you do the most flip-floping of anyone in human history.
>
>
>>>
>>> Dances-with-Deer froze in shock. The stranger made light without fire, and
>>> spoke the Ancient Tongue. The light was so bright, it turned night into
>>> day, the brightest light Dances-with-Deer had ever seen.
>>>
>>> [Sorry. We have many libraries (information being the only thing we want
>>> from you and could have these toys in short order if we WANTED them.]
>>
>> Yes, but take a look at the timeline for this story. 256 years post-Fall.
>> Even if Dances-with-deer read about spotlights, he's never seen one, right?
>> It's a difference between reading about something, and having someone shine
>> it in your face in the middle of the night.
>
>My descendents will have computers you dork.
Bullshit. you will NOT have ANY descendants, YOUR RULE for anyone male
joining your group is that THEY MUST GET A VASECTOMY. Also you have
stated that any female in your group must not get pregnant or they are
banished from your group.
>
>
>You worshippers of technology are SO ignorant of same that it blows my mind.
You are so ignorant it blows my mind.
>
>We have perfectly fine lamps and 'flashlights' at present without the need
>for ugly factories and de facto slaves and such.
Wood gas flashlights ? Anyone with any military combat skills at all
could take you out with ease. One way would be to set your part of the
forest on fire. That would flush you are your group out where they
could be picked off by waiting snipers, or mowed down with machine
guns. Another way would be to track that cell phone signal that you
have stated that you use to connect to the internet, call in a fire
mission and its BBQ time.
>
>
>>
>>>
>>> [Good fucking GRIEF? Try that with the women *I* know, and they'd laugh in
>>> your face....]
>>
>> Same with my wife (grin), but I needed something in the story to shock him
>> and lead him to the next chain of thought.
>>
>>>
>>>
>>> Dr. Jones smiled, and a brief chuckle came from her lips as she reasoned
>>> through what this tribesman's statement meant, and compared it to other
>>> known history. "Cortez, " she whispered, "eat your heart out."
>>>
>>> In a clear, commanding voice, she said, "Take me to your leader!"
>>>
>>> [Ahhhh. We don't have any such thing. My life belongs to me. I can live
>> solo
>>> off the Land if I have to, and need not anything material from another
>> human
>>> being. I cannot be controlled. I am free.]
>>>
>>>
>>
>> Even better.... even better. Ever read about Cortez?
>>
>
>Bother us, and you will wish you hadn't.
Make me want to bother you and you will be dead, period..
>
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>
>You just don't understand us at all.
>Read a dozen of my posts that have some substance to them and then realize
>that there is a LOT of stuff that I just won't post.
Because you are a troll and you are making all this up.
>
>How do we hide our tracks in the Winter Snow? Not telling you. As far as I
>know it is our invention.
Hiding ones tracks is as old as time.
>
>No offense, but if you think that dragging a branch across the ground like
>they do in the movies is how a person erases tracks, then you are really not
>qualified to discuss these matters.
You are such a fool, Do you even realize that you have told this group
more than enough intel to defeat you in battle. Face it Alan, you have
NEVER gone up against anyone with real combat training. Hell, some of
the shit you spew is actully taught by SP troops, its called gerrilla
warfare.
>
>Enjoyed the story though.
Yup, please keep it up !!!
>
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>fabu.
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Myal
"Alan Connor" <xxx...@xxxx.xxx> wrote in message news:NyZMa.76832>
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> My descendents will have computers you dork.
>
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>
>
> alanc
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Looks like smacking his nuts with two bricks didnt work after all.... Vegan
bricks just dont do it do they ?
Myal
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Myal
"Alan Connor" <xxx...@xxxx.xxx> wrote in message
> On Thu, 03 Jul 2003 17:17:33 GMT, Alan Connor <xxx...@xxxx.xxx> wrote:
> > On Thu, 3 Jul 2003 09:15:12 -0400, Jeffrey Schwartz
<jeffrey...@comcast.net> wrote:
> >>
>
> Your heroine wouldn't have a chance. Not a single one. She would have been
> driven from the area in a flash if that was what was called for.
>
> alanc
>
>
A lot of long haired freaky people flashing at me would be off putting .
He has a point , and will wave it at you if you get to close !!
Myal
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Myal
"Alan Connor" <xxx...@xxxx.xxx> wrote in message
> On Thu, 3 Jul 2003 09:15:12 -0400, Jeffrey Schwartz
<jeffrey...@comcast.net> wrote:
> >
> >> Vial in hand, he slowly edged into the clearing..
> >>
> >> All RIGHT! CUT! No way would we use a dragged branch or the like to
erase
> >> tracks
> >
> > The post concerning deer and hunters plainly stated the removal of
tracks
> > would be done. In what manner would you be doing it?
>
>
> A variety of ways. All tracks are not literally impressions in the ground,
> you know.
>
alanc has a point , there small signs like broken twigs , these can be
stickytaped back together , turned leaves and disturbed ground cover can be
covered in peterol and burned , things like disturbed stones and pebbles are
easily disguised by covering the lot in tar , and the dopey ordinary
survivalist will just think they are walking on a highway inthe middle of
the scrub.....
> Scraping branches across the ground creates tracks.
>
> Gotta learn to seperate reality from TV, my friend.
>
> >
> >> or try to sneak in someone's tent
> >
> > Re-read the tale - there's no tent. She's just sitting on a ground
cloth,
> > taking a nap.
>
> Same diff.
>
>
> >
> >> them or leave signs of eating that could be told from those of a Deer
or
> >> Rabbit. Nor can I see any point in that booby trap. Why? Just let her
pass
> > or
> >> introduce yourself and explain the local rules.
> >
> > Ah, but you said to harass the hunters with non-lethal traps,
>
>
> Do you always make massive assumptions from one post?
>
I think, alanc , he may have read more than one of your posts where you said
that....
>
>
>
> and make sure
> > you're not seen. If you introduce yourself to explain the rules, isn't
that
> > being seen and placing yourself in a position to get shot?
> >
>
> So I guess you have never heard of anyone calling out from cover?
>
>
and giving away their location....
> Give me another break.
>
>
>
>
> >>
> >> [ we won't let you rebuild the ICE (Industrial-Capitalist-Empire) you
> > know.]
> >
> > How will you prevent the rebuilding in areas not in his forest? Will
you
> > send war-parties out to attack other survival groups who do manage to
hold
> > onto technology?
>
> We will keep small groups from joining with others to form large ones,
> kill any dogs and large domestic animals. Destroy any roads, slip
contraceptives into their food/water-supply or directly into their bodies
with darts and
> chemicals that transfer drugs through the skin. Like acetone and dmso.
>
>
Of cause , all animals killed will be done so with non-letahl means , and
humanely . Bio-degradeable condoms in the watersupply should do the trick to
stop anyone breeding....
alanc obviously ( very very obviously ) hasnt actualy seen the equipment
needed to distill woods . If , and its a HUGE if , he is distilling
hardwoods , where did he get the needed furnaces and equipment from , or did
he spin it out of his nettle thread ?
>
>
> >
> > That's really what this whole tale is about. Should your gatherer-level
> > society actually survive in an area, what happens when they run into
other
> > people who have held onto more tech, and who aren't bound up by your
> > non-lethal view of the world?
> >
>
> We aren't gatherer level. You really need to actually read some of my
posts.
>
alanc lives in a forrest he stole off somebody , its 1/10 of an acre big ,
in that huge expanse of forrest he grows enough food to live on all year
round , frolics nakedly with the street kiddies he picks up , and plays with
his Big Blow Gun , he also has set up CO generators , a wood distillery ,
and an entire village.
Not bad for 1/10 of an acre . Credit where its due , he fits a lot into a
little .
You will hurt when you leave , most people dont ever laugh that hard !!
You have been warned !!
( apoligies for jumping in , I couldnt resist )
Myal
Sue
>
>The people I am with have existed right here on Lands that Americans think
>they control for over 30 years, with no weapons and no brutality. The laws
>of America mean nothing to us and we just ignore them.
Hold it. Hold it. No weapons and no brutality? You're forgetting
about the poison darts and the CO. Poison darts are certainly weapons
or did you forget the very beginning of your "story"? CO in the
manner you *claim* to use it is also certainly a weapon and the use of
either sounds to me like brutality. Oh, Alan. You need to keep your
stories straight.
>We don't. We aren't like you at all and our world is not yours.
Your world is certainly not mine. Mine is called reality.
Sue - from Alan's killfile - or not
>
>
Sue
>alanc lives in a forrest he stole off somebody , its 1/10 of an acre big ,
>in that huge expanse of forrest he grows enough food to live on all year
>round ,
You forgot about growing the WWW. Considering how much Alan claims to
smoke he must need quite a bit of spce for it.
Sue
satguru schism
The old Celtic tradition of satire from their Bards was feared as
greatly as the swords of their warriors, and rightly so! I hereby
declare Jeff the Official Bard of MS. Any seconds?
Regards,
Jack Brooks
Condor Chef
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> "Jeffrey Schwartz" <jeffrey...@comcast.net> wrote in message
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> > Now and then, you've just gotta have some Story Time.
>
> The old Celtic tradition of satire from their Bards was feared as
> greatly as the swords of their warriors, and rightly so! I hereby
> declare Jeff the Official Bard of MS. Any seconds?
>
> Regards,
>
> Jack Brooks
Second.
CC
Jeffrey Schwartz
> > The post concerning deer and hunters plainly stated the removal of
tracks
> > would be done. In what manner would you be doing it?
>
>
> A variety of ways. All tracks are not literally impressions in the ground,
> you know.
>
> Scraping branches across the ground creates tracks.
>
> Gotta learn to seperate reality from TV, my friend.
Yep....
>
> >
> >> or try to sneak in someone's tent
> >
> > Re-read the tale - there's no tent. She's just sitting on a ground
cloth,
> > taking a nap.
>
> Same diff.
Ah, so the sneaking up and pouring acetone on people will only occur when ?
> > Ah, but you said to harass the hunters with non-lethal traps,
>
>
> Do you always make massive assumptions from one post?
Only when the post is actually a flame :)
> and make sure
> > you're not seen. If you introduce yourself to explain the rules, isn't
that
> > being seen and placing yourself in a position to get shot?
> >
>
> So I guess you have never heard of anyone calling out from cover?
Yep, sure have. But isn't that contrary to your other post about "They'd
never even know we were there" ?
> >
> > How will you prevent the rebuilding in areas not in his forest? Will
you
> > send war-parties out to attack other survival groups who do manage to
hold
> > onto technology?
>
> We will keep small groups from joining with others to form large ones,
> kill any dogs and large domestic animals. Destroy any roads, slip
contraceptives into their food/water-supply or directly into their bodies
with darts and
> chemicals that transfer drugs through the skin. Like acetone and dmso.
Where are you going to get contraceptives without a decent chemical lab?
And the supply chain to feed it?
That's funny.
And a dart-based contraceptive - Will you come by and dart women 21 days a
month? Don't you think they might catch on after a bit?
> > That's really what this whole tale is about. Should your gatherer-level
> > society actually survive in an area, what happens when they run into
other
> > people who have held onto more tech, and who aren't bound up by your
> > non-lethal view of the world?
> >
>
> We aren't gatherer level. You really need to actually read some of my
posts.
Do you farm?
Do you keep domestic animals?
Do you hunt?
If the answer to those three questions is "no", then you're gathers.
If you only answer "yes" to one of them, then you're close enough as to make
little difference.
> > Yes, but take a look at the timeline for this story. 256 years
post-Fall.
> > Even if Dances-with-deer read about spotlights, he's never seen one,
right?
> > It's a difference between reading about something, and having someone
shine
> > it in your face in the middle of the night.
>
> My descendents will have computers you dork.
Exactly where are you going to get computers, and power for them, from your
agrarian no-tech society?
>
>
> You worshippers of technology are SO ignorant of same that it blows my
mind.
Ayeah - what blows my mind is why you believe your descendants two and a
half centuries post-fall will have computers, if a prime tennant of your
society is "tech is evil"
>
> We have perfectly fine lamps and 'flashlights' at present without the need
> for ugly factories and de facto slaves and such.
Yes, at present.... Will those still be working 250+ years after the fall?
> >
> > Even better.... even better. Ever read about Cortez?
> >
>
> Bother us, and you will wish you hadn't.
(smile)
Jeffrey Schwartz
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"I'd like to thank all the little people that made this award possible."
"Without the help of people such as Mabu and AlanC, I would never be here
this evening. "
"It isn't just me that should be recieving this award tonight. I'd like to
thank some of the members of the production crew, who's tireless activites
over the years have made M.S. what it is today."
"I'd like to thank Gunner and Jack, and all the others who participated in
the M.S. Shakespear Festival."
"I'd like to thank Quonster, and let him know that just because it's an
official position, he shouldn't try making more of it than it is. I'm not
looking for a second in command right now."
"I'd like to give a specisal mention to Tim May, who reminded me that some
times just killing the bastards is the rigtht thing to do. And for his being
an inspiration to all the techno-geeks out there."
"I'd like to thank Halcitron for being a sort of reverse-Google, and
pointing out stuff I'd have never thought to search on."
"I'd like to thank Winston Smith for being unlike the one in 1984, and
giving us the news rather than re-writing it."
"Could we have a moment of silence, to remember Geoff Hardin, and hope that
he returns soon? "
"I'd also like the thank Noah for the excellent posts he's done over the
years."
"And, last, I'd like to thank Ja... Stella for not trying to leverage her
fame to get into porn movies."
Alan Connor
>> >
>> > The post concerning deer and hunters plainly stated the removal of
> tracks
>> > would be done. In what manner would you be doing it?
>>
>>
>> A variety of ways. All tracks are not literally impressions in the ground,
>> you know.
>>
>> Scraping branches across the ground creates tracks.
>>
>> Gotta learn to seperate reality from TV, my friend.
>
> Yep....
>
>>
>> >
>> >> or try to sneak in someone's tent
>> >
>> > Re-read the tale - there's no tent. She's just sitting on a ground
> cloth,
>> > taking a nap.
>>
>> Same diff.
>
> Ah, so the sneaking up and pouring acetone on people will only occur when ?
>
Well, since YOU are the only one that has said that we sneak up on people and
pour acetone on them, YOU will have to answer that question.
If you want to talk with me, then you will have to stick with the facts.
Acetone, like dmso, can be used in lieu of injections. It allows chemicals
to be carried across the skin and into the blood and nervious systems as IF
they were injected.
Although we have, to my knowlegde, never used this tactic on anyone but our-
selves (we test all such things on ourselves to make sure that they will do no
serious harm. Acetone must not be used regularly. Repeated doses are
dangerous.) the delivery method most often practiced is via monitored booby-
traps, using a variety of ways to douse the person(s). One is the old acid-
base propellents, like vinegar and lime. That is what I described earlier, I
believe.
I certainly NEVER said that we snuck up on people and dribbled acetone on them.
You get ONE more chance.
Be fair and reasonably civil or I will killfile you.
And go right on posting.
alanc
Steven Cousineau
> If you want to talk with me, then you will have to stick with the facts.
Alan, I find your insistence on facts refreshing. Facts in the
scientific world come from one mechanism--extensive statistical
testing, retesting, and hypothesizing of open data sets. So
far nobody has come up with a better method of determining facts
as all other methods require the assumption of divine revelation
or something less repeatable.
> Acetone, like dmso, can be used in lieu of injections. It allows
> chemicals to be carried across the skin and into the blood and
> nervious systems as IF they were injected.
Do you have a statistical database that you are willing to share
with us? IF your claims are true, certainly outside analysis
will only strengthen your position.
> Be fair and reasonably civil or I will killfile you.
Oh, I love a fair fight.
-Steve
--
Steven B. Cousineau, http://www.scrye.com/~steve
Steven Cousineau
> The old Celtic tradition of satire from their Bards was feared as
> greatly as the swords of their warriors, and rightly so! I hereby
> declare Jeff the Official Bard of MS. Any seconds?
Second! Or Third, or whatever is necesary to get the title
awarded.
Jeffrey Schwartz
>
> Although we have, to my knowlegde, never used this tactic on anyone but
our-
> selves (we test all such things on ourselves to make sure that they will
do no
> serious harm. Acetone must not be used regularly. Repeated doses are
> dangerous.) the delivery method most often practiced is via monitored
booby-
> traps, using a variety of ways to douse the person(s). One is the old
acid-
> base propellents, like vinegar and lime. That is what I described earlier,
I
> believe.
>
Alright, let me make sure I understand what you're saying.
You say vinegar and lime as a propellant, and using the gasses released to
spray acetone from a monitored booby trap?
Alan Connor
Yes. A concealed string runs to a vantage point, both to allow the fine
control needed for other 'booby traps' that are potentially dangerous and to
avoid the likelihood of a trip-wire, etc., being seen. In this case a wooden
tube(s) is used to direct the spray. There are, of course, many chemicals
that can be delivered this way. One of them is a mild psychedelic (from
mushrooms) that will make the person pretty much useless for anything for
a day or so, and thus becoming a burden to the group they are with. Others
will make them sick or sleepy or ....
alanc
CanopyCo
After some debate I decided to go to my family reunion at Spavinaw State Park
this weekend.
Finances was the original problem, though it actually is not that much expense.
But I am glad I went. I really needed the time out. The time with family. Time
with the friends of family that came just for the party. Time with the locals
or the region. No arrogance or belittling allowed. Everyone trying to help each
other. From each there ability, to each there need.
Its nice.
I am considered to be a big deal by the young ones (Those under 30). One of
very few that not only left the hills, but also has a collage education and
degree. I have always stood up for them regarding letting them have a life and
not be trapped on the farm. Answering there questions about people and life.
Helping them understand why some people act and do what they do. Getting old
PC's and fixing them up for them, then teaching them how to use them to visit
with people outside the hills. Sneaking them into the neighboring town during
my visits to them, and Tulsa during there visits to me. Encouraging them to
visit with kids of the other sex. Teaching them about the city and what to
watch for. Taking the boys to the strip bar when they get old enough to get in,
and teaching them the rules and what to watch for. How to fold the dollar and
do a proper tuck. What they can get and what is just a trick to take advantage
of them. Then I take them to one of the local girls that I know for some "hands
on" experience. I try to bring, both the boys and girls, a bag of
contraceptives from the health department when I visit, and take them down and
introduce them to the health department when I get the chance so they can get
there own. And they are always eager to introduce me to there friends when I
come to visit and it can be managed. Hill girls are sure fun ;-)
It is nice. A nice park, far into the hills of Oklahoma.
The entire park is approximately 10 acres and is the south and east shore of
Spavinaw creek, as it crosses the dam of Spavinaw Lake (one of Tulsa's drinking
water supplies). Spavinaw dam has a pipe that constantly flows and is involved
in the water treatment part of the dam, and water flows over the top of the dam
at times. The dam is shaped like a L on the down hill side, with the lower leg
of the L being a concrete walkway. You can walk along the bottom of the dam
even when the water is overflowing, most of the time. The land is flint. The
water clear and cool. Spavinaw town is next door, all 432 population of them.
Our clan pretty much had the place taken over. I have spent the entire day
taking walks with the kids. Picking them up by the hips (with my thumbs
pointing down and on there bottom side so they do a somersault as the are
lifted to set on one of my shoulders) Then reversing the move to set them back
down on the ground. Swimming with them. I spent a lot of the day setting on
the rock that was close to the jumping rock so they would know just exactly
where it was. Watching them show off swinging on the rope hanging from the
trees or jumping off the boulders into the water. Getting me to play catch with
them (A game where I pick up one kid and throw him at another kid and say
"catch" as he belly splashes the target kid ;-) having splash fights. Doing the
"depth charge" splash and the "reverse cow milking squirt" with my hand. The
kids that knew about my hand was always dragging up the kids that had not seen
it and saying "Show him your finger", at which point I would show them my
"driving signal finger" on my good hand. ;-) Then it was "Not that one" (splash
fight) show him the other ones. Then I would show them my bum hand and tell
them all about how it happened while they checked out my fingers. One skinny
little girl, that was only about 3 foot tall and swam like a fish, liked to
catch me setting on the rock and clime up my back so she could jump off my
shoulders. I have no idea who she was, but I do know that she was there with
some of the boys that was playing with my cousins. Many of the people at the
creek are locals just coming down to cool off for the afternoon. No (assigned)
lifeguard. Everyone watches everyone. There is always someone on shore watching
the kids. Usually more then just one. And the kids watch each other. If the
littler ones happen to be down there and run out of someone old enough to watch
them, then they get out long enough to drag me down there to watch them. They
know I am an easy mark ;-)
Killed a cotton mouth water moccasin. The kids seen me out on one of my walks
and sent a runner for me. I have no idea who they were, but the kids that I was
with may have met them earlier. They showed me where the snake was. It was in a
horizontal crack in the rocks and the kids were all trying to figure out how to
get at him so they could rock him. I got everyone up hill of it, then stood on
top of the rock over the snake. I speared the part that I could see with a
sharp stick (Pinning it to the ground) and when it swung out from under the
rock to get at the spear I whacked it in the head with another stick that was
in my other hand. After he was buggered up pretty well, I used the spear stick
to drag him out where I could really get to him. All the time keeping the spear
threw him and pinning him in place. Then I could get a better shot at his head
and flattened it out real good so that there was not even enough fang for the
kids to get stuck on if they messed with it. All the kids was doing the humm
thing and nodding. Watching as I pointed out the pattern and other points that
showed that it was a poison snake and that it was a moccasin. Next thing I know
every one of them had 2 sticks, one sharp one and one swatter ;-)
On one of our walks I noticed the abundance of squirrel. We was walking along
and I pointed out a nice, fat, gray squirrel that was setting on the ground
about 20 steps from us, eating his nuts (Pecan, to be precise ;-) when the next
thing I know a rock comes flying past me and nails the squirrel about the head
and shoulders. The rock was only about the size of a small peach (big for a
golf ball, small for a baseball), but it rolled the squirrel off his feet. As I
seen the rock hit, I notice that the 10 year old kid is hot on his trail. Not
that it was needed, as the squirrel was hit solid and did not even flop. First
off, I set him down and explained that he was not allowed to hunt here because
it was a park, then I praised him for his enviable ability to rock us a snack.
We took the squirrel down to a cove in the creek, down stream of the park, and
skinned him out, sinking the non eatables under a rock for the craw dads. Then
roasted him on a stick. The boys thought this was pretty cool because there
parents normally took the squirrels from them and made squirrel and dumplings.
They normally did not get to build a fire and roast there own. We did the same
with fish when they caught them. We had a rock throwing contest at a pop can
after that, so they could all show off the fact that he was not the only one
that can rock a squirrel. You do _not_ want to get in a rock fight with these
kids. Even some of the girls can rock you if they want to, though they do the
"pore helpless" thing until you piss them off. Then you remember that they grew
up with brothers, and there brothers are afraid of them. ;-)
As I write this, I have just gotten up from an after feed rest to get my laptop
out of the van so I can record my thoughts while they are fresh. This last part
is Saturday night, but the above was both Saturday and Sunday. The entire clan,
as always, brought the things that they were growing at home. Plenty of home
made food made from fresh grown vegetables. Baked bread. Pies. Cake. I got
assigned cooking the hamburgers on the park BBQ. The hamburger was, at one
time, a young bull that just would not stay in the fence. ;-) Fresh ground beef
that was feed from birth on grass and cow milk. Some untreated grain over the
winter.
I was doing some flint napping (where I smooth out some of the flint stones and
wallow a but hole just above the water table of the creek, in the shade, so the
cool water flows under me but I stay dry, lay on my back and take a nap ;-) I
can hear my people playing a mandolin and a couple of guitars and some kind of
drum (that looks like a tambourine and is played with a stick held in the
center of the stick, using both ends) while singing in the back ground. (May
the circle be unbroken, Blue eyes crying in the rain, Delta dawn, Songs like
that). The dam running into the walls of the cliff on the far side of the creek
makes for great acoustics. The sun is over the horizon due to the valley, but
it is still day light on the hill top. Shadow at the creek. Some of the kids
are back in the creek, hollering and playing. Others are playing horse shoes.
Others are having spear and rock chucking contests. A couple are fishing for
perch just up stream from me.
Watching and listening to the water running over the rocks at the shallows.
Watching fish swimming in the creek. A gray crane chasing the smaller ones. A
black and white beach runner bird (forgot the real name) on the shore in the
plants that grow up while the water is low. A bat doing acrobatics chasing a
bug. Looking at the wildness of the vine covered cliff and woods on the far
side of the creek. Debating on weather I want to go exploring them tomorrow. A
couple of the boys found me. Want me to go fishing for perch with them. When it
gets dark, we will get out the flash lights and go craw dad hunting with a
string and some hot dogs. Maybe get one of the kids fishing poles and show them
how to make a hookless fly and fish for bats. They do not keep the bait long,
and it douse not hurt them, but it is fun to fool them into taking the bait.
Who needs rats, and why would I want to race them? ;-)
Ahhhh.
Thomas
> OT: Ahhhhh
>
> After some debate I decided to go to my family reunion at Spavinaw State Park
> this weekend.
>
Gunner
Well done!
Btw..the drum is called a Boderan (sp?) and comes from Ireland/Wales
<G>
Gunner
"What do you call someone in possesion of all the facts? Paranoid.-William Burroughs
David Warren
years.
When the perch are biting in the lake above it, you can catch hundreds in a
couple hours. There is an excellent place to catch bass downstream, but I
swore to never reveal it. My buddy takes his fishin holes serious.
Last night I downloaded some coordinates from geocache.com. There are
2 caches at Spavinaw park, if you're into geocaching.
Dave
CanopyCo
<gun...@lightspeed.net> writes:
>Btw..the drum is called a Boderan (sp?) and comes from Ireland/Wales
Now I remember where I seen one before.
It was at a renaissance fair, and a guy in a checked shirt was playing it ;-)
CanopyCo
<dwar...@hotmail.com> writes:
>Last night I downloaded some coordinates from geocache.com. There are
>2 caches at Spavinaw park, if you're into geocaching.
Don't know anything about it.
Went to the web sight and it automatically went to http://maps.geoportals.com/
Lots of neat information there, but did not see geocaching.
Jason Sheppard
Thanks for taking time to write your experiences at the reunion down.
I'm heading to Oilton, OK with my uncle Thursday morning. Going out
to get my old truck, horse trailer and a mare before cutting down to
Weatherford, TX to get two more of my mares. All three have been out
west courting and so far so good. One more to check and my fingers
are crossed. I'll be racing rats out and back but did get to spend a
leisurely few days on a 160 acre ranch on the Cimarron River when I
took the horses out. Awesome country. I might find myself out that
way in a few years depending on how the Free State Project vote goes.
Jason (not looking forward to 40+ hours on the road between Thursday
morning and Sunday)
Gunner
http://www.ceolas.org/instruments/bodhran/
Gunner, a Celtic music fan
"Democracy is two wolves and a lamb voting on what to have for lunch. Liberty
is a well-armed lamb contesting the vote!"
-- Ben Franklin
David Warren
"CanopyCo" <cano...@aol.com> wrote in message
news:20030729231445...@mb-m12.aol.com...
Sorry, it's http://www.geocaching.com/
My wife, kids and I like it. The GPS gets us within 10 yards on most of
them.
Then it's a contest between the 4 of us to find it first.
I prefer to go when there aren't any bugs or snakes. But it's more of a
challenge in the summer when all the plants and trees are green and bushy.
Dave