Right?

Brother Sam..... yes... we are at a crossroads as a country. The battle is before us

All we need to do is define the battle space and who we want to be our leader.

kwg

Indeed.

Absolutely and win.

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It's something women say about their kids when they don't have the time or ballz discipline to them,

What’s the wife want you to do that you don’t?😂

Of course. Wisdom comes with age and experience.

You people are comforting.

I feel a dump coming on.

Now, seek Flaves advice and counsel 😂😂

Wifey gone gambling with her sister to Shreveport. I’m a winner boys.

Wise advice.
Be sure the hill is worth dieing on.

Yes, choose carefully your battles and more wisely the ground you fight them on.

Osky

And while we are defining and deciding we have lost our country.

No quit give a hunnerd thousandmillion percent everyday

Hitt'er upside the head and tell her if she don't make you a sammich you're going to have sex with her sister again.

Chicken dinner winner!

Flavor is too busy painting his balls for the church Easter egg hunt.

Lol

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No.

Not only no...but Fugg no.

Fugg em in the neck!

And glitter?

Sometimes you got to lay down the law.

Sometimes you got to keep your mouth shut and live to fight another day.

Of course 🙄🤷🏽‍♀️

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I like Jim's Moxy..... some truth right there... an inconvenient truth maybe, but true non the less

Sanction them, that will do it!

Let others fight, then plunder the corpses.

Yes, right.


And when you decide to do battle...................................................














NEVER FIGHT FAIR

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I know better than to leg wrastle Jim ! ha

That has landed me in deep schit here.....

Brother, maybe so. But not with anyone who’s actually been in brawls....

Now, them boys who believe you should just line up like an British Red Coat to get shot. They will always decry that’s not a gentleman’s way of fighting.

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Yeah, some here think it's not fair to know one's scheidt about a subject.

Or to have some critical thinking skills.

A couple of whiskey's to grease the skids and off to the races....

Drink all day

Rock all night

Wife get the stink eye

If u don’t walk right


Wife gone to visit in laws

No battle here……..

Loving it

Too much info there Angus.... you and the little women's sex life is none of our business....

Never argue with a woman... just dick'er...

Maybe a bit more than a couple of shots greasing Angus' skids?

What are you to old fuggers Puritans or something?

I live in Idaho


Where

Men R men

Sheep are nervous

Don't make me open a can of whoop azz on you!

I am neither Pure nor very Tan.

We may have to pick a battle with Jim? or maybe he picked a battle with us? hmmmmm

Drink all day
Rock all night

Grateful Dead tune. Don't ask how I know this.

Fried gizzards and this new wild game burger

In the man cave

Aka the lever lounge.

Don’t mess up the house

One battle averted

If it comes down to battlin' Jim.

I may have to just stay home and pick my Hanes out my butt crack instead.

He's a mighty big fella, and not only that, if he don't get me I've seen that little fella of his shoot that 410.

Your pictures are "inverted"

Were you standing on your head to take pics?

Angus is a man of many talents....

No....Shrooms!

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Why did the ram fall of the clifff?





Didn’t see the ewe turn

This image better?

Mo betta.... you cook on a wood stove and live in an OSB cabin? cool

That OSB costs more then having custom stucco walls done.

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It’s my fox hole



Or outta line shack

Got a pic of that two legged fox?

Lol

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I just point to the door and tell her you can leave any time you like, I can replace you tomorrow. It sounds bad but I'm not going to put up with bull chit and arguing about petty chit,

Cousins are a dime a dozen.

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Oh...My bad!

Lol

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That keeps them in line..... every women needs to know that.... makes for a harmonious home

Why is divorce so expensive?






It’s worth it







Not really

Hell no, Sam. Fight them all like it’s your last fight. 😆

Divorce is definitely worth it, the first 3 times.

It takes a while to figure out that money can be replaced with more money. But your sanity and not living with the fear of going to prison for killing a crazy bitch of a wife. Well, that’s priceless.

Lol

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Hahaha!

Truth

Boy Howdy!

Sam go MIA on us?

I wish.

Nope….I always felt like the battles chose me.

Lolol….”all the hookups I’ve had in my adult life have been women with daddy issues”. “When she starts to get outta line I just pull the humvee over and politely ask her to get out….guess what? She finds her way home every time”

LMAO

Wife gone to visit in laws

No battle here……..

Loving it[/quote]

How does this happen? You mean there are such women that are comfortable visiting their side of the family without requiring a spouse to be in tow?

Dam.....I did not know that.....where does one find such a creature?

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3) never seek marital advice from a hunting campfire forum.

That too!

lol

I will stand behind number 1 though.

He who fights and runs away, lives to fight another day.

Jim has always punched above his weight class in the smarts department. I'd enjoy meeting him and his clan someday.

Sorry, wife took my phone away and sent me to bed....lol



On a serious note, my OP had nothing to do with wife.

We good.



I was referencing battles that involve a big fight with little to win.

Nothing in particular, just the concept of fighting to fight with little or no reward.

I like arguing and telling people “I told you so.”

For the purposes of entertainment, can we just pretend it's a domestic issue between you and the missus.....after all, isn't that what the fire is built for?......if anything's for certain......we gots the wimmins figured out.....

Choose your battles...A few years ago, I was camped by myself in my old sheepherder tent on a sage knoll with a nice view of Mt Shasta, in May, no seasons open. On the morning of day 3 a Calif game warden drove up the primitive 2 track a hundred yards or so from camp. He stopped, shut off his rig and got out to approach my camp. I set down the frying pan I was cleaning and unarmed met him halfway. As background, I admit I do not inspire confidence by my appearance, I wear rough work clothing, don't fuss much with grooming, maybe in some minds appear 'different'. So, I understand suspicion, within reason. This warden had a huge chip on his shoulder that morning, body language all wrong, tense, very rude, hostile manner interrogating me on what I was doing there. As my answers came off a little sullen, no cursing, just one word vague replies, cooperating but not helpful, he became more agitated, and reached from where he was resting his hand on his sidearm to unsnap the retainer strap on his holster. Well, that got my attention, I began to feel real fear rather than resentment. I was wearing a badly beat up old Stetson with a brown and white wing feather in it, he focused on the feather, stating, that is a hawk feather, where did you get it? That wide spot where this track comes off the highway, you drove right by it. Then he quotes Calif law on possessing non game animal parts. I see where this is going, pull the feather out of the hat and set it on a sage and back away, no more eye contact, I'm watching his gun hand. He approached picked up the feather, with his weak hand, and tells me he appreciates the gesture, saying he didn't want this to turn into a confrontation. So I stand still, he works his way back to his rig, keeping me in his peripheral vision. I tend to talk to myself now and then, it is cold and still that morning, and I mutter to myself, f...ing land of the free, home of the brave. He wheels from getting into his rig, clearly in a rage, what did you say? Nothing, I said nothing. He stares lasers at me for a good ten seconds. Finally drove off. Yes, I folded like a paper bag, but I also wondered if I saved my life by knuckling under. I honestly think he wanted a fight. It bothers me to this day, the way I folded, but it also occurs to me, I might not be here. He didn't go to his taser, he went straight to his sidearm. He may have been dead serious. Water under the bridge now.

Someone wants a fight, they always get it from me. How it’s always been. Call it the results of being picked on as a small boy by bigger folks. I got sick of it at about 9 years old, and nobody has been denied their wishes since. Probably kill me someday. That teacher still probably wonders why that scrawny 9 year old was doing his best to beat the schit out of that 16 year old. I got in trouble for it, since I was obviously the aggressor. And that’s where the problem with authority started…

sounds like a CA A Hole with a badge....

Big Shortage of those types on your side of the state line, ain't there....

over a bird feather no less... important stuff...

probably pissed off at the wife and looking for an outlet, to blow off steam to feel like a big man...

its a wonder guys like him, just aren't shot by someone....

Going around being a big dick to everyone, isn't a good game plan...

Elms and Pogue would relate to that... If they could.

SOP for Kali fish cops. Have yet to meet one who was not a prick. They are not held in high regard by other state LEO s.

I thought it was "pick and choose". Good friend of mine used to say that (he has two boys, I grew up with his wife). Told me one day his eldest son ran upstairs and called his mom and told her dad hit is sorry assss lol. I said Fugk that I'll smack my kids backside if they deserve it (I was divorced at the time of course). He's divorced now lol

Pick and choose HELL

To be fair his eldest is now a very productive member of society. The younger, not so much.

You finish that stock yet?

Some guys I worked with Offshore many years ago, lived in Foxworth, MS.. New GW/game warden hired in and was being a real ball buster, a few coworkers had run-ins with him, he always had a chip on his shoulder kind of guy.
Hulon and Tommy were fishing on the Pearl river, he pulls up wants to see their license, they show him, he tells Hulon to sit-up when he's talking to him, Hulon tells him F-U. GW pulls his gun, Hulon tells him you're going to regret pulling your gun on me.

Several months later GW was on some papermill land [public land back then] parked and was ambushed by two riflemen. Had him in a crossfire, 30-06 and a 30 carbine shooting to kill. GW floored the car backwards hit a tree jumped out and ran into the woods where bullets were flying through the trees as he ran for his life. Vehicle hit over twenty times.
GW found a new place to work and live.
You can mess with some people, others not so much.

Flintlock, you made a wise decision, k-hunts like that guy have killed many people and lied about what happened.

Have you ever been out to the Shooting Range on the La Copa ranch? Your PM's are full.

Ol Mike, That occurred to me as well, that country I was in a rocky volcanic wasteland, he wouldn't have had to bury my carcass, by the time family would come looking, the bones would be scattered over miles by coyotes and buzzards; "presumed deceased by causes unknown, body not recovered'', not the first time that was ever in the paper around here.

Yep, never take chances with your life, it's the only one you get as far as I know.

Guys like the GW mentioned are why I am never unarmed. Come out into a deserted area and want a fight, you might be just dumb enough to get one. Most law I have dealt with have apparently been able to sense the
potential, even though I was always respectful, because even the hard chargers became polite and cautious once we started interacting. It has always ended well, we each go our way unharmed and woithout being insulted.

Ok, I choose Leuthen!