scream-of-consciousness;
"If you're trying to change minds and influence people it's probably not a good idea to say that virtually all elected Democrats are liars, but what the hell."
This was in Fort Chimo,(now called Kuudjuak) way up there, in the good old days...
The pilot(nick "Gunga Din") was making out, in the wee hours, on the bench seat of the company truck, with the daughter of the local Texan hunting and fishing outfitter.
Suddenly, a violent shock made them two fall on the floor...Daddy-o had rammed the back of the truck with his Jeep.
The right door opened up and Gunga Din got the three and a half feet barrel of a 45 stuck under his jaw....
The old man said: "I dont think you want to still be in Fort Chimo come daylight, BOY!!!"
And the outfitter went back home dragging his daughter after him.
Sooo, Gunga Din scooted back to the airport, threw all his gear in the Beaver and left just before dailight never to return in the Ungava Bay...
Heh. I wonder if anyone thought, back in the day, that Buntline was compensating for something, or if that sort of nonsensical "thinking" only popped up with Freud?
Damnit, Rodge, will you STOP sneaking into my house and taking pics of my stuff?
ReplyDeleteYou mean sneaking into your dreams, right? Wait, I'm in your dreams? Hey, I don't go there.
ReplyDeleteIs that a revolver in your holster,
ReplyDeleteor are you just glad to see me?
Thanks for the pic of the beautiful Colt Buntline.
ReplyDeleteIt gave me a woody.
Hey, isnt that the pistol from "Johnny Dangerously?"
ReplyDeleteTim
This was in Fort Chimo,(now called Kuudjuak) way up there,
ReplyDeletein the good old days...
The pilot(nick "Gunga Din") was making out, in the wee hours, on the bench seat of the company truck, with the daughter of the local Texan hunting and fishing outfitter.
Suddenly, a violent shock made them two fall on the floor...Daddy-o had rammed the back of the truck with his Jeep.
The right door opened up and Gunga Din
got the three and a half feet barrel of a 45 stuck under his jaw....
The old man said: "I dont think you want to still be in Fort Chimo
come daylight, BOY!!!"
And the outfitter went back home
dragging his daughter after him.
Sooo, Gunga Din scooted back to the airport, threw all his gear in the Beaver and left just before dailight
never to return in the Ungava Bay...
Actually, you may be right. I don't own a Buntline, only a couple of Ruger Blachawks with 7" barrels...
ReplyDeleteI often dream about owning a Buntline, but for some strange reason, you're not in them.
Heh. I wonder if anyone thought, back in the day, that Buntline was compensating for something, or if that sort of nonsensical "thinking" only popped up with Freud?
ReplyDeleteEr, so to speak.