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900th post GAW - Will you tell me a story?
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The liners under the Micarta look awesome! I'm impressed you can still snap both the retention straps.
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The straps are tight, but are still solid. I think I am going to remove the top one and put shock cord like I have seen in a couple threads on here. The liners are great, even my wife commented on them and she doesn't care about anything knife related, lol.
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cOLD,
I haven't heard from the other guys, so if you still want the full-sizers, I'm game.
Do you want the liners and hardware, lines hardware and stock scales, or the whole kit-n-kaboodle?
I haven't heard from the other guys, so if you still want the full-sizers, I'm game.
Do you want the liners and hardware, lines hardware and stock scales, or the whole kit-n-kaboodle?
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I know this is over, but I wanted to share one of my stories.
I don’t know if I ever told you this, but a couple of summers ago, I left work early one day. It was hot. HOT. I got home and my roommates were both off of work. I threw out there that we should find a nice, cool spot to go fishing and swimming. We all loaded up and I threw an inflatable kayak in the back of the now deceased trail blaster. We drove up to the dam after picking up Adam and unloaded our gear. The water was too high for what we were fishing for. Trout. Great for walleye, but we weren’t rigged for it. It was also very cold. Water temp was probably in the 40s, as when the open the dam, a lot of that comes from the depths of the lake. I decided I would take the kayak out for a short float. Dam site park is only about a mile long or so, so it was a very short trip. There are several paved take outs for people using small boats, as well as a set of stairs at the far end of the park. These are for the guys that wade fish. The fly fishermen. As I floated down, I would call out, trying to get their attention. They were to meet me at a take out spot. Again, there are three. They drove to the first one. I heard them. I could hear them talking. I yelled ‘I am right here! Don’t leave yet!’. I heard the doors to the trail blaster slam and it take off down the road. I floated on. As I approached the next, I again heard them and hollered ‘Hey, I am right here! Stay there!’. Once again, I heard the sound of my own vehicle leaving me. As I approached the last take out spot, I once again heard them. The current was strong in this area, and I missed the take out. However, about 15 yards past, was another spot. It was on private property, and outside the park boundaries. Out of bounds, but no physical barrier other than a small stand of trees. I could see them as I drug my kayak toward them. I could make out their faces. At this point, I should tell you that I was wearing RED basketball shorts, a RED shirt, and was carrying an eleven foot long inflatable kayak that was RED in color. Oh, and white tennis shoes. That was all I had. No ID, wallet, money, no essentials. Not so much as a bic lighter. As I could clearly see and hear them from a mere few feet away, I again shout out ‘I will be right there. DO NOT MOVE!’. Now you know that I can get kind of loud when I yell. My heart sank as I saw them disappearing down the road.
Where I stood was on a graded dirt road near a house. I determined that it was unoccupied, but lived in. There were lights on. No signs of life, however. I ventured down this road, hoping that I would meet my soon to be ex friends along the way. Instead I encountered the most eerie, backwards place I have ever seen. I cannot adequately describe it with words. Partially built houses. Some people had nothing but a truck bed with camper shell as their domicile. One man had no siding. Now, I didn’t run into any people. Not initially. I spotted a house with two vehicles outside. I thought that to be a good sign. Maybe someone could point me in the right direction. As I trudged down his driveway, soaked to the core, carrying the kayak and paddle, a man came out of the house, shirtless. Or I thought. A Ford Expedition stood between us. He began to climb a ladder to repair his gutters, and as I called out ‘Excuse me!’ , I saw that the man was as naked as the day he was born. What struck me as odd was that he did not ever acknowledge my presence. I immediately decided that that seemed to be the best course of action. My six-and-a-half foot frame, toting eleven foot long kayak, all of which are red in color, turned and walked away.
I trudged on down the road, in what I believed to be the direction of the highway. I did not know how far it was, but I had a decent idea of the direction. I trudged on. All the while, unbeknownst to me, my friends continued to cruise up and down the road inside the park. I was outside the park. They had no idea of where I was, let alone condition. They drove to The Dam Store and asked for clues as to where a person in my situation would end up. The clerk showed them a map and told them ‘Hope he isn’t back in *this* area, he doesn’t want to be back there’, while pointing at my exact location on the map.
I trudged on. The road seemed to go anywhich way possible, as long as it was uphill and in the direction opposite of where I wanted to be. I stopped. Heard thunder. The rain began. This was no simple, brief, summer shower. It was torrential. And the wind was fierce. I took a moment, the rain stinging my skin, to get my bearings. I made the decision to travel across the woods and to leave the road behind. Still having some idea of where the dam was, I set off. Now, if you drive up there, you will see a placed called The Spider Creek Resort. I found spider creek. A dry creekbed. Full of spiders. Full. Little black ones that had no issue with violating the personal space of their unannounced visitor. I pressed on, soon forgetting the spiders, more concerned about making it to civilization. When the water is running, it runs into a lily pond. The lilies being massive, vehicles sized platters of green floating on a catfish haven. I knew I was ‘safe’ if I could make it to the other side, as that pond butts against the park. I made my way around the pond, still dragging my kayak. I had to reach into the mud and pull my shoes out more than once during the trek, as it was to my knees. I pressed on, though, and ultimately ended up back inside the park. I walked to a campsite and borrowed a phone to call mine, left in the car. I later found I had no signal, and if I did, it would not have mattered since mine was dead.
The rain continued. Drenched. An absolute deluge. Probably the only rain to be had that summer. I trudged on. Uphill, toward the ranger station. I didn’t know where else to go, but to head that way and hope my ride showed their cowardly selves. The rain continued. I had to squint, the rain stung to hard. For a moment, I thought about letting go of the kayak and paddle, as they merely acted as sails to push me around further. I dismissed the thought, being on pavement, knowing I was safe and headed for home one way or the other.
As I approached the ranger’s station, I saw the trailblazer appear. My friends pulled up. I yelled. I cussed. The ranger came out with his hand on the butt of his service weapon. My friends began to laugh, Chad handed me an ice cold beer and loaded the kayak for me. The ranger disappeared back inside, wanting to stay dry. Immediately all was forgiven.
Cheers!
I don’t know if I ever told you this, but a couple of summers ago, I left work early one day. It was hot. HOT. I got home and my roommates were both off of work. I threw out there that we should find a nice, cool spot to go fishing and swimming. We all loaded up and I threw an inflatable kayak in the back of the now deceased trail blaster. We drove up to the dam after picking up Adam and unloaded our gear. The water was too high for what we were fishing for. Trout. Great for walleye, but we weren’t rigged for it. It was also very cold. Water temp was probably in the 40s, as when the open the dam, a lot of that comes from the depths of the lake. I decided I would take the kayak out for a short float. Dam site park is only about a mile long or so, so it was a very short trip. There are several paved take outs for people using small boats, as well as a set of stairs at the far end of the park. These are for the guys that wade fish. The fly fishermen. As I floated down, I would call out, trying to get their attention. They were to meet me at a take out spot. Again, there are three. They drove to the first one. I heard them. I could hear them talking. I yelled ‘I am right here! Don’t leave yet!’. I heard the doors to the trail blaster slam and it take off down the road. I floated on. As I approached the next, I again heard them and hollered ‘Hey, I am right here! Stay there!’. Once again, I heard the sound of my own vehicle leaving me. As I approached the last take out spot, I once again heard them. The current was strong in this area, and I missed the take out. However, about 15 yards past, was another spot. It was on private property, and outside the park boundaries. Out of bounds, but no physical barrier other than a small stand of trees. I could see them as I drug my kayak toward them. I could make out their faces. At this point, I should tell you that I was wearing RED basketball shorts, a RED shirt, and was carrying an eleven foot long inflatable kayak that was RED in color. Oh, and white tennis shoes. That was all I had. No ID, wallet, money, no essentials. Not so much as a bic lighter. As I could clearly see and hear them from a mere few feet away, I again shout out ‘I will be right there. DO NOT MOVE!’. Now you know that I can get kind of loud when I yell. My heart sank as I saw them disappearing down the road.
Where I stood was on a graded dirt road near a house. I determined that it was unoccupied, but lived in. There were lights on. No signs of life, however. I ventured down this road, hoping that I would meet my soon to be ex friends along the way. Instead I encountered the most eerie, backwards place I have ever seen. I cannot adequately describe it with words. Partially built houses. Some people had nothing but a truck bed with camper shell as their domicile. One man had no siding. Now, I didn’t run into any people. Not initially. I spotted a house with two vehicles outside. I thought that to be a good sign. Maybe someone could point me in the right direction. As I trudged down his driveway, soaked to the core, carrying the kayak and paddle, a man came out of the house, shirtless. Or I thought. A Ford Expedition stood between us. He began to climb a ladder to repair his gutters, and as I called out ‘Excuse me!’ , I saw that the man was as naked as the day he was born. What struck me as odd was that he did not ever acknowledge my presence. I immediately decided that that seemed to be the best course of action. My six-and-a-half foot frame, toting eleven foot long kayak, all of which are red in color, turned and walked away.
I trudged on down the road, in what I believed to be the direction of the highway. I did not know how far it was, but I had a decent idea of the direction. I trudged on. All the while, unbeknownst to me, my friends continued to cruise up and down the road inside the park. I was outside the park. They had no idea of where I was, let alone condition. They drove to The Dam Store and asked for clues as to where a person in my situation would end up. The clerk showed them a map and told them ‘Hope he isn’t back in *this* area, he doesn’t want to be back there’, while pointing at my exact location on the map.
I trudged on. The road seemed to go anywhich way possible, as long as it was uphill and in the direction opposite of where I wanted to be. I stopped. Heard thunder. The rain began. This was no simple, brief, summer shower. It was torrential. And the wind was fierce. I took a moment, the rain stinging my skin, to get my bearings. I made the decision to travel across the woods and to leave the road behind. Still having some idea of where the dam was, I set off. Now, if you drive up there, you will see a placed called The Spider Creek Resort. I found spider creek. A dry creekbed. Full of spiders. Full. Little black ones that had no issue with violating the personal space of their unannounced visitor. I pressed on, soon forgetting the spiders, more concerned about making it to civilization. When the water is running, it runs into a lily pond. The lilies being massive, vehicles sized platters of green floating on a catfish haven. I knew I was ‘safe’ if I could make it to the other side, as that pond butts against the park. I made my way around the pond, still dragging my kayak. I had to reach into the mud and pull my shoes out more than once during the trek, as it was to my knees. I pressed on, though, and ultimately ended up back inside the park. I walked to a campsite and borrowed a phone to call mine, left in the car. I later found I had no signal, and if I did, it would not have mattered since mine was dead.
The rain continued. Drenched. An absolute deluge. Probably the only rain to be had that summer. I trudged on. Uphill, toward the ranger station. I didn’t know where else to go, but to head that way and hope my ride showed their cowardly selves. The rain continued. I had to squint, the rain stung to hard. For a moment, I thought about letting go of the kayak and paddle, as they merely acted as sails to push me around further. I dismissed the thought, being on pavement, knowing I was safe and headed for home one way or the other.
As I approached the ranger’s station, I saw the trailblazer appear. My friends pulled up. I yelled. I cussed. The ranger came out with his hand on the butt of his service weapon. My friends began to laugh, Chad handed me an ice cold beer and loaded the kayak for me. The ranger disappeared back inside, wanting to stay dry. Immediately all was forgiven.
Cheers!
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Wow Thanks man im so late but if cold doesnt have it i could definitely use that sheath!!! If cold wants the scales and liners thats cool! but id LOVE that sheath! Thanks either way man and sorry for the LATE LATE reply, i seen i didnt win and that was that lol.
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ww - I still have the sheath. Was only planning 3 shipments for this GAW, but if I can stuff it into a small priority box - it's yours.
Please PM me your addy and I'll, hopefully, get your sheath and cOLD's liners out tomorrow.
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Cold and ww, liners and sheath, respectively, are on the way.
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Hey, those look really great!
You're very welcome.
You're very welcome.