Any man who has to have boots on his feet to feel manly is suspect.
Obviously you've never been faced with the perils and dangers of the Upper US.
They've got blackberries and stuff.
damnit smokepole,
good thing I weren't drinking coffee when I read that.
Damn the brambles and poison ivy............................Full Speed ahead!
Almost as bad as a cane patch.
I don't know anything about cane but I'd love to see some of you macho men go through blackbrerry brambles wearing crocks or sandals and shorts. You'd regret it before you got very far.
Real Men tend to go around, or follow deer trails.
or bring a machete.
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
Nope. But he didn't wear blue jeans, a T-shirt or a ballcap, either.
I'm too slow to run from trouble anymore. And pretty much too lazy to fight. But sandals and crocs really F up a guy's fight or flight game. I ain't wearing either. EVER.
Does your plate carrier make your shoulders tired at the end of the day?
Any man who has to have boots on his feet to feel manly is suspect.
I feel plenty manly all the time but any male who wears sandals is plenty suspect as far as I'm concerned and likely suffers some gender confusion issues at the least.
So, Blackheart goes right for the gender issue. I rest my case.
Y'all gonna be shocked and amazed at the risks I took this morning.
While I did slip on a pair of comfortable, old, decrepit, well broken in (OK, broken down) romeos to go feed and water the Gulag this morning, I then proceeded over the course of the next few hours to pick up the dog crap, move the sprinkler, turn on the water (set a timer so the well don't run dry), do my laundry, go back and turn off the water, take the clothes out to hang on the fence, play with the old dog, all while walking around on the rocks, gravel, dried up cut weed and grass stubble, in danger of running across one of these critters that was in the yard 1 Sept last fall:
and I didn't even have to put boots on! Or sandals.................and for sure no crocs around this place.
Barefootin'
Too bad Pete didn't take his own advice. He must be a Real Man.
Danny be barefootin' though:
Do you have blackberries, thorn apple and multiflora rose out there ? I don't recall seeing any in Montana, Idaho or Washington when I was out there. They grow around the perimeter of my yard and there's a couple acre patch of blackberries and multiflora rose out back between the yard and the woods.
Any man who has to have boots on his feet to feel manly is suspect.
I feel plenty manly all the time but any male who wears sandals is plenty suspect as far as I'm concerned and likely suffers some gender confusion issues at the least.
So, Blackheart goes right for the gender issue. I rest my case.
Any man who has to have boots on his feet to feel manly is suspect.
Obviously you've never been faced with the perils and dangers of the Upper US.
They've got blackberries and stuff.
damnit smokepole,
good thing I weren't drinking coffee when I read that.
Damn the brambles and poison ivy............................Full Speed ahead!
Almost as bad as a cane patch.
I don't know anything about cane but I'd love to see some of you macho men go through blackbrerry brambles wearing crocks or sandals and shorts. You'd regret it before you got very far.
Real Men tend to go around, or follow deer trails.
or bring a machete.
You've obviously never been in a blackberry bramble patch so you might better just STFU. There are trails yes, but you'd need to be a midget or go on hands and knees to follow them because they're really just tunnels with brambles laced over head to a height of 8-10 feet.. You think you're getting through the dense parts without serious machete work or a bulldozer you're nuts. Much of it is so thick a good beagle can't get through. I've had them get stuck, so tangled in thorns that they'd just give up and howl and I had to wade in and cut them free. The dogs never go in that shyt without coming out with ears and tails tattered and bleeding and neither would you. Any clear cut around here is going to grow into a very nearly impenetrable mass of brambles in a few years and may cover hundreds of acres.
We got an old guy here in town named No Shirt Dutton, never seen him with a shirt or a pair of shoes on, he runs a tow truck service in this area. I've seen him walk on a black top road in July, I guarantee you Blackfart wouldn't call him a pussy to his face. 🤣🤣
Real men don't wade into impenetrable bramble patches Brer Rabbit.
But if I was stupid enough to attempt it I would definitely pick Crocs over sandals.
Sissies like you stay out of it. Real hunters and their dogs go in because those patches are full of game.
What kind of game are after right now? If I'm chasing critters I tend to dress appropriately. Same/same for kicking around the yard in spring/summer or even running to the grocer for an item or two.
Prolly be best if you wore steel toes all the time then
Yep. I hear that those brambles are bad.
They were so bad that after his class field trip to that 20 manual dairy...he gave up all his fantasies of becoming a "full time farm hand" because you wear rubber boots in the milking parlor.
Any man who has to have boots on his feet to feel manly is suspect.
Obviously you've never been faced with the perils and dangers of the Upper US.
They've got blackberries and stuff.
damnit smokepole,
good thing I weren't drinking coffee when I read that.
Damn the brambles and poison ivy............................Full Speed ahead!
Almost as bad as a cane patch.
I don't know anything about cane but I'd love to see some of you macho men go through blackbrerry brambles wearing crocks or sandals and shorts. You'd regret it before you got very far.
What part of “appropriate footwear” don’t you grasp?
Ain’t nobody wearing crocs alla damn time. Give your head a shake.
If you take the time it takes, it takes less time. --Pat Parelli
American by birth; Alaskan by choice. --ironbender
Real men don't wade into impenetrable bramble patches Brer Rabbit.
But if I was stupid enough to attempt it I would definitely pick Crocs over sandals.
Sissies like you stay out of it. Real hunters and their dogs go in because those patches are full of game.
What kind of game are after right now? If I'm chasing critters I tend to dress appropriately. Same/same for kicking around the yard in spring/summer or even running to the grocer for an item or two.
Not after any game right now duh ! What a fuggin genius. Are all southerners as stupid as you ? Sure seems that way from what I see here.
Real men don't wade into impenetrable bramble patches Brer Rabbit.
But if I was stupid enough to attempt it I would definitely pick Crocs over sandals.
Sissies like you stay out of it. Real hunters and their dogs go in because those patches are full of game.
Oh, I go into your run of the mill bramble patches, it's the impenetrable ones I avoid.
I bet you do sonny. If you ever get up the nerve to go into a thick one, leave your sissy boy suburbanite footwear and shorts at home and put on some bramble proof clothing and boots.
You've obviously never been in a blackberry bramble patch so you might better just STFU. There are trails yes, but you'd need to be a midget or go on hands and knees to follow them because they're really just tunnels with brambles laced over head to a height of 8-10 feet.. You think you're getting through the dense parts without serious machete work or a bulldozer you're nuts. Much of it is so thick a good beagle can't get through. I've had them get stuck, so tangled in thorns that they'd just give up and howl and I had to wade in and cut them free. The dogs never go in that shyt without coming out with ears and tails tattered and bleeding and neither would you. Any clear cut around here is going to grow into a very nearly impenetrable mass of brambles in a few years and may cover hundreds of acres.
Sounds like alders. You got big brown bears in them too?
If you take the time it takes, it takes less time. --Pat Parelli
American by birth; Alaskan by choice. --ironbender