He lived a life that many only dreamed.
A real true Jimmy "the Jimmer" Negamanee from Menominee.
A few years back da Sherpa decided to head over tah Alida, he has some kin 'round dose parts der.
vell he decided dat he was needin' a new rifle, cause dat Egyptian 8mm Mouser and da SKS with da bayonet were no longer velcome to da deer camp yah shur.
So one fine day he decides that he is go'in to da gun show der over ta da armery in Bermidj. He finds hisself his brand new hoop de doo fancy car long gun yew betcha.
Picks up a bootiful new Browning BAR in dat ol' turdy ought six.
Now anyone who knows dat ol' sherpa kinda cringed tinking of him out in dose voods wit' an auto feeder.
Shur nuff ol' sherpa gets right ta work (him not be a shirker a'tall) he starts ta call roun' to some ol' friends looking for dem der AP rounds dat dose greeks sent back to be resold.
Then he starts askin' bout findin' a custom smith or someone who knows sheet metal.
knowing this could end badly I headed on out havin' bin tew a coupla of dese rodeos wit' him before.
Of course der's always someone who just has tah ask what he is planning...."well I got dis' new BAR donchaknow, and I was tink'en, dat dose ol' soldier films from back in da day der, showed it could really put dem rounds down range ya know."
"So i got myself some special boolits, and think some of those 20 round magazines would work but good yewbetcha."
Well it didn't take long fer dat story ta reach Gav-Esq and myself and off we went to reign in da ragin' german boy of Bena. Cause we just knew it twern't gonna end well.
I will swing back in a while or so tah finish dis tale cause it's gettin on tah dinner and dose' ladies over tah da deli der dey be havin' some stew that I been ach'in over.
