Tomorrow is the day that all good turkeys eat a roast crat!

Dan

Pres., TYHC

http://www.Happy.Thanksgiving!

DD, I've been to a few Uncle Sam-sponsored survival schools and eaten snakes, etc., but I don't think given my current state of well-being I could partake of crat other than in target or bullet-backstop form.

There have been dozens of cat recipes posted here in the past. Most pretty good. Not eating cat is like not eating rat, monkey, snake, squirrel, rabbit, elephant, or giraffe. Its a cultural thing, not a food quality thing. Some even like a little pussy from time to time.

Dustoffer, I was once a skeptic myself... Once you get used to the smell it ain't that bad.

Dan

Pres., TYHC

http://www.GarlicN.GingerHelps

Dan-guess I'll just have to take your word on it, 'cause unless I'm back in a survival situation (or offered substantial quantities of money, land, gold, etc) I'll pass.

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Dan-guess I'll just have to take your word on it, 'cause unless I'm back in a survival situation (or offered substantial quantities of money, land, gold, etc) I'll pass.

I think what DD means is that "once you get past the smell""you got'er licked"!

Dang it fellers! I keep tossin out the huckleberry lines and ....... must be the generational gap? Where is DL when we need her?

This reminds me that every classroom has a slow child.

Believe it or not, I gotta a friend that processes cats for a biological supply company. He picks up euthanized and frozen pussies from shelters and brings them back to his lab for processing.
Just out of curiosity he has on several occaisions bar-b-qued some young and tender kitties and fed them to his unknowing Mexican helpers to get their reaction. They thought it was rabbit, but only sweeter.

Personally speaking, if I am going to partake of kitty, I prefer mine wrapped in something from Victoria's Secret.

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Dustoffer, I was once a skeptic myself... Once you get used to the smell it ain't that bad

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I think what DD means is that "once you get past the smell""you got'er licked"!

Guys, Guys... I can't help it I gotta weigh in on the "smell" issue - If there is an "off" smell you just gotta ..you fix it by....are you serious, there is ...I mean geez...- aw, shit, let me go get Lawndart.

I process cats too, into their next life.

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Guys, Guys... I can't help it I gotta weigh in on the "smell" issue - If there is an "off" smell you just gotta ..you fix it by....are you serious, there is ...I mean geez...- aw, shit, let me go get Lawndart.

HA! POTKB!

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HA! POTKB

Lawndart says he just imagines that he is casting for sea trout. Then he asked me if I want to go fishing...

He also said something about the school for bad girls voting him as Mr. Congeniality.

What can I say........

Lois

Quickfinger, your nom-de-plume reminds me of the flight surgeon at work some years back...the one known to become intimate at least once a year...in a rather startling fashion. We, "we" being the guys, collectively decided that "Doc" was a slight of hand(or is that finger?) artist, deftly shifting from index to ring finger before the exploration of the land that knows no sun. And lemme tell ya, it was a damn big ring too! Taught me how to stand on my tippy-toes like I was part of the Bolshoi...

Anyway, that's just in reference to your N-d-P, your humor is far more sublime. So, ya know Doc Lawndart? And what part of Idaho? Ever been to Lead Ore?

Dan

Pres., TYHC

http://www.YallShouldGet.Together

Lawndart is on the other side of the room, he is working on charts. He has agreed that for every chart he finishes tonight he can go post on AR. He cheats on that tho. Lawndart is my SE (Spousal Equivalent). Interesting story about that ring, Lawndart says oh yah, that is about what it feels like, As a country doc he does it when he has to (watershed age 50 coming of age procedure) but when he did ER he had to probe every orafice, he likes the country doc gig a lot better now that he has done all the hot shot stuff.

I got the N-d-P after I shot Lawndart's truck on our first date. I posted this in the calendar competition last year and got a best shooting story award (note to self: gotta bug Saeed about my calendar again):

My first big date with John Charlie Noak

Charlie invited me to go shoot ground squirrels with him. He hadn't been very sociable for three years after his ex went back to Chicago. This was my big chance to show him that I am pretty handy to have around with a gun. I met him over at his place, and he had the rig already loaded up. As I stepped over to the passenger door, I could see several rifles inside, some of which laid partly on the seat. In order to slide my wrangler sheathed pretty rear end into Charlie's rig, I had to move a few rifles. I reached in, and as I began to hitch my gittalong into the seat, I grabbed two of the guns. BOOM! I froze in shock, hand still on the guns, wrangler sheathed gittalong mid between in and out. An expression of sheer horror and embarassment graced my features. Pie-eyed, I looked over at Charlie, seated in the driver's seat. He hadn't even so much as flinched an eyelash. There was a very nice drain hole in his truck that hadn't been there before. "Well," he said, "would you check if the tire's flat?" Dumfounded, and horribly embarrassed, my hands now covering my mouth, I stepped out and looked. Yepper, the tire was flatter than a kitty frisbee. I looked back over at him, my hands still covering my mouth and mutely nodded. "Okay," he said,"Let's change that tire then and go shooting." "mmmmrph" I said. He fixed me with a raised eyebrow. "First AD, huh?" he said. "mmmrph...what? My what?" I answered. "First accidental discharge. Everybody has one sooner or later" Charlie announced as he unfolded out of the truck. And so we changed the tire. As we were changing the tire, the owner of the horse ranch ambled over. "Who's the quickfinger here?" he asked. Charlie hooked a thumb over at me. "Okay then, Quickfinger!" he chortled. And so, my nickname was born. Later, as we were riding out to the killing fields where the ground squirrels depredate and procreate, Charlie squinted his eyes a bit. "You know, maybe I oughta unload that rifle next time, or put the safeties on". He stroked his imaginary beard a moment. "Nawwww......." "Hmmmm.." I responded "So, why do you have loaded rifles in the truck?" (I didn't want to seem to be too radical and mention things like safeties, etc.) "Cats." was the reply. Okay, crats.
After we shot up the landscape and knocked the ground squirrel population back for a few hours, we drove into town and had BBQ pulled pork and beans, along with peach cobbler. Last year he bought me a beautiful old Sako. That's about as gushy as he gets.

Oh ya, and after he was an asshole one day, he went over and paid off my Sig I had on layaway payments. Waaaaay better than flowers and all that stuff!

I'm a burned out lawyer, and he needs a fulltime lawyer to keep him outa trouble (No, Charlie, you CAN'T shoot the eagles just because they depredate the pheasants!" "No No NO, I know that guy really pissed you off but it just looks bad when you march them out of the clinic at gun point." "Wouldja just wait until it's dark before sicking the dogs on the feral cats the library lady likes to feed?" "Goddam it stop driving stupid, you just about made that RV flip while you were careening over to look at the wild turkeys in that pasture." "HEY! Quit reading Soldier of Fortune while you're driving! Give that to me, you asshole, you've been holding out." (I have kept him from getting any tickets for almost 3 years now - should drop the insurance a tad).

I laughed my ass off when he creased his truck real good while doing some ballistics testing. We are scratching together a few dollars here and there to save up for a HavaBath trap, these old ladies who are patients are going to trap them for us then the dogs can have some fun on the way home, get a good run. Hee Hee.


Lois

Welcome to the forum. Thanks too for that anecdotal evidence. That is needed in case a question of bona fides ever comes up. N.S. Sherlock

Quickfinger eh? My name is Dan. Digital Dan. Did you know that Lawndart is a SPECTRE agent? Did you know I blew a hole in the floor pan of a 1960 Ford Fairlane 500 once? Well, it is nice to hear these things, and please do keep Doc out of trouble. I must see a Base jumping crat before I die.

It begs the question though, is Quickfinger faster than half a Digit? I got me one of those. In fact, it was the ring finger, so proctology is out for a second career...but I can flip somebody off with half the effort of most.

Dan

Pres., TYHC

http://www.QuickDraw.Dan

Quickfinger??
Do you have a sister? You sound just like my late wife who just passed away Oct.First, after four years of fighting Multiple Myeloma.
I sure do miss the banter.
Lyle

DD-your post about the annual intimacy with the flight surgeon brought back memories--I was a company commander of a UH-1 company and for some reason many of my pilots were coming in and asking for a waiver to take their physicals early, but not passing on a real reason. Never one to get upset at getting warrant officers to comply ahead of time, I approved them all. Then, when I took my physical a couple months later I found out why. We had a new FS, a female, and her name was Nguyen at that!! Something happened to me during that physical that never happened in I Corps for sure! But, all was forgiven when she diagnosed a skin cancer that the anglo male FS had blown off the year before as nothing.

Dan- about the digital thing, I think it would take twice the effort to flip somebody off with half the digit. In the alternative, a half effort of a half digit seems like a 1/4 flip off? Holy crap! This is execrable!

It can be confusing Ned, no joke. As to gesticulating at bikers and such, it is the left ring finger, departed above the second knuckle. I only need flex the index finger, and viola'! Ergo, half the effort(I think).

Other tricks I learned along the way:

1. when a snotty bitch gives you change at the cash register, let it all fall thru to the floor. You own them then.
2. M & Ms will do the same thing only quicker.
3. Again at the cash register, or with a bank teller...place palm down, thumb and remaining digits on counter top. Wave stubby at them...matching rythem with the muzak. They will no shit git 'er done then bubba!
4. Learn to count in fractions with your fingers and thumbs. I do it in increments of 1/2 or 1/3 as necessary. Anybody can count in WHOLE numbers.

Dustoffer, lucky you caught that cancer thing, truly. I don't remember being terribly motivated for administrative things when I wore the catipillar bar myself. You were lulled into a false sense of satisfaction weren't you? Did any of them try to take two physicals? Or one for their buddy? We were a devious lot back then.

That is all.

Dan

Pres., TYHC

http://www.MakingTheBestOutOf.It

Well Dan, since its your digit you don't have, I'll defer to your experience and compensating deviousosity. Thanks for the tip about humbling snotty clerks at a register. I guess a fellow with a bad case of pseudopalsy could somewhat duplicate the scene