Dragonslayer

No Death wish, I'm not afraid of Dying I'm afraid of not living.

Puc, apparently you and I have a lot in common.

I agree with you on every point except this has got to be the closet that man will come to flying. [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5N9t5qOSzCU]The best wing suit /skydive from you tube PART1 - YouTube[/ame]

I'm often asked the same thing especially when people are aware of the near fatal accident I had in 1971. I've spent a lot of time contemplating my answer and I offer the following of why I ride. 1. All the reasons stated above. 2. I have realized that motorcycling has defined my life even during the 36 years that I didn't ride. 3. Just about everything about me and who I am is a direct or indirect result of motorcycling. 4. It means a lot to me to live my life freely and without fear.

Puc, That's special. How come I never have finds like that? I guess I would if I started looking. Don't do like a Buddy of mine that ended up with a police special. He thought it would be cool to get a two tone half shell helmet until he took his first ride to find out everyone in front of him would lock down on the breaks and start doing 25 MPH as soon as they saw him in in the rear view.

That's what I said on an earlier thread. But, They don't seem to want to take the advice. I guess it's easier to b!tch and complain than move. I get that.

I feel so sorry for all of you (Ya'll) up North. Not only do you have to wait out the snow but, in addition you have to wait out the salt from the winter road service.

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:fiddle:Do, Do, Do.........Another one bites the dust:whistling:

ADD= Attention Deficient Disorder :stickpoke:Why can't you pay attention?

and leading to his demise

Rocky's demise

Rocky's story continued again....... Back then I was doing a lot of carousing, drinking and chasing women so I probably was not the best mentor and role model for anyone. But, I did love that squirrel and missed him with all of my heart. I thought I would never see him again until about a year later I was visiting a friend a couple of subdivisions over and I ran across Rocky's lifeless body......... To be continued.......

Thanks for that Bobby, That was great.

Rocky's story continued....... So, any way....... Our relationship was never quite the same. At that time my oldest son and I lived in a condo with Rocky. Living with a squirrel, we were careful to look out for him while coming and going. There had been occasions when Rocky ran out an open door to freedom but, when called he always came home. For about a week after the vasectomy Rocky seemed to mope around the house and did not seem very warm to me or my son. A week later Chris ran to his car to get something out of it leaving the front door standing wide open. Rocky exploited the opportunity and bolted out of the door and ran up the closest pine tree. Immediately realizing that Rocky bolted I went out to call him home. He was sitting on a limb about 20 feet off the ground laughing at me the way squirrels do and flipping me off with his tail the way squirrels do. I'm sure you can visualize his demeanor. Rocky would not come down the tree no matter how hard I pleaded. Then a few minutes later he jumped from tree to tree toward the horizon and I never saw him again......... To be continued......

Don, I'm not one to make assumptions but, I had a feeling. I'm just glad that it isn't because you were going to bail on this site for a Harley site. I've seen how you act with your wife and have seen the comments posted on face Book and can glean from that how much you love Eileen. I truly believe Love is the glue that holds all things together and as well as the Love Agape from our creator. You and Eileen are loved, liked and respected by our Venture family and I feel I share the emotions of many here when I say: "We have always been here for you if you need us, and we do so respecting your privacy." There will be other times for us to meet & eat together again in the future and I for one truly look forward to that day. Give Eileen a big hug from all of us and God bless you. Bob The Dragonslayer

Years ago I had a pet squirrel, I found it on a job site as a baby and coaxed it on to my shoulder with a french fry. The squirrel imprinted with me and from that point on Rocky and me were inseparable. As a juvenile squirrel he was cute and a fun pet to have. He would travel around with me in my shirt pocket. He would even go with me to the local bar where he was a big hit and quickly made friends with the entire establishment patronage. Talking about a Babe magnet, when you walk into a bar with a squirrel in your pocket, women notice you. He quickly learned how to eat the fruit out of cocktails, drink scotch out of a shot glass and chew on cigarette filters which made it look like he was smoking. I never lit them of course but it was cute. I had no problem taking Rocky everywhere with out any restraints because he would always come to me when I called him. All was good until Rocky became an adult squirrel. As a adult squirrel he became very destructive. It is a basic instinct and nature of squirrels to chew up anything made of wood, rubber or plastic to dust. I woke up one morning to find a fountain in the kitchen when Rocky had chewed a hole in the little rubber elbow where the water line goes into the ice maker on the back of the refrigerator. Another morning I found all the smashed coffee cups on the ground where Rocky had chewed up the wooden pegs on the wall that the cups were hanging on, one by one. Seeking some way to curb Rocky's destructive nature I talked to a local vet that specialized in small mammals. She told me that she could neuter the squirrel and that would decrease his destructiveness. She went on to say, that it would cost about $100.00 and I could drop Rocky off on the way to work one morning and pick him up on the way home that evening. It sounded like a plan to me, so that's what I did. I will never forget that day when I went to pick him up. The vet handed him back to me wrapped up in a little squirrel sized blanket in a a shoe box. As I looked at poor little Rocky wrapped up in that little blanket in that shoe box I can't help but remember the look of disdain he gave me like " You did this to me you S.O.B." From that point on, our relationship was never the same. To be continued..........

Chabicheka, With all due respect. We've tried the humane way and it didn't work. Last year my next door neighbor/landlord trapped over 30 Squirrels in a have-a-heart trap and hauled them to county parks to live out their lives. They either found their way back or 60 new squirrels moved on to the property to replace them. At least when you send them to meet their maker that particular squirrel will not be back. In my mind these are not cute furry little creatures, they are tree rats (Rodents) and are a pest and a nuisance. I have the same moral commitment to them as I would a rat in the house. It amazes me how we as humans think about animals. Squirrels are cute because have a fuzzy tail, rats are not because they don't. They are all cousin rats to me. I disagree that their population can't be thinned out and managed.That is simply not true. That just goes against the grain of all wildlife management programs that have ever been developed. Like mosquitoes they can be managed. If that were not true, the Panama Canal would never have been built. I work for the health department who as well as many other programs manages the mosquitoe abatement program. We have an ongoing problem with West Nile Virus which is carried by mosquitoes. There is definitely strategies in place to eradicate mosquitoes. As far as my screen name goes, the word dragon in it is meant to be symbolic of all the problems and issues that torments our lives. Dragonslayer is a problem solver if you will. Squirrels certainly fall into that category as far as I'm concerned. So, there is no need to be messing with my screen name. P.S. Oh yea, I doubt these particular squirrels were here before my house was. My house is over a hundred years old I don't believe that squirrels normal live spans is anywhere close to that. Just saying

You can pick your car. You can pick your spouse. You can pick your nose. But, you can't pick your neighbors. Case in point: Dog walking neighbors are the worst kind of citizens. I see and can appreciate how folks love their pets. I’m not heartless; I have a female Brindle named BB that I love with all my heart. I get it, pets do add to the quality of life with their unconditional love they give their owners. I also have no issue with folks getting out and walking their pets for fun an exercise. We even have one neighbor that walks their Capuchin Monkey. My issue is with dog walking neighbors with ulterior motives. I’m talking about those inconsiderate neighbors that walk their animals a few doors down just so their pet can do their business in someone else’s yard. Then scurry home without a care. Now my dog BB stays in her own yard and has her favorite spot in the back of the yard where she does her business. I know, I’ve seen her do it. And, when the rain comes it washes away. On occasion when not able to make it to her spot she sometimes drops a bomb in an inconvenient spot. When that happens, I just scoop it up and add it to the garden soil. That seems to make the tomatoes grow bigger. But we don’t burden our neighbors with our dirty business. :whistling:Dog walking neighbors everywhere Stopping in his yard without a care Ignoring psycho Dads evil stare Dropping their smelly bombs everywhere Psycho Dad… Psycho Dad:whistling: :whistling:The garden hose is a useful tool For dispersing all the gooey stools Believing in the Golden Rule The next one by will get the juice Psycho Dad…. Psycho Dad:whistling:

We had a Yorky one time that died that way... I've ruled out poison

Thought about that but, the .22 cal report is probably too loud for my close neighbors.

Thus, the snipers nest inside the house out of view. Out of view, Out of mind.

There is a brand new 500k urban mansion that has just been built next door to my house. When the house was built the builder built a very attractive and neighborly wooden privacy fence along the property line. I appreciate that because I do believe that good fences make for good neighbors. However, I managed to pop a SQUIRREL on the top of the fence that ran down the fence line about 2o yards before falling over in the neighbors back yard. Beyond retrieval range. I felt bad about that. For a minute.

I usually enjoy watching the birds. We have several colorful song birds that live in our yard. We even have a nesting pair of Red Crested woodpeckers that I believe are on the endangered species list here in Georgia. I don't harass them and have placed bird houses around the yard to encourage them to stay. I haven't really intentionally started feeding them but, I do notice they seem to enjoy the Squirrel bait. I do from time to time throw the Red Tailed Hawk a meal or two in hopes that he will hang out and start doing his job and assist me with my squirrel problem. However, There is this one rather large, not necessarily attractive brown bird that lives in the hedge row along side of where we park the cars. This particular bird has made it a habit of targeting the door handles of mine and my son's car. He has also become very talented at hitting the wind shield on the drivers side right at eye level. Did I mention that this is a rather large bird and therefor his missiles are somewhat larger than normal.This is not an occasional accident. This is a daily well planned and executed intentional attack by this bird. He is now on my hit list. Shinny clean cars don't stand a chance While this bird lives at the fence Retribution is close at hand and will be dispensed Psycho Dad...... Psycho Dad

Original submitted by Cowpuc: Neighbors watchin with an evil stare:no-no-no:,,, why - Psycho Dad dont even care:fiddle:,,, tasty squirrel meat everywhere:cool10:,,,, Pyscho Dad:hihi:,,, Pyscho Dad:hihi: Fry em up in a cast iron pan:witch_brew:,, we'll gobble em down as fast as we can:fatsmiley:,, Bob put a dent in the ol squirrel clan:thumbsup:,, Pyscho Dad:hihi:,, Pyscho Dad