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[RustyRelics]

Good morning.

 

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[GB1]

definitely restrain yourself RR if that little **** gets the crap beat out of him its gonna cause a whole more problems

 

[RustyRelics]

I deleted the original post. Long story, but GB is right.

To those who didn't read it, just had a bad day, watching bad people get rewarded.

This doesn't belong on the RCT. The RCT is where we come to get away from stories like that.

 

[bill from lachine]

RR,

Yep this is a safe space and no I'm not a snowflake....lol.

 

[releventchair]

I deleted the original post. Long story, but GB is right.

To those who didn't read it, just had a bad day, watching bad people get rewarded.

This doesn't belong on the RCT. The RCT is where we come to get away from stories like that.

Perspective. And how to deal with what annoys you.
Keep the peace? Wage war?
Give it time and see if karma jumps in?
Not getting arrested over trivial matters factors. And what is trivial changes with....perspective.

Speaking of trivial...
If you need to burn off energy , c'mon over tomorrow for the regular firearm opener.
Meat will keep in this weather.
Gonna be a lot of work if I quit passing legal deer....
You could make the recovery ,load it in the truck ,and after the check station ,hang it/ them in the tree for me.
Then the work starts.

Bring your Dad and he could hunt by the edge of the swamp.
If ravines are not fun enough to make recoveries from (l.o.l.) You'd love the swamp. I can almost hear your shouts of joy....
Muck is interesting in how it is not frozen , but freezes on your feet and legs when you slog through it in certain temps. Concrete like weights to make recoveries more fun!

 

[Rookster]

I guess I should get out more. I missed the spat.

 

[RTR]

Man.... this thread is deader than Dead

 

[RustyRelics]

Man.... this thread is deader than Dead

I'd be around much, but this is my busy time. I'd love to know where Simon and WD are at... Tom too. I miss that sauerkraut.

 

[GB1]

i do miss Tom too. and do wonder where Simon and WD are

 

[Rookster]

i do miss Tom too. and do wonder where Simon and WD are

Ill call um on my Batman phone. Don't tell anybody.

 

[Rookster]

Ill call um on my Batman phone. Don't tell anybody.

For sure I miss um too.

 

[RustyRelics]

My 11th Grade grammar curriculum requires me to write a composition describing a person. So, I looked through my files, and found my gggreat uncle Elias Trautman.



"Elias, on picket duty, looked as though he had been run over by the wagons pulled by those stubborn mules, on the various roads in the surrounding area. He leaned against a large Black Walnut tree, taking some of his weight off of his left foot. It had been a week now since his foot had been stepped on by one of those mules. If he had half the chance, he might have killed the animal, and had it for dinner. But Elias was forgiving with these beasts, for after all, his civilian job as Blacksmith in the small Pennsylvania town of Pottsville called for such patience with these unruly, large animals.

Before the war, Elias toiled at the anvil, shaping horseshoes, and sweating profusely because of the heat of the furnace beside him. His dark brown hair would be black, by the end of the days work because of the soot, as would be the rest of him. He was young, 22 years of age, and a hard worker. He was about the average height, over five and a half feet tall, and had a build, common among blacksmiths. At the end of the day, he would walk home, and wrap his arms around his wife as she came to greet him at the door, mostly to her exasperation. After all, it is very hard to get soot out of a dress…

Now, 26 year old Elias stared out across the blue Rappahannock, with his equally as blue eyes, now bloodshot because of the lack of sleep. He was not covered with black soot, but instead covered in the dust and grime of marching across Virginia. His once blue uniform, now covered in the filth of traveling on dirt roads, seemed hot and uncomfortable in the sun. It was only the beginning of May, and the sun seemed to enjoy the sight of Elias simmering in the heat.

He stood on the bank, watching, gripping his musket, and staring to the other side, waiting for what seemed to be nothing. Utterly bored, Elias started examining a cartridge from his cartridge box, that hung over his shoulder. Being a blacksmith, he was interested in metals, lead being no different to the bored Elias, who then began to whittle at the bullet with a penknife. Elias was not used to standing around, doing nothing. He wanted to work, move, something! Standing on a bank, looking for an enemy that wasn’t there, seemed pointless to him.

He looked up from his task of whittling, and was shocked to see a rebel on the opposite bank, watching him. Elias dropped the bullet, and his beloved penknife, and raised his musket off of the ground…."


Think it's good enough to submit?

 

[Rookster]

My 11th Grade grammar curriculum requires me to write a composition describing a person. So, I looked through my files, and found my gggreat uncle Elias Trautman.



"Elias, on picket duty, looked as though he had been run over by the wagons pulled by those stubborn mules, on the various roads in the surrounding area. He leaned against a large Black Walnut tree, taking some of his weight off of his left foot. It had been a week now since his foot had been stepped on by one of those mules. If he had half the chance, he might have killed the animal, and had it for dinner. But Elias was forgiving with these beasts, for after all, his civilian job as Blacksmith in the small Pennsylvania town of Pottsville called for such patience with these unruly, large animals.

Before the war, Elias toiled at the anvil, shaping horseshoes, and sweating profusely because of the heat of the furnace beside him. His dark brown hair would be black, by the end of the days work because of the soot, as would be the rest of him. He was young, 22 years of age, and a hard worker. He was about the average height, over five and a half feet tall, and had a build, common among blacksmiths. At the end of the day, he would walk home, and wrap his arms around his wife as she came to greet him at the door, mostly to her exasperation. After all, it is very hard to get soot out of a dress…

Now, 26 year old Elias stared out across the blue Rappahannock, with his equally as blue eyes, now bloodshot because of the lack of sleep. He was not covered with black soot, but instead covered in the dust and grime of marching across Virginia. His once blue uniform, now covered in the filth of traveling on dirt roads, seemed hot and uncomfortable in the sun. It was only the beginning of May, and the sun seemed to enjoy the sight of Elias simmering in the heat.

He stood on the bank, watching, gripping his musket, and staring to the other side, waiting for what seemed to be nothing. Utterly bored, Elias started examining a cartridge from his cartridge box, that hung over his shoulder. Being a blacksmith, he was interested in metals, lead being no different to the bored Elias, who then began to whittle at the bullet with a penknife. Elias was not used to standing around, doing nothing. He wanted to work, move, something! Standing on a bank, looking for an enemy that wasn’t there, seemed pointless to him.

He looked up from his task of whittling, and was shocked to see a rebel on the opposite bank, watching him. Elias dropped the bullet, and his beloved penknife, and raised his musket off of the ground…."


Think it's good enough to submit?

Sounds good to me.

 

[releventchair]

"Think it's good enough to submit?"

Of course it is. You wrote it..

If you want me to edit (I wouldn't dare criticize; that's a two way street) , we're gonna go round over one word you didn't add ,which you didn't for your own good reason I'm sure.. And I'm pretty much retired from violence anyways.

Reads like you're about as antsy about twiddlin yer thumbs as your Uncle... Which is alright.

 

[bill from lachine]

RR,

Good job but I had to find at least one correction being an old fart and all....

Where you mentioned days it should have been day's as in possessive.

You better watch us old folks we are over the hill but still somewhat on the ball.....

 

[bill from lachine]

Roger,

Since you mentione dead....

Man.... this thread is deader than Dead

 

[bill from lachine]

I've been remiss in my dj duties.

 

[bill from lachine]

Taking care of business.

 

[RustyRelics]

RR,

Good job but I had to find at least one correction being an old fart and all....

Where you mentioned days it should have been day's as in possessive.

You better watch us old folks we are over the hill but still somewhat on the ball.....

Oh, I've never been too keen on them apostrophes and such. N'er quite found a use for em'.

 

[RustyRelics]

we're gonna go round over one word you didn't add ,which you didn't for your own good reason I'm sure.. And I'm pretty much retired from violence anyways.

Well now, how long am I gonna have to wait to hear it? You can't keep me in suspense long!