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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"

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It's good to be here but not of here.

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Buffalo are big scary critters. Some farms that I pass raise them for meat, leather, and fur. Buffalo leather being thicker than cow is good for tooled heavy duty instrument straps. They’re things of beauty.

The farm animals look smaller than what I remember seeing on the prairies many years ago. Smaller animals (1000lbs) apparently don’t destroy the plants in the pastures like heavy (1500lbs and up) ones do.

We bought four hats this year made out of Yak wool in Nepal. These are the warmest hats we’ve ever had. Perfect for the cold this year. Yaks are another tough beast. Like lamas, they comb them to harvest the wool.
 
Salt tea with rancid yak butter is a Thing.

The amount of energy necessary for me to reach the Himalaya to sample it is fairly high. And steep. And given free choice would rather explore the Karakorum. But wouldn't say no to a visit with Ama Dadlam.

Leftie writers, on the whole, shun fountain pens (especially if the overhand sort).
 
I’m a lefty that plays instruments right handed. I throw a baseball and catch left handed but bat right. Play hockey right handed. Box left handed. Write left handed.

Very confusing, as I said, neither here nor there.
I was born lefty but broke my left elbow at age 4 1/2 and became(mostly)righty. Some things I do lefty 70 years later, including deal cards, which usually gets me one of these::eyebrow:.
 
Buffalo are big scary critters. Some farms that I pass raise them for meat, leather, and fur. Buffalo leather being thicker than cow is good for tooled heavy duty instrument straps. They’re things of beauty.

The farm animals look smaller than what I remember seeing on the prairies many years ago. Smaller animals (1000lbs) apparently don’t destroy the plants in the pastures like heavy (1500lbs and up) ones do.

We bought four hats this year made out of Yak wool in Nepal. These are the warmest hats we’ve ever had. Perfect for the cold this year. Yaks are another tough beast. Like lamas, they comb them to harvest the wool.
I was sitting on the porch of my wife's family farm in New Hampshire, a good way into a bottle of Wild Turkey 101, enjoying the moonlight reflecting in the bay, when a bloody great buffalo hauled itself out of the sea and started ambling toward me....

It seemed calm enough, and I had no intention of wobbling off into the night to try to escape, so I just stayed sat where I was....

No fast moves blah blah....

It really was a very intimidating creature but, being me, I had to laugh because it had collected a long strand of seaweed on one of its horns...

Anyway....

It stopped about 25 ft short of me....Grabbed a mouthful of cabbages from the garden, turned around and strolled back into the sea.....

I then went into the house and told everyone what had happened expecting to be ridiculed for being half cut and imagining things....

"Happens a couple of times of year"......"Buffalo farm a few miles up the road"....."One gets out every now and then"...

I went back outside and finished the bottle with a grin on my face.....
 
I was sitting on the porch of my wife's family farm in New Hampshire, a good way into a bottle of Wild Turkey 101, enjoying the moonlight reflecting in the bay, when a bloody great buffalo hauled itself out of the sea and started ambling toward me....

It seemed calm enough, and I had no intention of wobbling off into the night to try to escape, so I just stayed sat where I was....

No fast moves blah blah....

It really was a very intimidating creature but, being me, I had to laugh because it had collected a long strand of seaweed on one of its horns...

Anyway....

It stopped about 25 ft short of me....Grabbed a mouthful of cabbages from the garden, turned around and strolled back into the sea.....

I then went into the house and told everyone what had happened expecting to be ridiculed for being half cut and imagining things....

"Happens a couple of times of year"......"Buffalo farm a few miles up the road"....."One gets out every now and then"...

I went back outside and finished the bottle with a grin on my face.....
I'm calling shenanigans. That would be a buffalo ranch.:D
 
Salt tea with rancid yak butter is a Thing.

The amount of energy necessary for me to reach the Himalaya to sample it is fairly high. And steep. And given free choice would rather explore the Karakorum. But wouldn't say no to a visit with Ama Dadlam.

Leftie writers, on the whole, shun fountain pens (especially if the overhand sort).
Himalaya? Isn't that a guy who sets bricks?:smug:
 
Salt tea with rancid yak butter is a Thing.

The amount of energy necessary for me to reach the Himalaya to sample it is fairly high. And steep. And given free choice would rather explore the Karakorum. But wouldn't say no to a visit with Ama Dadlam.

Leftie writers, on the whole, shun fountain pens (especially if the overhand sort).

II you ever see anything made from yak wool, it’s worth serious consideration.

Aren’t there left and right handed wearing in of nib pens? You wouldn’t let a lefty use a pen that a righty uses?
 
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