No place else for me to go.
I was slowly making my way around the internet when Karen got a computer and she showed me how to get online. So naturally I started to cruise the different gun, knife, outdoor forums. I was about to give up on the forum thing becasue it was a bit boring. All the gun talk seemed to revolve around the two or three black pistols and rifles, the knife talk was about two or three most popular black knives, most of the motorcycle forum talk was about either Harleys or the latest crotch rocket (they never heard of a Matchless or Zundapp).
Then I stumbled on here where they were talking about and posting pics of the kind of knives I grew up with, and Amos was talking about a cast iron fry pan. I felt like I had found a place where I could talk to people about things that I was familier with. I had been about to give up on the internet forums because I felt like a fish out of water, or like someone that had been past by time and left in the dust. Imagine my great surprise when I found others who felt like I did about some things.
Very gradually I felt more at home here. After getting to know you all by a lot of lurking, I gradually started to make more posts, getting more familiar with this internet thing. The more I relized what a nice forum this was, the more I sort of felt an opening up. Seemed to be alot of people with old time feelings and values here. Like the kind of people who would hold a door for a lady, or other polite behavior that seems to be out of style to often.
Then someone made a post about a knife their grandfather had given them and it started me off. I got nostalgic thinking about my childhood, and I ended up making a post about something, and I was really surprised at how the young guys wanted more ramblings of an old fart from way back when. So it started. This is one of the very few forums I visit. Other than this place, I don't do alot with the internet or computer.
In writing for you guys, I've found some sort of outlet for something. Maybe thats what old guys end up doing, we sit back at the cave, and when the hunters come back, we tell stories of past hunts in an oral tradition of history and story telling.
Anyway, I'm glad I stumbled into this place.
I was slowly making my way around the internet when Karen got a computer and she showed me how to get online. So naturally I started to cruise the different gun, knife, outdoor forums. I was about to give up on the forum thing becasue it was a bit boring. All the gun talk seemed to revolve around the two or three black pistols and rifles, the knife talk was about two or three most popular black knives, most of the motorcycle forum talk was about either Harleys or the latest crotch rocket (they never heard of a Matchless or Zundapp).
Then I stumbled on here where they were talking about and posting pics of the kind of knives I grew up with, and Amos was talking about a cast iron fry pan. I felt like I had found a place where I could talk to people about things that I was familier with. I had been about to give up on the internet forums because I felt like a fish out of water, or like someone that had been past by time and left in the dust. Imagine my great surprise when I found others who felt like I did about some things.
Very gradually I felt more at home here. After getting to know you all by a lot of lurking, I gradually started to make more posts, getting more familiar with this internet thing. The more I relized what a nice forum this was, the more I sort of felt an opening up. Seemed to be alot of people with old time feelings and values here. Like the kind of people who would hold a door for a lady, or other polite behavior that seems to be out of style to often.
Then someone made a post about a knife their grandfather had given them and it started me off. I got nostalgic thinking about my childhood, and I ended up making a post about something, and I was really surprised at how the young guys wanted more ramblings of an old fart from way back when. So it started. This is one of the very few forums I visit. Other than this place, I don't do alot with the internet or computer.
In writing for you guys, I've found some sort of outlet for something. Maybe thats what old guys end up doing, we sit back at the cave, and when the hunters come back, we tell stories of past hunts in an oral tradition of history and story telling.
Anyway, I'm glad I stumbled into this place.
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