Belt Carry - preference

[Ferrous Wheel]

Yeah, my second carry option still falls in the Other category. I carry in my soft side briefcase (some call these the "Man-purse") when I cannot carry externally (i.e. in a public or urban area where people would freak). The pointy end of the scabbard sometimes pokes thru the weave, tho. Still easy access, just unzip and let 'er rip!

Keith

 

[Federico]

Woohoo for the man-purse Normally to not freak out the neighbors when Im loading my car with sharp and pointy things that are too big to fit in a bag or suitcase I wrap them either in a towel or jacket. Then again I think my neighbors are already freaked out

 

[Ferrous Wheel]

Not a hard thing to do in Minneapolis, so I'm told. Hear they're ultra-conservative. Took pop machine out of schools because "caffeine is a gateway drug"

My buddie's daughter was caught smoking a cigarette off of school property, and the school wanted to enroll her in a drug rehab program.

I much prefer the moderate midwest to that.

Keith

 

[Federico]

I like Minneapolis and Minnesota in general, but especially for alota folk around here whove never really been to a smaller town, let alone a rural area, guns and knives are big taboos. PC is definitely something thats strong here, though we're not as bad as California yet, but somedays I worry.

 

[Ferrous Wheel]

My buddy also enjoyed living there, but said the mosquitoes were reeeeeeely bad. He liked the terrain, but his dogs were poisoned by someone in the neighborhood, and his cat came home with a broken leg once. I think those unfortunate inidents soured his taste for the 10,000 lakes region.

Keith

 

[Yvsa]

Originally posted by Ferrous Wheel
He liked the terrain, but his dogs were poisoned by someone in the neighborhood, and his cat came home with a broken leg once. I think those unfortunate inidents soured his taste for the 10,000 lakes region.

Keith

We moved next door to the Twin Cities to a small town called Hopkins when I was about nine. I had a big ol' tomcat named Boot's that could whip most dogs arse's easily. He came up poisoned too and although everyone had a pretty good idea of who did it no one could prove anything.
The pretty little girl that became my girlfriend soon eased the pain of boot's demise.
Boot's was the only cat I ever really loved but he acted more like a dog than a cat. Boot's would come running when I whistled for him, much to the amazement of everyone that hadn't seen him do that.
Never could train Boot's to "Sic 'Em" although I really tried.

 

[munk]

I grew up in the 'burbs'. We had a 14 pound chocolate point male siamese that was all muscle and pure hambone. I could pound his backm like a dog's and he'd purr. He answered to his name, not kitty kitty.

He used to wait behind a small concrete fence for a dog to stroll by on the sidewalk and then chase him down the avenue. The lady who lived behind us hated him because he'd come into her home through the cat door, beat up both her cats, chasing them outside, eat all the food in the pet dish, and on one memorable occasion was found sleeping on her bed upon her return from work. He was killed by a neighbor and we could prove nothing.

Last cat I ever had was killed by illegal aliens of the criminal class who hated me for unknown reasons. I'd had him nine years and he'd beem through it all with me.

Got to get used to shitheads taking things and even people away from you.

munk

 

[munk]

Federico, I agree with you about Minn. If you check election histories, they've voted democratic socialist the majority of the time. Proximity to Canada, or just fondness for those government programs for 'developement"?

munk

 

[Pappy]

Gents, I am glad that I am as old as I am. I wouldn't want to live long enough to see my wonderful country turn into nothing but a home for wimp, pacifists whatever you want to call them. Just how long do you think this country will have what freedoms are left.

Groups of people are more interested in taking care of critters than people. If they really want to, why not turn the fish and game deptments over to the Native Americans. From all I have read they were doing a pretty good job of conservation, till the Europeans arrived.

My khuks are on a seperate belt on the left side and there may be a hand gun on the other side and I can't draw as proficiently with the left hand.

 

[Daniel Koster]

Originally posted by akabu
The "Angle of the Dangel "

LOL!!


I currently have a mutt cat named Rumpus. Let's me pet him with my foot. Despite weighing in at 16 pounds, he can still jump up to the top cabinets over the fridge.

He is as patient as a stump - moves about that fast too. Kids are always poking him in the eyes, pulling his tail, laying on him, dragging him around the house, dressing him up in doll clothes, etc. - never a mean cowl or hiss.

My other cat, though, you can't touch her. Once, I tried to give her a bath - ended up in the ER getting my hand stiched up...ouch!

 

[Pappy]

Somebody tell me where this thread is going. I had the mistaken idea that we were talking about Khuks and how they are carried. Maybe I got on the wrong thread some how. I don't have any kitties and they would not last very long around here with my wolf and Pittbull/boxer. They dig up gophers, rats, moles, snakes and anything else they can find. I don't mind till I catch them trying to catch coons and then I try to get them interested in something else. I have had to kick some A__ a couple of times to stop them. Has anybody else seen what happens to a dog that thinks he can whip a bull coon. The last dog I saw try didn't come out too pretty. Compared to that poor dog Pen. you haven't had any stitches.

I'll try to find that thread that I was on now.

 

[Daniel Koster]

Pappy = I once saw an angry siamese literally tear a doberman to pieces...went crazy on him and the dog got sent to the Vet's ER.

Fights like that ain't pretty. Makes us all jump the fence and watch from the other side.

 

[Pappy]

I may be wrong but I think short of something completely wild that siamese cat is just about hail on four feet.

 

[raghorn]

Originally posted by Pappy
Somebody tell me where this thread is going. I had the mistaken idea that we were talking about Khuks and how they are carried. Maybe I got on the wrong thread some how.

*snip*

I'll try to find that thread that I was on now.

Pappy, Raghorn's Theorem states that all threads, unless interfered with by unnatural forces, will naturally gravitate into discussions about Bears before reaching equilibrium.

Pitbulls and kitties are just a natural step in the progression from khuks to Kodiaks.

 

[Daniel Koster]

Originally posted by raghorn
Pappy, Raghorn's Theorem states that all threads, unless interfered with by unnatural forces, will naturally gravitate into discussions about Bears before reaching equilibrium.

Pitbulls and kitties are just a natural step in the progression from khuks to Kodiaks.

I once came within 100 yards of monster-sized elk. The guys with me put him at well over 6' tall/1000 lbs.

Raghorn = can you substantiate this?

 

[raghorn]

Originally posted by pendentive


I once came within 100 yards of monster-sized elk. The guys with me put him at well over 6' tall/1000 lbs.

Raghorn = can you substantiate this?

It happens all the time up on "no-tellum ridge."

 

[Daniel Koster]

Originally posted by raghorn
It happens all the time up on "no-tellum ridge."

Well...I wasn't going to say anything...but...

The guys actually told me he was 6' tall at the shoulder and about 2000 lbs.

He was standing out in the middle of a tall-grassy field somewhere in that Northern Utah/Idaho/Wyoming corner of the world (seems we got lost that day). There was a shallow flowing brook between us (whew!) and the majestic Rockies against a clear blue sky in the background. I can still see it like it was this morning.

One of those never-forget-it moments...

However, being quite young and impressionable at the time, there was no way I could have known how tall he was, nor how heavy. So, all this time, I've been passing along misguided information. Someday I'll get it straight.

 

[Yvsa]

One time when we went fishing out in the wilds near Orofino my old man took off down the river looking for a better "hole" where he might catch the ever elusive, "Big One." Mom set in the car reading her book as she often did, gave her an escape and the time to enjoy the beauty of the land along with the "Big Quiet."
Me? Well back then I tired of fishing pretty quick unless the fish were really biting which wasn't all that often so I took off exploring and found a little narrow cave that I could bearly crawl into. That little cave became real important to me later. I walked up a little canyon exploring the little creek that was running down it when suddenly I came across a black bear in a berry patch and disturbed his lunch. I probably should have froze instead of taking off down the little creek lickety split, but the damned bear scared me, I mean after all I was only about 9 or 10 at the time.
Anyway the damned bear came after me, perhaps thinking I was a tasty morsel but there was no way that bear was gonna get me!!!!!!!
The little cave was just ahead of me and I made my way to it and slid in as far as I could head first and then started wiggling further in. I had forgotten all my fears about little tight places because of the bear, but come to find out the little cave wasn't quite as deep as I thought it might be. The bear was able to get his front leg in just far enough to reach my foot and started pulling my leg. Just like I've been pulling y'alls.

 

[Federico]

 

[Ferrous Wheel]

Good bear story, Yvsa!

Keith