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To: Solon who wrote (6480)	2/11/1999 9:13:00 PM
From: Blue On Black	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 12754

Solon, Your post caused goose-pimples to arise in places that I didn't know that could happen anymore...as jaded as I have become. Please PM about a the time frame for your DR. US. You don't think....is it possible...too terrible to contemplate... Let me tell the tale. They found him there. They had to use fingerprints to be sure who it was.... It was a harmless past-time, unless you happened to be a prairie dog. The landowners encouraged people to come practice their shooting. In Spearman, we knew the two prairie dog towns as 'New York' and 'Chicago'. New York encompassed two whole sections while Chicago took up only one section. Land useless for farming and, in particular, ranching due to the infestation of prairie dogs. Everyone that tried to use the land complained of the broken legs on cattle and, even more often, the expenditure of horse-flesh and human flesh that was broken trying to retrieve assets from such ground. Kids were encouraged to take their .22s and plink at anything that moved. There was metal everywhere. There was not much to tell you that he had once held a rifle...except the butt section.... It was a just a normal summer day in the Texas Panhandle when I first met 'Doc'. Several of us were biking out to Chicago to do some plinking when we saw him at the old cemetery out towards Gruver. He was tall and had eyes that burned into you...rather feverish looking. Intense and distant, at the same time. We stopped to check the new kid. HE was holding a .243 which made us envious. After talked awhile and told him of the adventure of the day, he offered to ride along with us and plink a few prairie dogs. The barrel was mushroomed back like someone tried to make a whisk out of it. The fragments were buried in what was left.... We were impressed with 'Doc'. He seemed to have the knack to snuff prairie dogs at any range. We all vowed to have a little more fire-power at our next outing. I think we all did have the next time. We used our 'Dads' .222s and .223s to 'really reach out there'. We felt like divine beings delivering death. Then Doc showed us how to 'X' bullets to really increase fragmentation. It was wonderful. every individual bone in the face was broken from the blast... After several outings, 'Doc' said we should try for 'pink-misting'. That is: to vaporize anything we hit. He showed us how to drill bullets and use mercury to make 'explosive' bullets. All of us young Texas youths were impressed with his killing acumen and marksmanship. Then he began to talk of ways that seemed insane. No one much wanted any part of it...but Melvin seemed to be taken in by those glowing eyes.... The casket was closed. His mother took it real hard. She wanted to see her son before he was lowered into the hard, Texas ground... Doc began to tell what would happen if we could find some cordite or blasting caps and use that material instead of mercury. Most of us had seen enough of such materials to know that it was insane to think of in a rifle. Melvin seemed to think it was hilarious to think of a shoulder-fired rifle as a mortar. 'Doc' was afire with the idea. We had access to the material.... 'Doc' wasn't there for the funeral. I Always wondered about that. The last few weeks of Melvins life, they seemed to be closer than a covey of quail...but he never showed. I don't think that I saw him again after the funeral...but I still remember those eyes... It has haunted me. It couldn't be could it? lee

To: Solon who wrote (6480)	2/11/1999 10:15:00 PM
From: Rainy_Day_Woman	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 12754

Poor Solon~ the old dead animal trick. he uses it all the time. buys those damn dead skunks and squirrels from various hunters, plants them in the house and sets it on fire. over insures the houses and collects huge amounts of money. seed money for his infamous BRDB. i believe his parent deserted him when he started charging them room and board. well maybe desert isn't the right word. just plain couldn't afford to live with him. i believe Druss still goes and visits them once a year at the poor house when he goes over the books. after all he does own it, a tax write off/shelter. i know most people think Druss is hard, but his Uncle Gekko is very proud of him. writes him all the time from prison. and Solon, i'm sure he will be visiting you :-) foxy

To: Solon who wrote (6480)	2/12/1999 8:45:00 PM
From: Druss	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 12754

Solon--I have to say your posts are pretty accurate. There are a few things I differ with. I don't want souls, I was always content with money. I do remember you from childhood, gigging poisonous snakes and other childhood games. But Best Friends? really now, I will admit there was a time when everyone in school wanted to be your friend and I was not an exception, it was when you used information from chemistry class to make a still, remember? And when you used the same class to make some explosives we all did until we saw you were a little ummm...shall we say free and easy with them (did the eyebrows ever grow back?). However you were always a puzzle to me, your latest post on the rifles is a good example. How could I or anyone else scorch your soul if I had them? Unless of course your soul is possessed by a 'Royal Arms Double Square Bridge Magazine Express Rifle'. Puzzle would be a good word for how I viewed you as a child. I recall you always walking around talking to that damned purple puppet. I never could figure that out (my thanks to Jerry Falwell for finally clearing up that mystery). Druss