The Original O'l Farts Club.

[Putembk]

now I got it fixed. Carry on.

Yes sir

 

[Unca Walt]

That's a funny metaphor.

Bears are wonderful animals, I love to watch them go about their business.

Good thing your 4 year old-er sister had the frame of mind to hit the road. The bear might have become inquisitive about 2 tender young children.

I was reading our small town newspaper and I noticed an article where they were suggesting to parents that they should tell their children not to be throwing stones at the bears at the garbage dump.

I was ten, she wuz 14.

 

[Capt.Ahab]

Yeah man - it's been another anxiety driven day in Gypsy's world - that's for sure - first the shock and unwanted surprise of learning that I ain't getting out of here so soon - when I really did think that I was on my way - today - then to learn that I need more surgery to install this pacemaker - with no set date yet - and have to take a blood thinning drug because of it - till the day I die -

So I kinda broke down this afternoon - after a big sneeze waylaid me - and literally felt like someone with a blunt scimitar -- was slowly pushing it into my chest cavity - and all the pain meds I was on at the time was paracetamol - which to me ain't no sorta pain med to combat that sorta pain - in fact to me paracetamol is more like a placebo/fake pain med - so I just went to the floor - found the high backed chair - and held on to it so tight - as if I was on a sinking ship - in a violent storm - even the docs couldn't pry my fingers off it - and after almost busting my tear ducts thru massive flooding over about 45 mins - my wife showed up to visit and found this snotty wreck - that was the remains of her husband so entangled in this chair - snivelling and muttering - due to a sort of pain I have never/ever experienced - she made short shirft of the medical professionals confusions - and demanded that they quickly give me something of maximum strength - which was an orally administered hydrocodone - and gradually I managed to find bits of my shattered sanity - to assemble a workable psyche - within about 30 mins - of cuddling and soft words from her - as the pain killer took effect - finally - and the sneeze-slow-stab pain finally became weak and then inconsequential -

- This is seriously bad quality of life time - and it does help me digest and expel it by writing about it - at least - some sort of dark therapeutics at play here -

 

[Putembk]

I was ten, she wuz 14.

According to my. calculations that was a long long long time ago.....

 

[Capt.Ahab]

I got a photo of this one on my property in central MA. last fall.
View attachment bear.jpg

 

[oldmaninbc]

Told this before, but briefly as a little kid I would go down to the pen the bull was in. He would come thumping over to the gate, where I would string a clothesline through his nose ring.

Then I'd lead him across the road to the pasture, open the gate and turn him loose to go play.

Must have been a good natured bull, with human contact to help tame their potential rowdy nature.

The big bull on the ranch was eventually turned into hamburger, his offspring were too big for the heifers and caused many birthing problems.

 

[jokerman]

Fuck that!

couldnt say it any better!

 

[Gray Wolf]

My first close encounter with a bear happened while pruning a short bushy cannabis plant. I was freshly moved from Ontario city life to mountain life in British Columbia. I was kneeling on the downhill side of the plant. When I stood up there was a bear right on the other side of the plant, this was all knew to me. I remembered back that to scare a bear you should make loud noises. So I started screaming, instead of the bear running off it stood up on it's hind legs and I could see it's nose sniffing the air. I just about crapped my pants and I could hear my heart pounding in my chest. I decided to start backing down the hill slowly, then faster. I guess if your going to grow plants in the wilds of the mountains you better be ready for whatever.

I saw Black Bear regularly floating the Rogue River and one night I woke to the sound of one in our camp trying to break into my cooler. I tried yelling and throwing rocks to scare him off, but instead he advanced sniffing, so I discharged my .357 into the ground at his feet and he scooted.

One of the other campers across the river complained to the park ranger about the gunshot, who came and wrote me a ticket for discharging a firearm in a National Park.

 

[jokerman]

Yeah man - it's been another anxiety driven day in Gypsy's world - that's for sure - first the shock and unwanted surprise of learning that I ain't getting out of here so soon - when I really did think that I was on my way - today - then to learn that I need more surgery to install this pacemaker - with no set date yet - and have to take a blood thinning drug because of it - till the day I die -

So I kinda broke down this afternoon - after a big sneeze waylaid me - and literally felt like someone with a blunt scimitar -- was slowly pushing it into my chest cavity - and all the pain meds I was on at the time was paracetamol - which to me ain't no sorta pain med to combat that sorta pain - in fact to me paracetamol is more like a placebo/fake pain med - so I just went to the floor - found the high backed chair - and held on to it so tight - as if I was on a sinking ship - in a violent storm - even the docs couldn't pry my fingers off it - and after almost busting my tear ducts thru massive flooding over about 45 mins - my wife showed up to visit and found this snotty wreck - that was the remains of her husband so entangled in this chair - snivelling and muttering - due to a sort of pain I have never/ever experienced - she made short shirft of the medical professionals confusions - and demanded that they quickly give me something of maximum strength - which was an orally administered hydrocodone - and gradually I managed to find bits of my shattered sanity - to assemble a workable psyche - within about 30 mins - of cuddling and soft words from her - as the pain killer took effect - finally - and the sneeze-slow-stab pain finally became weak and then inconsequential -

- This is seriously bad quality of life time - and it does help me digest and expel it by writing about it - at least - some sort of dark therapeutics at play here -

 

[jokerman]

Yes sir

somehow I feel the need to salute

 

[Spaventa]

Yeah man - it's been another anxiety driven day in Gypsy's world - that's for sure - first the shock and unwanted surprise of learning that I ain't getting out of here so soon - when I really did think that I was on my way - today - then to learn that I need more surgery to install this pacemaker - with no set date yet - and have to take a blood thinning drug because of it - till the day I die -

So I kinda broke down this afternoon - after a big sneeze waylaid me - and literally felt like someone with a blunt scimitar -- was slowly pushing it into my chest cavity - and all the pain meds I was on at the time was paracetamol - which to me ain't no sorta pain med to combat that sorta pain - in fact to me paracetamol is more like a placebo/fake pain med - so I just went to the floor - found the high backed chair - and held on to it so tight - as if I was on a sinking ship - in a violent storm - even the docs couldn't pry my fingers off it - and after almost busting my tear ducts thru massive flooding over about 45 mins - my wife showed up to visit and found this snotty wreck - that was the remains of her husband so entangled in this chair - snivelling and muttering - due to a sort of pain I have never/ever experienced - she made short shirft of the medical professionals confusions - and demanded that they quickly give me something of maximum strength - which was an orally administered hydrocodone - and gradually I managed to find bits of my shattered sanity - to assemble a workable psyche - within about 30 mins - of cuddling and soft words from her - as the pain killer took effect - finally - and the sneeze-slow-stab pain finally became weak and then inconsequential -

- This is seriously bad quality of life time - and it does help me digest and expel it by writing about it - at least - some sort of dark therapeutics at play here -

Praying for you mate. I was in hospital for months after my head on and still have nightmares years later. I had 11 surgeries. They bring me out of general antithetic and I was screaming till they fired the morphine in. My wife and kids went through it with me. Would not have made it otherwise. God bless.

 

[jokerman]

 

[kevinn]

@Gypsy Nirvana Breaking down, it's OK you've been thru a lot and will still be going thru a lot for s bit yet.
Know you're antsy to get home, who wouldn't be but your best bet is right there where you're at.
Both parents were in for a week a piece.
Even when you get home don't plan on doing a fucking thing.
Did you line up a stand up chair? Life fuckin saver.
Getting out of chairs and off the toilet is gonna be a joyous time you'll need help
Do Not Use Your Arms you'll split the sootures.

And you'll be good and intimate with that pillow, might want to start naming it after a woman, maybe Irene. Lol
Good luck
OR

How are you going to get up all those steps to your flat ???

 

[jokerman]

All I can say is stunning.

 

[SubGirl]

All I can say is stunning.

Moving

 

[Spaventa]

This one gets me

 

[SubGirl]

Yall gonna make me break out my uke and play something to scrape us up off the floor now.

 

[jokerman]

 

[oldmaninbc]

I saw Black Bear regularly floating the Rogue River and one night I woke to the sound of one in our camp trying to break into my cooler. I tried yelling and throwing rocks to scare him off, but instead he advanced sniffing, so I discharged my .357 into the ground at his feet and he scooted.

One of the other campers across the river complained to the park ranger about the gunshot, who came and wrote me a ticket for discharging a firearm in a National Park.

Bears like the water as much as many of us. They are good swimmers.

Here in Canada I don't think your allowed to carry in a park unless you have a special permit that some folks can get for protection, like a guide, a forestry worker, occupational workers, otherwise it's a no no.

I use to work as a park Interpreter(naturalist) after my evening program was over and I turned of the generator, all the visitors were gone and it was very dark, all the eyes would become visible. Some nights I was wishing I had a gun but most of the eyes were from small mammals. Some nights there were so many eyes it was like stars in the night sky.

I had to have to a program on animals in the park so people would know how to react to an animal encounter. I worked in Sasquatch Provincial Park, they called it that for a reason but I have no idea how to react to an encounter with a Sasquatch. Yes, I had a big footprint cast for my Sasquatch program.

 

[bigsur51]

since we are on the subject , this tune always makes my eyes leak

the story of David and Bathsheba