tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294666.post115523768305555485..comments2023-05-28T09:52:52.479-05:00Comments on It could be Wirsing: Happy huntingKarlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11474532270353483163noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294666.post-1155735316123232732006-08-16T08:35:00.000-05:002006-08-16T08:35:00.000-05:00If by earn you mean make sure my shotgun is fully ...If by earn you mean make sure my shotgun is fully loaded, then yes Tony, I'm ready to step into history's most hallowed pages.Karlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11474532270353483163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294666.post-1155574295750225802006-08-14T11:51:00.000-05:002006-08-14T11:51:00.000-05:00No bear this time, Katie, though I did make seduct...No bear this time, Katie, though I did make seductive grunting noises on a hike to attract a worthy foe. Alas, none came.<BR/><BR/>We shall have to start the legend instead with the (true) story of my tooth-and-nail tussle with a rabid chipmunk, the fearsome likes of which even Conan the Barbarian would never dare oppose. I had been feeding my tiny speckled companion a peanut butter granola bar, but my supply quickly disappeared. Carelessly, I left my hand on the rock as I turned to face a tree-shrouded bluff - just then orange and shimmering in the sunset's glow. "Wow, that's quite lovely," I remember saying to myself. This chimpmunk, however, seeing me vulnerable, stole in for a nasty bite of my ring finger. "You little punk," I shot back as he retreated into the evergreens. No blood, but the two canine indentations sure did sting. I gave chase for three or four minutes until I slipped on a mossy rock and re-injured my ankle. For several more minutes I cussed the little ingrate. Then I returned to the spot the next morning with a loaded mouse trap (granola as bait, poetically) to teach him a lesson. We'll see if he ever bites the hand that feeds him again. <BR/><BR/>Let this tale suffice until I can rent that grizzly costume.Karlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11474532270353483163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294666.post-1155501534389029732006-08-13T15:38:00.000-05:002006-08-13T15:38:00.000-05:00As long as we have Aslan on our side, then we'll d...As long as we have Aslan on our side, then we'll do just fine.Karlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11474532270353483163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294666.post-1155430338097565092006-08-12T19:52:00.000-05:002006-08-12T19:52:00.000-05:002032 is going to look like the final battle in The...2032 is going to look like the final battle in <I>The Chronicles of Narnia</I>Mikehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09505338819151568281noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294666.post-1155339708159150532006-08-11T18:41:00.000-05:002006-08-11T18:41:00.000-05:00Why do I have a feeling that if Karl owned a ranch...Why do I have a feeling that if Karl owned a ranch, he would end up in a terrible feud with the George W. Bush ranch, and the two camps would obscure the western sun with their gunsmoke?Brian Hurleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10735300510989908204noreply@blogger.com