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We never did find a clue as to their identity or reason for being there.
But I am quite convinced, had they got their hands upon me, I would be listed to this day as a mysterious disappearance.
Damn. I’m recalling two paperboy abductions back them, the belief was they were taken to be trafficked to homosexuals. Pure evil. Makes you wonder why that guy and those boys had driven back into BLM land. Dumping a body? Were they delivering on bikes? Yes, that was common back then, I had a paper route too, used my 10 speed Schwinn Varsity for the purpose.
"...if the gentlemen of Virginia shall send us a dozen of their sons, we would take great care in their education, instruct them in all we know, and make men of them." Canasatego 1744
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JFC... can you imagine living with the OP? It has to be exhausting. A product of living on the same farm in Cow Town, ID his entire life with no real appreciable life experience.
Convinced covid death lays in wait around every corner and the klan is actively patrolling Georgia suburbs. Yep, OP is FOS as usual.
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What would Hampy Crapper do? Or Kellory? Happy Copeland??? God would do some divine intervention of some sort and a M249 SAW with a 200 rd drum of 4 to 1 would appear in his hands. Kellory ???? Bend over a sapling and rig up a jackknife trap. Semi automatic stab em all in the neck reset mode all ninja like from his hidey hole with shoe lace control string... I miss Kellory.
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Yeah he lost me there too. That and the story doesn't match the title of the thread. Maybe some kids got hold of his computer…Big squeeze comes to mind…
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Well, for one I appreciate the OP's story.
When I was 11 (1972), I broke my leg riding a dirt-bike. This was in the East Texas woods near Broaddus. I'm talking remote.
My 8-year old sister and 9-year old female cousin went back to the house (Honda 50's), several miles away down country dirt roads to get my mom. My 10-year-old male cousin and
an 11 year-old friend stayed with me on their dirt bikes (Honda SL70).
On the way back to the house, my sister and cousin were confronted by a man blocking the road with a vehicle. My sister and cousin said that he had a small boy with him, crying, and the man was holding a pistol. He ordered them to stop.
The girls turned around and fled to where I was laying with a broken leg and told us what happened. My 10-year-old cousin went with them and headed back toward the house. The vehicle, man, and boy were gone.
A while later, my mom and uncle arrived with the '72 Buick station wagon. At about that same time, a couple of early 20ish young men rode up on horses. They were amiable and helpful in getting me loaded into the station wagon for the 40 or so mile trip to Lufkin & a hospital. For some reason my uncle was spooked. He sent my mom in his station wagon to take me to the hospital, and said he was going to accompany the other kids home on my Honda.
Within months, the story of The CandyMan and the Houston Mass Murders broke. When Dean Corll's picture was shown on tv, my sister screamed. (She is still traumatized by thoughts of what happened to that young boy all these decades later). When we saw Elmer Wayne Henley's photo, we all recognized him as one of the young men on horse back.
They recovered over a dozen mutilated bodies of young boys within a half of mile of where we were.
God was definitely with us that day or we would have been victims - like so many others.
I didn't have a gun, but I probably had a knife. I don't think it would have done much good.
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Been treed by a bull once. Is that what you call it? LOL Oh My. That's a big un. Lol! Waste of a joke because Fireballz won’t even get it. LOL
Trump being classless,tasteless and clueless as usual. Sorry, trump is a no tax payin pile of shiit. My young wife decided to play the field and had moved several dudes into my house
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Well, for one I appreciate the OP's story.
When I was 11 (1972), I broke my leg riding a dirt-bike. This was in the East Texas woods near Broaddus. I'm talking remote.
My 8-year old sister and 9-year old female cousin went back to the house (Honda 50's), several miles away down country dirt roads to get my mom. My 10-year-old male cousin and
an 11 year-old friend stayed with me on their dirt bikes (Honda SL70).
On the way back to the house, my sister and cousin were confronted by a man blocking the road with a vehicle. My sister and cousin said that he had a small boy with him, crying, and the man was holding a pistol. He ordered them to stop.
The girls turned around and fled to where I was laying with a broken leg and told us what happened. My 10-year-old cousin went with them and headed back toward the house. The vehicle, man, and boy were gone.
A while later, my mom and uncle arrived with the '72 Buick station wagon. At about that same time, a couple of early 20ish young men rode up on horses. They were amiable and helpful in getting me loaded into the station wagon for the 40 or so mile trip to Lufkin & a hospital. For some reason my uncle was spooked. He sent my mom in his station wagon to take me to the hospital, and said he was going to accompany the other kids home on my Honda.
Within months, the story of The CandyMan and the Houston Mass Murders broke. When Dean Corll's picture was shown on tv, my sister screamed. (She is still traumatized by thoughts of what happened to that young boy all these decades later). When we saw Elmer Wayne Henley's photo, we all recognized him as one of the young men on horse back.
They recovered over a dozen mutilated bodies of young boys within a half of mile of where we were.
God was definitely with us that day or we would have been victims - like so many others.
I didn't have a gun, but I probably had a knife. I don't think it would have done much good. Wow, that's one hell of a story.
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How does that story (or the OP's story) relate to the OP's question in today's world for full grown men who can go heeled?
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I've never shared that story before. It was traumatic for my sister an all involved. Less for me. I was in pain and just wanting to get out of there.
The OP's story, and mine, both illustrate the importance of being aware of your surroundings. I sometimes question my parents letting us head off down the dirt roads on dirt bikes when we were 7 or 8 years old.
But it was a different time. Still, some young boys paid with their life for their innocence and willingness to trust the Candyman.
At this point in my life, I am never unarmed. I sometimes think my reflections on that day are one of the reasons.
I don't take a poop that I don't have a firearm within reach. Some might call me paranoid. I just refer to myself as prepared.
I don't know why the op titled his thread the way he did, or his reason for posting. But, I'm glad he did.
Perhaps his story has some lessons for the way we raise children - unable to carry a weapon. The fight-or-flight instinct should be encouraged in all children. They should be taught a healthy suspicion of strangers - well-known adults. My sister and cousin exercised good sense and fled the way they should have. They did not surrender to a person who was superiorly armed.
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At this point in my life, I am never unarmed. I sometimes think my reflections on that day are one of the reasons.
I don't take a poop that I don't have a firearm within reach. Some might call me paranoid. I just refer to myself as prepared.
That's understandable & no, you're not paranoid, given the world today, but depending on where you are or where you live there are certainly a wide range of threat or alert levels. There are just a schitt load of crazies of all types, for lots of reasons, in the world today....................overall much higher level that in the days of your story. MM
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Well, for one I appreciate the OP's story.
When I was 11 (1972), I broke my leg riding a dirt-bike. This was in the East Texas woods near Broaddus. I'm talking remote.
My 8-year old sister and 9-year old female cousin went back to the house (Honda 50's), several miles away down country dirt roads to get my mom. My 10-year-old male cousin and
an 11 year-old friend stayed with me on their dirt bikes (Honda SL70).
On the way back to the house, my sister and cousin were confronted by a man blocking the road with a vehicle. My sister and cousin said that he had a small boy with him, crying, and the man was holding a pistol. He ordered them to stop.
The girls turned around and fled to where I was laying with a broken leg and told us what happened. My 10-year-old cousin went with them and headed back toward the house. The vehicle, man, and boy were gone.
A while later, my mom and uncle arrived with the '72 Buick station wagon. At about that same time, a couple of early 20ish young men rode up on horses. They were amiable and helpful in getting me loaded into the station wagon for the 40 or so mile trip to Lufkin & a hospital. For some reason my uncle was spooked. He sent my mom in his station wagon to take me to the hospital, and said he was going to accompany the other kids home on my Honda.
Within months, the story of The CandyMan and the Houston Mass Murders broke. When Dean Corll's picture was shown on tv, my sister screamed. (She is still traumatized by thoughts of what happened to that young boy all these decades later). When we saw Elmer Wayne Henley's photo, we all recognized him as one of the young men on horse back.
They recovered over a dozen mutilated bodies of young boys within a half of mile of where we were.
God was definitely with us that day or we would have been victims - like so many others.
I didn't have a gun, but I probably had a knife. I don't think it would have done much good. Holy shiet!!
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Edit in his favor ... may have meant as is now but not what original put
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Yeah he lost me there too. That and the story doesn't match the title of the thread. In 73 dollars, reading cooperation. Like I said just above that was not what was originally but edit is his friend
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You Bastages would argue anything. Glad y'all are perfect...
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Well, for one I appreciate the OP's story.
When I was 11 (1972), I broke my leg riding a dirt-bike. This was in the East Texas woods near Broaddus. I'm talking remote.
My 8-year old sister and 9-year old female cousin went back to the house (Honda 50's), several miles away down country dirt roads to get my mom. My 10-year-old male cousin and
an 11 year-old friend stayed with me on their dirt bikes (Honda SL70).
On the way back to the house, my sister and cousin were confronted by a man blocking the road with a vehicle. My sister and cousin said that he had a small boy with him, crying, and the man was holding a pistol. He ordered them to stop.
The girls turned around and fled to where I was laying with a broken leg and told us what happened. My 10-year-old cousin went with them and headed back toward the house. The vehicle, man, and boy were gone.
A while later, my mom and uncle arrived with the '72 Buick station wagon. At about that same time, a couple of early 20ish young men rode up on horses. They were amiable and helpful in getting me loaded into the station wagon for the 40 or so mile trip to Lufkin & a hospital. For some reason my uncle was spooked. He sent my mom in his station wagon to take me to the hospital, and said he was going to accompany the other kids home on my Honda.
Within months, the story of The CandyMan and the Houston Mass Murders broke. When Dean Corll's picture was shown on tv, my sister screamed. (She is still traumatized by thoughts of what happened to that young boy all these decades later). When we saw Elmer Wayne Henley's photo, we all recognized him as one of the young men on horse back.
They recovered over a dozen mutilated bodies of young boys within a half of mile of where we were.
God was definitely with us that day or we would have been victims - like so many others.
I didn't have a gun, but I probably had a knife. I don't think it would have done much good. Holy shiet!! You grow to appreciate growing up in that Ayish Bayou bottom.
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A dude shares a compelling, heartfelt, obviously traumatic story from his history. Y'all act like Rachel Maddow and concentrate on grammar and placement of commas just to distract from the story.
Bunch of damn ass-hats...
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Well, for one I appreciate the OP's story.
When I was 11 (1972), I broke my leg riding a dirt-bike. This was in the East Texas woods near Broaddus. I'm talking remote.
My 8-year old sister and 9-year old female cousin went back to the house (Honda 50's), several miles away down country dirt roads to get my mom. My 10-year-old male cousin and
an 11 year-old friend stayed with me on their dirt bikes (Honda SL70).
On the way back to the house, my sister and cousin were confronted by a man blocking the road with a vehicle. My sister and cousin said that he had a small boy with him, crying, and the man was holding a pistol. He ordered them to stop.
The girls turned around and fled to where I was laying with a broken leg and told us what happened. My 10-year-old cousin went with them and headed back toward the house. The vehicle, man, and boy were gone.
A while later, my mom and uncle arrived with the '72 Buick station wagon. At about that same time, a couple of early 20ish young men rode up on horses. They were amiable and helpful in getting me loaded into the station wagon for the 40 or so mile trip to Lufkin & a hospital. For some reason my uncle was spooked. He sent my mom in his station wagon to take me to the hospital, and said he was going to accompany the other kids home on my Honda.
Within months, the story of The CandyMan and the Houston Mass Murders broke. When Dean Corll's picture was shown on tv, my sister screamed. (She is still traumatized by thoughts of what happened to that young boy all these decades later). When we saw Elmer Wayne Henley's photo, we all recognized him as one of the young men on horse back.
They recovered over a dozen mutilated bodies of young boys within a half of mile of where we were.
God was definitely with us that day or we would have been victims - like so many others.
I didn't have a gun, but I probably had a knife. I don't think it would have done much good. Holy shiet!! You grow to appreciate growing up in that Ayish Bayou bottom. Speak English, please. I know not of what you speak.
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Sorry...I assumed you were actually from that area.
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Not a Cajun or CoonAss, but I have many friends who are! They do speak English or at least attempt to, and I don't always understand what the hell they're saying.
Even though I am educated and cultured, I still speak East Texas Redneck fluently when required.
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What would Hampy Crapper do? Same thing he did the other 12 times somebody tried to off him. McGyver his way out of it.
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