Home Forums Hunting & Shooting Hunter's Campfire Crossfireoops and HIS sandy mangina

I was referring to some of Cross' posts on this goofy thread-he had a heeler as one of the main characters I guess you would call it?

yep crossy could give Hunter S Thomson a run for the money with that story

I got one of those...

For God's sake man, NO pictures! We straight on that?

Could and did. I hear tell..well, never mind...I'll let him tell about....

so your stirring chit for no other reason but your own amusement.....good to know....

I LOVE THAT CLP!

Hey, 5 pages and still rolling!

You owe me one, Crossfire <grin>.

Don't feel like paging back through the thread. Crossfire, you still all horned up or has this thing run it's course?

You truly are better off not knowing what lays behind, or at your insistance - ahead. You bit off way more than you can chew.

It did seem appropriate, given the alligator and original post

That right there is funny.

Crossfire bit this off. This is what he wanted. Hopefully, it was all he wanted and more <grin>. I got no ill will towards the guy. Heck, a few weeks ago we were having a pleasant PM exchange about his region of AZ. Then he wigged out and wanted to beat me up and asked for a mangina thread and, so, here we are.

Middlefork, is this your way of asking for your Very Own Mangina Thread?

I'll do it if you want. You know I will.

Your call buddy.

And taste just like chicken.

""So, if she's so "Good",....why's she so sweet on that 'ere big lizard"

"Hey,....look man,...you're here tonight to play MUSIC,....let's talk about the dog and the gator some other time,....(shrugs)
.....I'm not at all sure I've got it figgered'."

And so the Music drifts across a sultry Summer sky, and the crowd enjoys the Food, The music, and comeraderie. The derelict is circulating non-stop, and seems to bugging most all of the groups he joins, in short order.

The Heeler's Human drifts over to an outbuilding, and returns with a pichfork, a couple of large black garbage bags, and a bucket of clorox. As he approaches the Derelict, the Heeler falls in at his side.

"Pilot, tell that damn bug Lizard of yours that If I want him heeling, I'll ask him,.....that sucker's freaking me out "

The Pilot makes a subtle gesture, and the gator lowers itself on those massive legs, and watches ,.....switching it's tail a bit.

Heeler's Human shifts all the tackle to his off hand, and holds his right out, palm out, as he approaches Derelict.

" Hold off on all the talk just a bit, and do me a favor",

He hands the Bags and pitchfork to the derelict, and sets the bucket of bleach on the ground, between them,......jerking his thumb over his shoulder, out towards the Bayou he quietly says,

" Go pick up all those old clothes and running shoes, and bag em'"

He points, " There's a burning barrel right over there, burn all that Chit before the wind changes, or someone steps in it"

The Derelict starts to speak, and the Heeler's Human's hand again raises,.....

"Nothing to discuss here, bud,....clean up your mess, or beat it".

The derelict responds, "It's your damn DOG's fault, I always give as good as I get, and you'd best watch you don't become the focus of my Stinging Wit, Buster !"

Shaking his head, the Heeler's human retrieves the Fork, and the bags. The Heeler's ridge is up in full crest, and the Gator slowly ambles over to study it, with a remarkably reflective and curious air. The Heeler's rumbling deep in her chest again, and the gator starts emitting a spine tingling hiss, jaws half open.

A friendly brown skinned man approaches, and takes the fork and the bags,

"Here, I help joo, boss, I cleeng up after this hijo de la grande puta, pinche Pendejo"

"Uh, ....jeez, thanks Ernesto, I was gonna get it"

"Ees OK boss, mebbe nex' tine" he cracks an impossibly bright , Gold tooth punctuated smile at the general assembly, and than as quickly tuns a fearsome glower towards the Derelict>

"......de Fogg JOO lookin' at, Pendejo,.....he points with the Pitchfork,.....

"Vayate, immediatamente, cabron!"

The Derelict, eyes cast down shuffles towards the Bayou road, a sad and pathetic figure in an old pair of coveralls, some holy barn boots, and an old Boony Hat that one of the kind souls has given him.

The Dog looks over at the Gator, and some unspoken communication takes place,.......

.......they follow the slowly fading shadow down Bayou road.

The Heeler's Human helps his Mexican friend fork and bag the stinking old Overcoat, and other soiled garments, and carrying them to the burning barrel, pulls his work gloves off, and tosses them in behind.

"Oye, .....en la camioneta, atras, en la platforma, Hay unas gallones de Diesel, traje los, por favor."

Ernesto brings the diesel, and once the drum is roaring, they share a jug of hand wipes.

as the diesel flames flare even brighter with the alcohol Wipes being tossed atop, an eerie and desperate wail echos down Bayou road,.....and is than cut short.

The two men stare into each others eyes,.....

" Madre de Dios, boss,......."

He holds up his hand , and smiles,.....pointing towards the campfire, and the revelry taking place there around,....

"Nobody but us heard that, Ernesto..........

C'mon , I'll buy ya' a drink!"

They walk back towards the fire.

GTC

Una Tecate, por Favor,

Gracias,.....

GTC

Pulitzer material that.

The drunken ramblings of a man that has not even the basic grasp of grammar.

I will be so glad when all this whining and crying is over and we can get back to the normal posts.