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."
At the NavCommSta in San Miguel (P.I.), the wife of a guy I played golf with regularly went out to start her car one mornin, Heard this "WHAP! THUMP! CLANG! Whap. Whap. Whap."
So she turned off her engine and went in to tell Hubby. He came out to check and found a badly beaten and bloody cobra all over his engine compartment, and some bent-up radiator fan blades.
Also, one day I was in a group behind some other guys on the golf course. One CPO (name was Bob Weir) came up outta a trap under an overhanging tree by the green, reached in his bag for a club, went back down into the bunker, and began flailing around hitting DOWN on the sand.
Then he left his bag by the green and went to the main COMM building, a few hundred yards away. About 10 minutes later he came back out carrying a piece of plywood which he nailed to the tree over the battered remains of two small snakes. Sign read:
Ever since I read Pappy Boyington's advice (in "Baa Baa Black Sheep") about shaking your shoes/boots out in the morning, I've made it part of my routine to turn 'em upside down, rap on the instep and then on the heel.
In Texas it's probably more likely a scorpion that has taken up residence there; a snake is more likely to slither into your bedroll with you.
Growing up in Oklahoma, it was made crystal clear twice that you turn your shoes over and knock em together. Them scorpios will make it a long bus ride to school. For years I hit my shoes together after I left Injun Territory. -Anymouse
This is why I shake my shoes out. Everywhere.
ReplyDeleteThat's the sort of thing that will wake you up quicker than a cup of hot campfire coffee dumped in tour lap on a frosty morning!
ReplyDeleteAt the NavCommSta in San Miguel (P.I.), the wife of a guy I played golf with regularly went out to start her car one mornin, Heard this "WHAP! THUMP! CLANG! Whap. Whap. Whap."
ReplyDeleteSo she turned off her engine and went in to tell Hubby. He came out to check and found a badly beaten and bloody cobra all over his engine compartment, and some bent-up radiator fan blades.
Also, one day I was in a group behind some other guys on the golf course. One CPO (name was Bob Weir) came up outta a trap under an overhanging tree by the green, reached in his bag for a club, went back down into the bunker, and began flailing around hitting DOWN on the sand.
Then he left his bag by the green and went to the main COMM building, a few hundred yards away. About 10 minutes later he came back out carrying a piece of plywood which he nailed to the tree over the battered remains of two small snakes. Sign read:
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Ever since I read Pappy Boyington's advice (in "Baa Baa Black Sheep") about shaking your shoes/boots out in the morning, I've made it part of my routine to turn 'em upside down, rap on the instep and then on the heel.
ReplyDeleteIn Texas it's probably more likely a scorpion that has taken up residence there; a snake is more likely to slither into your bedroll with you.
Poor snake.
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Stu, that same advice was offered by Roy Rogers in the mid-1950s. My only problem with it is that I don't wear boots like that, and don't camp out.
ReplyDeletePappy Boyington didn't wear cowboy boots either. It's good advice with just about any kind of closed footwear.
ReplyDeleteGrowing up in Oklahoma, it was made crystal clear twice that you turn your shoes over and knock em together. Them scorpios will make it a long bus ride to school. For years I hit my shoes together after I left Injun Territory. -Anymouse
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