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To: Druss who wrote (6078)	9/23/1998 10:49:00 PM
From: Blue On Black	Respond to of 12754

Druss, Speaking of blood and gore, I think I may come visit you for a year or two...if I can't wangle, beg, or whine an invitation out of the Kaptain or Solon. I am hoping for an invitation out of them since it involves an international border and cold country but you will definitely do...if you can stand the serious risk involved. You judge. Preliminary info: It is Atomic Dog Sauce making season. I spent the evening slicing habaneroes,chiles,jalapenoes, and such for my 'warming sauce'. I forget that it penetrates the skin and makes touching eyes or any other sensitive area a forbidden thing for several days. I cleaned the kitchen and showered and then wandered back to see what the wolf was doing. She was busy and expressed a degree of tiredness and tightness around the shoulders and back. Being the kind, considerate husband that I am, I got some lotion and warmed it in my hands so that the coolness would not be a shock and then rubbed her shoulders and back. After a few moments, she expressed a degree of discomfort...I don't want to go into details on how she verbally expressed that discomfort. For the more urban people, if you have ever listened to the chipper/shredders that the power company sends to remove limbs and such from around power lines, you can imagine what I am hearing now. There is an occaisional wet sound as she finds some living creature in the woods that surround the house. (I suspect Larry will recognize it as a sound similar to a Pekinese going through a 727 turbine). At present, the sounds are still moving away from me. When I hear the sounds start returning, I shall load into the pickup and search for greener...or at least, less bloody, surroundings. Awaiting invitations, lee

To: Druss who wrote (6078)	9/24/1998 1:20:00 PM
From: Solon	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 12754

"Jago got into our ice chest and was devouring our stock of hot dogs when Sandy saw it and went over to run him off and Jargo bit him and went back at to eating. Sandy looked over at us and said, "Stand well back, he cain't get away with that." As we backed away Sandy dove right into that dog. The two of them were rolling all over and both of them were snarling. After about 30 seconds of intermingled dust, dog, and man, Sandy ended up on top holding Jargo down and choking him. He kept choking until Jargo quit moving and got up and came over to us. Druss, I'm beginning to understand the Southern Way: Choke the bejeesus out of anything that moves OR How to win through blunt force! I remember when I was about 8 years young. We were setting up to butcher about 20 hogs. Got them cornered in an old shed about 25x25. Using post malls and the blunt end of the ax, my dad and a couple of older brothers entered the fray. I remember my brother's face was chalk white. Sometimes the axe would twist accidentally or strokes would be wild. The worst of it all was the pandemonium, the terrible screaming and the continuous racing as they fought to find escape. Imagination is not adequate to experiencing the sheer horror of that scene. It made holding the chicken on the block seem like a damn good job. Go ahead...cut off my hand... When you mentioned Sandy snarling at Jargo, I thought...this man would have been a great hired hand... Like castration...this was simply another chore that had to be done. I've always been grateful that I never had to wield the axe for makin bacon. I think I might have failed. And if you can't do what needs to be done on a farm...well, you might as well let the rest of the world feed you. useless...or the next thing to it I was somewhat reluctant to post this but why avoid the real world? (I gotta tell ya about one of our lightning killed cows; how us kids would hide in the old skeleton after the maggots had done their job. Another sight BTW, that is not so pretty) Do you think this reminiscing is healthy? I hope so?!