Whatever

The local popo just posted an image of the perpetrator on the news. Seems our thief had a very distinctive marking

 

Should be easy to narrow down, no one else would get that tattoo

 

Da udder young un!!

Eye'll keep an eye out fer the perp in question.

I know!! Looks like a joke gone bad in the kindergarten art class!!

 

Nah….kindergartners color much better than that.

 

I went to my soda store yesterday and saw a rather large lady dressed as a purple M&M.

 

Rando foggo

 

Nice thread name change….

 

nomnomnomnom

 

I’m waiting for the John Deere ‘a long day of making crop circles’ commercial…

 

We got a new thread title


@StayinStock

 

Need new poll...just saying @StayinStock

 

@StayinStock

Dramatic rescue of deer hunter stuck upside down in tree 18 feet up: "They saved my life"
https://kfdm.com/news/the-morning-s...tuck-upside-down-18-up-in-climbing-tree-stand

 

It’s that one time you don’t use a harness.
When I was using my buddies ladder stand I had a harness and I had a rescue rope down the side of the tree to pull on..

one thing to be Macho, another to be stupid.

 

Thank ya!! I'm here to serve!!

Took me a month to come up with that title!!

On it!!!

Good thing I only hunt 4ft off the ground!! My head would stop any potential impact!!

 

Mmmmmm
I don’t have any tattoos. Good or Bad.

Do I need to see myself out?

On edit:
I have lots of scars.
Does that count?

 

2nd vote!

 

Not to worry, the great deer slayer @StayinStock would just be laying on the ground no further than he is up in a tree.

 

The story goes:

Rock climber falls, high up El Cap, in the middle of a dark and stormy night. The County Sheriff arrives to ‘assist’ with the rescue. For many hours the grizzled and seasoned, volunteer, mountain rescue climbers ascend through the darkness to aid the troubled party. Now, at the time, these guys are basically just dirtbag climbers who the Park Service let’s camp for free, but are expected to be available for search and rescue. They are a feral bunch, but also some of the best climbers in the world, with years of experience on big walls.

As the ascent to the stranded climbers continues, the County Sheriff makes his way to the base of the cliff, with his bullhorn, and proceeds to bark commands up the wall to the rescuers… cowboy boots, ten gallon hat and all, for hours on end.

When the rescue climbers reach the stricken party they observe that a large rock flake has broken leaving one climber badly injured and stranded on a ledge, while his partner has been severed - in half, by the guillotine rock, and only his torso remains, tangled and dangling in the rainy darkness at the end of a hundred feet of rope, some distance away from the overhanging rock face and over a thousand feet from the ground.

More climbing by the rescuers is required to reach a point above the victims, so that one of the rescuers can rappel down, into free space, and reach the hanging torso…. all the while the rain is coming down, the wind is howling, it’s cold and the Sheriff is squawking into the bullhorn.

After some time, and at real risk to themselves, the senior rescuer rappels into the airy darkness and arrives to dangle next to the partial corpse.

The victim’s remains are bound in a rats nest of rope, the wind is further complicating the situation and there is no purchase to be had to sort out the tangled mess.

The hard boiled big wall climber and his rescue partner, positioned on the wall, talk it over and make several failed attempts to free the remains of the fallen climber and hoist them in to the cliff face, so they can be lowered to the ground. The whole time, the Sheriff is blaring away on his bullhorn.

After awhile, the rescuers are thoroughly exhausted, cold, wet and genuinely at risk of becoming casualties themselves while still unable to recover the body.

The Sheriff has not tired.

Through the gale, a slight grin draws on the old wall rat’s weathered face and then the instantaneous glint of the blade of his, razor sharp, Swiss Army knife, followed by the ‘TWANG’ of the victim’s rope recoiling up into the inky void. The body plummeting a thousand feet and exploding on the talus and all over the Sheriff.


On the telling of the story, the old wall climber was said to have taken a long drag on his hand rolled Drum and concluded:


“Yeah, ya can’t do that kinda shit anymore.’