***Tall Tales II***

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Ad Astra got me thinking about the last tall tales thread ;) . I almost bumped it, but I don't want to be accused of necromancy, for although it had some funny stuff, it also had some stuff that probably should't be brought up again right now. So, let's start a new tall tales thread--one to put the old one to shame! I'd start it off, but to tell you the truth, my life has been a bit of a tall tale lately, and I don't want to get into autobiography right now :rolleyes: . Somebody else do the honors--munk? Danny? Howard? Maybe I'll add something later.
 
What? :eek:
You want that I should pull everybody's leg again? :rolleyes: :p :D ;)
I sure had 'em going with that mountain lion story ainnit? :D
 
One time I wuz huntin in arfica cause my daady ones a piece of land their.
Anyweigh, there was this wild animal called a hernia that came into owr camp and tried to steal our snausages.
I saw him frist and thu my kukeri at him.
The kukrui bounced off a tree and came back at me.
I cot it mith my fingers and thru it again.
It stuck in his neck and fell over ded.
I didnt bring back any trophies tho cuz we werent allowed to cause of the war.

Anywaze, when I came back to Merika, I didnt have my krokri.. Turns out that the dum guy in arfic customs took it and they thot it was a bomb!
My brother is in the FBI and he told me they wanted to arrest me cause I tried to hijack the plain, but HE told em it was ok so Im ok.

Now I practice throwin my krukri all the time just in case of a big dog attacke me or something liek a wolf or a mountain lyin or somethiong bigger.

My dad said that killed a large wolf with a kurukri in the 70's, but he was a big crackhead in the 80's, so im not sure its a real memory or just somethin he saw on TV.
I was born in 1986, so maybe the craque had somethin to do with my extra lip and me havin one ball.
Does anybiosdy else here only got one ball?
It works, i guess, but i think its lonely.
 
Danny, I couldn't top that one in a million years:D Thanks for a great start to the day:)

jake
 
Sorry Josh, I can’t oblige. I’m not much for tall tales. I don’t hold much truck with liars. The way I see it, this forum is for talking about khukuris. There is a wealth of experience here, and the legitimate purpose of the forum is to share that experience with people new to the curved blade.

For instance, people often wonder about the utility of the khukuri to do real work. How can it be used, does it stand up to extremes of weather, etc.? Well, I’ve used my khukuri in some unusual situations that might be enlightening to those less experienced.

I live in Western Washington. The nearness of the Puget sound helps to moderate the temperature, and it is quite comfortable all year round. You might think I have little experience with the use of the khukuri in cold conditions, but you would be wrong. It’s just a short hop over the Cascades to Eastern Washington, where the temperatures are extreme and the weather is dry. A lot of farming and ranching goes on over there.

There was a period of time when physicist work was kind of slow over here and I had to get a real job over in Eastern Washington as a ranch hand. It was winter and things got mighty chilly over there. The first job I had was puttin’ in a stretch of barbed wire fence. Of course, I took my khukuri. Me and a fellow name of Joe went out in that cold to tackle the job. The ground was frozen hard and my khukuri came in mighty handy chipping up the top layer of frozen soil so we could set the posts. Once we got through the frozen layer Joe would hold a post and I would give the top a big smack with the flat of my khukuri to set the post. The system worked well and Joe decided he was going to get himself a khukuri too just as soon as he could get on the phone to Uncle Bill.

After we had set 4 or 5 posts and I was chipping up the soil for the next one, my khukuri broke through into a big hollow in the ground. Joe and I peered inside. It was a crevice in the columnar basalt that is common in the area. A long narrow crack. As we looked more carefully we could see rattlesnakes. Lots of them. It was a rattlesnake den! They weren’t moving though. It was too cold.

Joe and I pitched in a couple of pebbles to see if we could make them move. They didn’t move. In fact they kind of rang when the pebbles hit them. It finally struck us that those rattlesnakes were frozen solid. Now, rattlesnakes in a den are usually all coiled and mixed together, to stay warm. These were in a narrow crack so they couldn’t coil together. They were all straight and stacked like cordwood, which may be why they froze. We started pulling those straight frozen rattlesnakes out of the den. We must have got 200 or so. They were big ones too. As long as our fence posts.

I think it was Joe who had the idea of making a name for ourselves by saving the boss money on fence posts by using them snakes. We gave it a try. Joe would hold the frozen snake, rattle down, and I would whap him on the head with my khukuri, driving him into the ground. The tapered tail made them easier to drive than the metal fence posts. We put in quite a stretch of rattlesnake fence before we ran out of snakes.

The boss was mighty pleased with our resourcefulness, for a few days. Then we got a heat wave and the sun came out. Temperatures soared into the 40’s. Wouldn’t you know it, them snakes woke up. Took off with a good mile of barbed wire, they did. The boss was mighty mad when he saw that missing section of fence. Ended up firing me and Joe, after giving us a good chewing out. Said I wasn’t fit for honest labor, so’s that’s why I went back to being a physicist.

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Now, why don’t you guys get back to telling real facts like these about khukuris, and give up this notion of lying to people. Truth is always the best policy, I say.
 
DIJ : I wish you'd stop calling them chiclets. Yuuuck
Great Story, Howard. (almost forgot to say that)





munk
 
DannyinJapan said:
ahem....


(my chiclet jar is empty)
I got the dreaded,
You must spread some Reputation around before giving it to DannyinJapan again.


:(
 
Me an my neighbor , terrel we was just hangin with Bo out back of da hous , we was bored. We was choppin wood but it weren't too exciting. so we decieded we'd play some mumblypeg to liven things up , we play awhile with my buck knife , Then terrel pulls out this real big knife, he called it a ang khola It 3 whole gosh dang feet long . so's we started playing mumblepeg with that. We was real good so's we only cut a couple of slot in the soles of our boots and cut da overall lags a little. then terrel stuck it right in bo's nike airs, It sounded like a flat tire, it was funne. Then bo was throwin and his likker bottle slipped in his hand . that fool grabbed at the bottle and it made'em miss, sos he said anway. Dang near chopped terrel lag clean off. We ran to that house and got stuff to fix'm up , Ya know the good stuff , a 2x4,duck tape and some super glue. Hell ever body know's you can fix anything with that stuff. So we set to figuaring how to fix up terrel then we started working up a storm cause he had done passed out from loosin to much blood.It wern't tha likker we was sure.... anyway we duck tape his lag to the 2x 4 and sealed 'm up with the super glue , we used so much duck tape we had to go get some more from the seed & feed and wehn we done finished you could hardle see his lag or foot or nothin.... we waited two whole weeks for we checked it, sure nuf it done mended. terrel was dancin a jig when we took the mendin stuff off. Then he fell down and we looked real close and ya know what we done put his lag on backwards...... we had to chop it off again and go though the whole mess again. that dang murphy feller is mean than the devil hissef. terrel was pissed so we gave'm 5 whole gallons of shine and he quite complainin, hard to do that when you done passed out .... we fixed him good cause he won the buck dance contest at the fair last year. we still play mumblepeg wit that big ole knife too and we keep the duck tape handy.
 
Thanks for telling us about that Brantoken. A lot of good pointers there. That should probably go in the safety thread.
 
“Well, we wuz nekkid. Well, not at firs. Firs, we wuz campin at this heah place in da woods dat we no of. It wuz me, Skeeter, an my besstest gurl, Lotta Kooties. So it wuz dark out, cuz it was nite, an’ after the he-in anna she-in that we all wuz up too, we maid up our minds for a skinny-dip. To cool down a liddle before we got back that bottle a shine we wuz workin on.

Anyways I wuz talkin about the snake. I just haddnt got to that part yet. It wuz reel dark cuz they had had theyselves a hurricane bout 2 weeks ago. So we dint have no lantern- it was otta gas- all we had wuz this one little hand-light. And it din’t have no-good batteries in either, no. Jist a kinda orange gleem come out. You could-dint see hardly nuthin. I can tell you this now, cuz ifin I coulda seen anythin, it woulda been that snake.

Where’s Lotta? She kin tell this nex part."

“Skeeter jist hadda go for a swim- well I had just gotten him all hot-n-bothered, like. So he goes down the trail to the crick. Good swimmin, sandy bottom. So just as he’s steppin over this ONE branch, bear-ash nekkid, he says, ‘Lotta, get me that flashy-lite rite quick’ So he shines that lite closer, closer, close nuff to see the cotton-mouth reflect orange offa his open mouth. Well, I swear to see a nekkid idiot like Skeeter squattin over a six-foot ‘moccasin, it just dang beat all. Cept for the time we saw that flyin saucer. Anyways, snake strikes at his dingledangle, misses, an he runs back ta the tent where he gets that dang kooky nife he always has. He thru it at the snake an missed. Snake sees the kooky slidin along the ground an bites it- chomps down on the hannel- an starts slidin’ up the trail at us holdin that dang kooky nife.”

Well, we dint wait around to see ifin he could swing it. We jumped in the truck- still nekkid- and took off outta there. Got stopped by the cops but when they herd about the snake they felt sorry and let us go. Nobody swims there anymore and they call it Dingledangle Creek. Skeeter & me got divorced after he bot about 20 more of them kooky nifes from some Uncle a his.”
 
if them duck tape fellars use duck sauce lik at the chinnese restaurant to make the tape or do they use the whole duck, is it a mallard? er sum other kind, I'ze wonderin what the miricale ingdrdient waz...... we figuare if we cud make likker and sharpen knives right, maken tape couldn't be that hard.......we cud save some money.....
 
Well fellers it be like this. The reason I hate them dammed old Chirukwa Full Tannged handled kookerees is this. I broke one!!!!
Whut did Uncle Bill do? Told me to go to hell, said I couldn't break one in a million years as I wuz so puny and there wuz no way in hell he'd ever give me two. Siad I could just grin and bare it if I didn't like it.
That's when I showed Unckle Bill my arse and told him too kiss it. He thought it wuz the moon. Ever since then people call it "moonin.":grumpy: :rolleyes:

Unckle Bill's and HI's warranty jest ain't wortha tinker's dam!!!!:rolleyes: :p :D ;)
 
You guys might not know it, but I am a finely tuned killing machine.

I have super senses. I can hear a muted TV from two miles away. I can tell the exact ingredients of Orange Julius from a single taste. I can smell a field mouse in heat from across a football field. I can read the Kami's initials on a khukuri placed on top of the Washington Monument from the Lincoln Memorial.

I also happen to be the ultimate knife fighter. I can castrate a flying gnat with my razor sharp ten fullered, triple convexed, gold handled, 40" Ang Kohla. This kerukree was made for me by Arub, Bura's evil, more talented cousin. Arub lives on top of Mount Everest and would only make the knife if I would agree to find a set of Yeti Wool mittens for his boy toy Bob Salisbury. But thats another story. Long story short, I ended up with the ultimate kerkukee and Bob no longer has cold hands when he preforms unspeakable acts on Arub.

Well, todays story brings me to Alaska, where I was attending a Soldier of Fortune convention. I parked my sled and dog team outside of the walrus skin convention hall where the meeting was supposed to take place. I opened the yak skin door and stepped inside to find the most horrible sight imaginable.

I had been tricked into coming here by devious mastermind Lynn Thompson, who sat atop a comm-block armored war mastadon. Aparently he wanted to steal my 40" AK and make a model with Carbon V and Kraton. He charged, but I was able to skillfully dodge the furry beast...the one riding the armored mastadon. He overshot me by one hundred yards, which gave me time to cut his mount in half lengthwise with a throw of my kerkeree. My blade has 7" of cho creep, which serves as a long range throwing sight.

With the mastadon out of the picture, the two of us closed in for some brutal, awkward, fighting. He drew his sword cane and punctured my left ventricle, which spurted blood all over him. The blood froze him solid, and I was able to cut him in half with my Spirit +5 slash.

Weak with blood loss, I staggered back to my sled. I managed to make it all the way back to town because of my Delta SEAL Ranger combat training, and my nine day "How to not bleed to death when stabbed in the left ventricle by Lynn Thompson" course. I returned home and now live with my beautiful wife Johnetta Cade, who I met on these forums.
 
Jebadiah_Smith said:
I returned home and now live with my beautiful wife Johnetta Cade, who I met on these forums.
That does it. I withdraw from the competition. Johnetta Cade indeed! :rolleyes: :eek: :D ;)

Jeb, I tried to give you a rep point for that but I have given out too many in the last 24 hours.:(
 
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