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Drill Here, Drill Now |
Where is the bacon? This man needs an intervention.  Ego is the anesthesia that deadens the pain of stupidity DISCLAIMER: These are the author's own personal views and do not represent the views of the author's employer. | |||
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Telecom Ronin |
there is always bacon.....and brats, I hunt with 2 fellows from Birmingham...not AL, so we have to do a proper English breakfast.....darn Cheetos are fine....but do not lick the yummy orange cheese like substance off your fingers after gutting 3 hogs.....just trust me on this one | |||
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Bacon is implied in the word “camping.” Heck, without bacon we’d all starve, because of course we forgot the Crisco, oil, butter, or even Pam, so must cook bacon before every meal as a non-stick treatment, just to fry an egg or make a pancake. Demand not that events should happen as you wish; but wish them to happen as they do happen, and you will go on well. -Epictetus | |||
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I once went on a day hike with a chick who told me she loved to hike. She then refused to tinkle in an outdoorsy manner, claiming that insects were just waiting to molest her. Made for a short hike. End of Earth: 2 Miles Upper Peninsula: 4 Miles | |||
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Yeah, try hiking in Da U.P. Later May into early June. It takes a special someone to handle the mosquitoes. Most ladies fall well short in that department. They have about driven me off the trout stream a time or 3 years back. | |||
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Right after we got married I took my wife camping . She had never been . Somehow we neglected to check the weather forecast because a cold front came through in the middle of the first night . Rain followed by a severe drop in temps . Woke up to ice on the tent . We slept fully clothed and wearing jackets . She never complained and we continued to camp for years after that though we upgraded to a Pop Up . | |||
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Florida Everglades. Taking whizz along the side of the road at night. Skeeters left us enough blood so we could make it back to Miami. ********* "Some people are alive today because it's against the law to kill them". | |||
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| No place to go and all day to get there  |
Hope you didn’t have a hot date that night. Just another day in paradise. NRA Georgia Carry | |||
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I've been sleeping in tents for the past 60 years. The Mrs. thinks roughing it was sleeping in the 5th wheel while the house was being rebuilt. | |||
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Frangas non Flectes |
She must’ve had some experience with that sort of thing. I had a girlfriend in high school that loved to fool around with me in the woods behind my house until she didn’t. It was sometime during black fly season. I didn’t much care for that sort of woodsy fun afterwards, either. You’ve got your brand of local peculiarities in there the Yoop. We have our own in the Adirondacks. Get a black fly or deerfly bite on your nuts just once and you’ll never forget it. ______________________________________________ Carthago delenda est | |||
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| Staring back from the abyss  |
I got hit by black flies one day while out fishing on W. Canada creek. Them damn bites itched for two solid weeks and didn't let up until I threw some prednisone at them. Miserable. And skeeters? Don't get me started on them little bastards! I once made the mistake of pulling off to the side of the road in northern WI one June evening to take a leak.  I'd never had mosquito bites on my johnson before. It ain't fun.________________________________________________________ "Great danger lies in the notion that we can reason with evil." Doug Patton. | |||
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Delusions of Adequacy |
I guess it's just as well that the Boy Scouts likely won't be doing camping trips anymore. I have my own style of humor. I call it Snarkasm. | |||
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I hope all Scout Master and Boy Scouts bail. Let the girls have what ever is left. They can then all complain to each other. Or, maybe enjoy being Girl Scouts, but call themselves Boy Scouts. | |||
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Nekkid Skeeter War Story: In keeping with my Hillbilly Heritage, I once dated a young lady who hailed from W. Liberty KY. We were visiting the family homestead when she suggested a stroll in the woods. This was a pretext to take advantage of me sexually. Later in the evening I began to itch. A lot. The young lady examined my back. Above my knees to the back of my neck were many, many, Skeeter bites. She stopped counting at 50. She thought this was hilarious. I invested in large amounts of Calamine Lotion. And yes, gentlemen, the itch was worth the experience! End of Earth: 2 Miles Upper Peninsula: 4 Miles | |||
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Sounds like you got an itch scratched! Place your clothes and weapons where you can find them in the dark. “If in winning a race, you lose the respect of your fellow competitors, then you have won nothing” - Paul Elvstrom "The Great Dane" 1928 - 2016 | |||
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| His diet consists of black coffee, and sarcasm.  |
This reminds me of the best ever letter written to Dear Abby or Ann Landers. As best as I can remember it, the guy took his new bride along on a turkey hunt. Very much a city girl, she put on her usual makeup, perfume and hair spray, the scent of which sent every animal for miles around scattering. Then he finally got a shot lined up on a turkey and she ran out into the clearing to warn it off. Abby/Ann suggested that some things might not be meant to do together. | |||
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