Ever kewl! My outstanding FIL was a fencing champion, and taught me the sabre.Good morning rasty old farts and kindly fartesses humoring us! View attachment 18996336 View attachment 18996335
Early rain with mid-morning clearing, starting at 44F and predicted to reach 63F.
A nice visit, with my daughter and hubby returning home yesterday morning and the Graywolf household has returned to normal. I haven't heard whether they had to pay for overweight luggage, but we sent them home with books and goodies'
The books were copies of Complete Fencing by Albert Manley, in which I modeled some of the techniques, and which I picked up used on E-Bay for my grandsons.
We cleared the refrigerator of dining out leftovers last night and breakfast out this morning at Cadilliac Cafe with Nutrition Magician and Alan. View attachment 18996332
You do not really appreciate the art unless you try it. Most people believe deep down they could suddenly swing low, high, thrust in the middle and defeat an opponent.
Yeah, and anyone could beat Minnesota Fats at straight pool. It is a fair comparison. You'd stand as much chance with either as a fart in a hurricane.
We'd get all padded up from head to foot, full helmet and heavy gloves. At first, he invited me to attack him with my wooden sabre.
He did not even have to move. I could not touch him. But every now and then, he would tap me on the knee, or whack me (OUCH!!) on toppa my head...
I have taught the basics of sabre combat to a few folks since then, but I no longer have the padded outfits and helmets (wore out years ago).