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Self-sucfiency, Jack of all trades… ie being a man in a world full of Mancy’s

Cill got me to thinking, dangerous pastime, I know, about how men who were not raised up by traditionally masculine men can address their condition and improve their standing among men.

Being good at being a man entails being as independent as possible and reasonable… ie self-sufficient. It is unrealistic for all men to be good at all things, but most men should and can be reasonably good with their hands. A good stiff jab, a hard straight right hand, a wicked hook, a better upper cut, the ability to repair most shit around the house, to keep your rides tuned and road worthy and the ability  to get yourself out of a bind when your ride doesnt behave isn’t an unreasonable skill set to have and will do much to up your man score.

Nor do these things require a massive investment of time, energy and other resources. Lestwise not when you factor in the return on your investment. Basic plumbing class at the local community college is $85. A turd herder will charge you $40-$60 to come out and replace the inner workings of your shitter. Which takes…. 20 minutes & a $20 kit from Lowe’s. Need to replace the seal between your shitter and floor? That’s going to run you over a hondo for a $15 seal. Spark chasers will charge you $25 to replace a $2.50 outlet. Most HAVAC problems are simple as hell if you know a few tricks, go learn those tricks…. $105 at my local community college.  Knowing a tad bit about automobiles will save you time and money, bring you a sense of accomplishment, and keep you from getting fucked over by the slimy versions of mechanics on the big jobs. Hell the school has a 6 week class focused on repairing common mechanical problems with your car on the side of the road.

Knowing how to do these things, even at a rudimentary level, will bring you standing among men and women. As much as popular culture likes to run down these old school markers of traditional masculinity, the world still responses well to traditionally masculine men.  Imagine discussing your weekend plans and how bad ass it will sound when you tell the chumps you are building a deck while they go shopping with their wives…let those bitches hold sone bitch’s purse. You got man shit to do.  Imagine the sense of accomplishment and pride as you learn to rely on yourself more and other men less.

Especially  you nerdy office drone types.

20 minutes from Camp Ton Costal is my county’s community college where you can learn to weld, learn to do those basic repairs to your house, car/ truck, boat or bike. You can learn to sew, learn to cook, learn to make beer, learn to ride a bike, fix a bike and how to do the same things but on boats. Hell you can also learn to fly, do shit with computers, take photographs and get help creating a buiness plan and start your own bidness

Go forth and learn some cool shit and go do said cool shit.

Prepping for a road trip

I’ve been home for to long. To many nights sleeping in a bed is bad for the soul. The road is calling. The solitude is calling. Wind burn, sunburn, the cold, the rain…. the desire to see just one more mile of road, to see what’s around the next curve, to find that perfect spot to camp for the night…

Heading out on a bike for a few weeks isn’t a trek to the Artic Circle, but it does take some planning. Most folks plan routes. I don’t cotton to such things myself. Lest wise not most trips. I have an agenda in mind but no time line. I’m headed South. I want to hit Miami to meet up with a potential business partner, then I’ll run down to the Keys to link up with a dude from my Ranger Batt days. After that? Who fucking knows? I’ll figure it out as we go. We? Me and my Lady Pit will be on the road for 2-3 weeks.

I don’t know how many bike trips I’ve done, so this is routine for me. What will be new is taking the dog and the side car. Oh, and the bike is relatively new to me. I’ve put about 2500 miles on her. It’s an ’09 Electra Glide, 96″ motor, 6 speed transmissio, a 6 gallon tank, I bought it a few months ago just for the trip. I picked this bike because she is stock, which means less vibration, which means less mechanical problems, less fatigue and no searching for aftermarket parts in strange towns when I run into mechanical problems. I wanted an 09 or newer for a few features. 6 speed transmission for one. The 6 gallon tank extends my saddle time between fill ups, an extra concern with this trip because of the weight of the dog and side car. The 96″ motor gives good power and the extra weight hasn’t caused the power plant to struggle at highway speeds. This is also the year Harley made some changes to reduce engine heat. It breaks well, and withought the side car, handles better then my 04. I also wanted stock exhaust. Makes it easier on my doggies hearing, and noise can increase fatigue. I’m feeling my age and the little things adds up these days.

The interwebz has a lot of pre-trip checklists so I won’t speak on that much. Same thing with toolkits, but have one and do the other. Start with fresh tires, breaks and oil. Well not to fresh, but more then 200 miles on them, and hopefully most of those miles on one run. I don’t require a lot of personal gear, I’ve done coast to coast trips with a sleeping bag, tooth brush and ridding leathers. I do carry a fair amount of gear for the bike.

One of the nice things about owning a Harley is options. In this case luggage options. There are kits that will let you get the maximum use out of the limited space in your saddle bags. Use them. I carry a fairly extensive tool kit; with the right aftermarket tool bags they all fit into what would have been dead space in the saddle bags. I also have 2 one gallon fuel cans that also tuck into some not very useful space in the saddle bags. I always carry two quarts of oil, a small bottle of break fuild, Marvin’s Mysrty oil, octane boost, wd40, duct tape and a shit ton of zipties plus three different ways to repair tires along with two ways to inflate my tires. Method #1 is an electric airpump you can pick up at Napa. I have a hand full of air cartridges that you screw into the val stem, takes a couple per tire, but they can get the job done.

I’ll still have room in the saddle bags for my leathers and some water.

I… not sure what you would call them but I have a set of bags designed to sit on top of the saddle bags. I love those things. They are super easy to get on and off the bike and I can get all I need for short trips/ non camping trips into those two bags. Couple of quick releases, they come right off and are easy to carry into the hotel. Toothbrush, couple pair of socks, maybe a clean shirt, sun screen, spare glasses, gloves, long sleeve shirt… all the small things you like to have easy access to while your on the road. You can also fit rain gear in them if your a pussy and use those types of things.sisoursly though, lots of folks love rain great and it’s smart to keep it handy, I have never liked rain gear and would rather put my leathers on. This trip will be mostly camping and everything I want in the tent will be in those bags.

Lots of folks have touring packs/ trunks on their glides. I dislike them for several reasons. I go old school, a nice tall sissy bar, bags and zip ties. These days I have some luggage designed to be used/ strapped to the sissy bar. This is where all the camping stuff and a full face helmet goes.

As a rule, I hate helmets, but a full face helmet is nice to have when it rains. It’s winter time in the South, so I will for sure get rained on. Which is why my socks and what not will be in zip lock bags. Same with the box of spare ammo and mags for my XDM. I’ll also take some under armor in case it gets cold, 2 sets of gloves, hand/ foot warmers and a spare pair of boots

The main topic I wanted to address is camping gear. There is some cool camping shit out there but storage space is limited on a bike, you have the shit you would like to have with you like a towel and a bar of soap and you have shit you absolutely need like moonshine and condoms. Weight is an issue as well, and you need to pack all that shit on your bike in such a way you can get to your stuff in a hurry when you need it and in such a way as it doesn’t negatively affect your bikes balance and center of gravity. Camping in cool places is a big deal to me on this trip. I want to do a little fishing, a little drinking and a lot of sitting around the fire drinking, grilling and singing Johnny Cash songs with my dog so on top of the stuff you need like a tent and a sleeping bag, I want to bring a fishing pole, camping stool, hatchet and some cooking gear.

I’m not going to tell you what gear to buy but I am going to tell you a group of people who have successfully solved the camping gear vs size and weight problem

Backpackers have all that shit figured out. Light weight sleeping bags, light weight tents, stoves, cooking gear, dishes…. they sell all that shit and for less money then the places selling motorcycle gear.

Also I recommend a 2 man tent for the extra space and sleeping bag good to 20F with a poncho liner for extra weight. Saves you money and space and between the 3 things you’ll stay pretty warm even when it’s balls cold

Freedom, Firepower and FuckYeah “(c) 2016 Ton’s Place” ….. The Ton life bitches

The Ton Life is a life long quest for Freedom, Firepower and FuckYeah! (FFPFY) “(c) 2016 Ton’s Place”. … ie Bikes, Booze, Brawls and Bitches. In that order but men age and things change….

What is Freedom, FirePower and FuckYeah! ? FFPFY is the masculine life taken to its limits, the rush men feel when living an unrepentant, unapologetic life of unreconstructed masculine Frame. It’s that combination high of testosterone and adrenaline as you knee drag your 1st corner, pull your 1st big deadlift, land that trophy bass…. it is fleeting and addicting, pushing you toward knee dragging the next corner.’  FFPFY is being fully alive vs the mass of living dead seen shuffling around you. It’s also the only addiction worth having and I reckon all other addictions are a proxy high for the adrenaline/ testosterone combo. Addictions to pussy, booze, pills or cards leave men broken, hollow and shambling around in the same living dead condition as the zombies on Walking Dead or that sparky who lives three doors down.  Addiction to  testosterone and adrenaline may very well lead to a broken body and a short life, but it gives your kids great ways to brag about their Old Man and you damn sure won’t be hollow inside.

Freedom the absence of necessity, coercion, or constraint in choice or action

the quality or state of being exempt or released usually from something onerous               <freedom from care>

the quality of being frank, open, or outspoken

boldness of conception or execution

unrestricted use

Now that’s some scary shit if you are a bitch ( either the kind with a gash or dude without balls). Men doing what they want? Cannot have that. They might drink a little to much, spend some time mudding around their favorite fishing hole, refuse to wear a seat belt or helmet… hell they might even smoke in public and not work those extra 400 hours a year to support some ungrateful bitch I mean loving wife. He might just smoke a little weed, lose some money at cards, not be heard from for three days because his dog is better company then his old lady and kids or because the deer stand more fulfilling then some bullshit job. His employer might have to make a little less money off him, Madison Avenue might not be able to con him into buying shit he doesn’t need, church pews might be a little less full and the man hating preacher out of simps to AMOG, the government might have to do with a little less tax revenue and banks might have to make a little less off their usury…. and bold open non politically correct language might hurt someones wittle feelings…. O the humanity

Sounds an awful like they hate your Freedom because you might choose not to live a life of soft slavery.

FirePower is the military capability to direct force at an enemy…… Firepower involves the whole range of potential weapons. The concept is generally taught as one of the three key principles of modern warfare wherein the enemy forces are destroyed or have their will to fight negated by sufficient and preferably overwhelming use of force as a result of combat operations.

Through the ages firepower has come to mean offensive power applied from a distance……is thus something employed to keep enemy forces at a range where they can be defeated in detail or sapped of the will to continue.

Best definition I’ve read in a while right there but for our purposes a Man’s FirePower isn’t only about the gun in his pocket(though you better have one). It’s about his Frame, the strength of his mind and his iron will.( read G Gordon Liddy’s book Will) A man who values his Freedom doesn’t want to live that life of soft slavery. A man with FirePower will resits that soft slavery. He’ll ignore the shaming language and the man up rants. He won’t be cowed by his boss, he won’t give a fuck what the so called elites have to say, He won’t tip his hat and say yes sir to some petty tyrant with a badge

FuckYeah! isn’t simply an expression of defiance, or a quite resignation toward a job that needs doing. It’s a a statement of excitement. It’s not simply a willingness to engage in risky behavior, or to rebel for the sake of smashing shit. It is a statement full of joy and lust for the challenges ahead. It is not “let’s do this”; it is “let’s roll ’cause this shit makes my cock hard”

It’s difficult to control men who are hooked on testosterone fueled Freedom, FirePower and FuckYeah……resistant to manipulation, difficult to control, difficult to predict, primal and bordering on the feral….. which is why nice guys, the nanny state and women fear it.. Want to know why they beat the masculinity out of little boys? It’s because they fear he’ll grow into a man, unbowed, unyielding, wild, free and dangerous.  Weak men and women are driven by fear and their need to control life around them to offset their fear.

Don’t let the bitches win; don’t let them turn you or your son or the dudes in your crew into bitches.

This post fueled by moonshine, homemade muscadine wine and the two sexy ass bitches singing in my shower

always double book

I am helping a friend transition from failed marriage to semi professional whore wrangling, (frequent event with my peers) and things are going well for him. He is a decent looking guy, fit and has a Harley. It hasn’t been a difficult transition for him, mostly he needed a crash course on how combat dating works and some better marketing. More fun, less serious. All of which is once again pretty typical for my peer group, but most guys struggle accepting one or two aspects of the modern combat dating life

One area he wasn’t really picking up on was placing a premium value on his time. The other has been taking certain things too personal. Like how often chicks flake.

Anyrate, he hits the tender and is doing well. Seems to me when you are the new guy on a dating app/ website you have about a 30 day grace period where girls are happy to talk to you simply because you are the new guy in town. So to speak

As we know, girls flake like its their full time job, and for more reasons then I care to get into. Its up to a man to deal with it like a boss. The “traditional” MGTOW response to typical female behavior (TFB) is to avoid females. My response? Put more bitches in your rotation. The deeper your batting roster, the less likely you are to put up with bullshit just to keep getting your dick sucked.  If one turns bitchy, you dump her and spend more time with one of the other chicks in your rotation or spend the free time looking to fill her time slot with a new girl.

Also chicks are more likely to flake the more valuable the time slot ie Friday and Saturday nights.

Double booking dates is one way to place a high value on your time. The best pool of 20 year old hotties is a little over an hour from where we live. Getting up there to be flaked on will take at least 2.5 hours of your life. Time you can never get back.  Being on a bike helps offset such time sinks. It’s a nice ride from our little town to what passes as a big city but really damn near any hobby is a decent way to double book, especially when you are building your rotation. Let’s say you want to… try out a new whisky bar. Book a date for the event. Worst case she no shows and you have a good time at a new spot. Same would apply to whatever. Like train museums? Put the date in the same general area. She flakes? Who gives a fuck you’re off to check out the trains….. Or whatever dudes like. Could be a Gander Mountain or a bass pro shop or a boat shop…  Sporting events are also a great way to double book your time. If you planned on going to XYZ bar to watch So and So fight, doesn’t really matter if she flakes or not the fight is always there for you.

Of course the best way to double book is with a second bitch. On a good day neither flake and you get to bang two( or more) chicks in a single day…..

 

Any rate my friend finally doubled booked a Saturday. The girl with the early time slot flaked on him, though she did so early enough for him time to adjust his plans. In this case he adjusted his plans by telling the girl in the later time slot he was available sooner then expected… and he banged her a little later on that day

 

Point to all of this is?… This is the 1st time he’s had a girl flake on him and it didn’t fuck with his Frame. Not only did it not fuck with his mind about the 1st time slot, his Frame was good enough to pull off banging a new chick. That’s tight. Good game ie good tactics for arranging your life almost always leaves you on the mental upswing and normally, if you set things up correctly, you still come out on top. Even if it isn’t in the manner you suspected. This is one of them lessons from Game that should be applied to all areas of a man’s life

Double bonus; because he had a second date lined up, he took the 1st girl flaking out on him like a boss, which got her to reschedule and he banged her Monday night

 

That’s how its done. Like a boss

 

 

winter in NC

Last weekend RJ and I rode somewhere in the 500 mile range. Now this was early February and we started on the 6th, a Friday. The ride down to Ft Fisher was a bit cold and I put on the max amount of snivel gear, but we didn’t need anything more then riding leathers for the rest of the trip.

Now I have been to Ft Fisher a few times before, but I was hoping this early in the year we’d pretty much have the place to ourselves so I could practice taking photos and we mostly did. Photography is an extremely perishable skill set despite being pretty well trained in it.

Visiting these battlefields is a surreal experience for me. When ever I visit a place my people we defeated I cannot help but be sadden at the loss of liberty, life and property inflicted on us by a power mad people who’s lusted for tax revenue more then they valued the lives of Southern men, women and children. The damnyankees have done an outstanding job covering up their war crimes and cries for genocide of Southern Whites. The idea of limited government was forever destroyed when my forefathers where killed and defeated, their farms burned, women raped and land sold off for a fraction of the value.

Course their lust for cheap labor has pretty much meant their demographic replacement, though those who replaced them picked up the yankee’s ways surprisingly quick.

By the time the damnyankee made it to North Carolina it was all over but more crying so all our local battlefields are solemn places to me

 

There is a military rec center there so it cost us like $30 to rent a cabin. This is my favorite time of year for our coast, and rooms are as low as $35 a night for an ocean view.

Here is a little info about Ft Fisher.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fort_Fisher

http://www.nchistoricsites.org/fisher/

http://www.ncaquariums.com/fort-fisher

 

The South was Right is a must read, though I don’t care for his tone in many places (playing the victim card always makes you sound like a pussy and a commie) but it’s an important 1st stop in understanding what really went down.

http://www.amazon.com/South-Right-James-Ronald-Kennedy/dp/1565540247/ref=sr_1_1/190-8743565-8399959?ie=UTF8&qid=1423921606&sr=8-1&keywords=south+was+right

 

The Real Lincoln should be on that list too. The damnyankees have made a demigod out of a blood thirsty tyrant who was beholden to the yankee business elite of the day who themselves could not survive without the tax code which transferred wealth from the South to the North or compete against a low tariff nation next door to them

http://www.amazon.com/The-Real-Lincoln-Abraham-Unnecessary/dp/0761526463/ref=pd_bxgy_b_img_z

The book, War  Crimes Against Southern Civilians is another must read. Its hard for most folks to understand the truth of what was done because the damnyankee has done such an excellent job of controlling the narrative

http://www.amazon.com/War-Crimes-Against-Southern-Civilians/dp/158980466X/ref=pd_sim_b_6?ie=UTF8&refRID=1NY8T3BZZKB579D0ZEHA

Some photos from my trip

inside the old fort

inside the old fort

close up of the artillery

close up of the artillery

damnyankee's view

damnyankee’s view

a view of what's left

a view of what’s left

monument to our dead

monument to our dead

same monument from a different view

same monument from a different view

dread game an intorduction

I have this friend RJ who I’ve talked about before in  https://tonsplace.wordpress.com/2014/08/26/economics-of-motorcycles-and-alphaness/ RJ is working his way back into the SMP after a long and unsuccessful marriage. Once again he is the kind of man women say they want which puts him in the semi average frustrated chump category. He is typical for my circle of acquaintances in that he is a combat vet (airborne infantry), fit, fiscally sound etc and yet struggling to get by in a tough market because he is reluctant to go full Red Pill or travel to better hunting grounds.

 

His soft 8, Blondie, is starting to give him fits by upping the number of shit tests, mostly around how many other women he has, which is 0. Sadly. On the upside, her constant asking about other women is a pretty good sign she wants to lock him down and is worried he will pull something younger and hotter. RJ isn’t dumb enough to remarry so no worries there but he is still learning to read women, how to pass the various shit tests that come his way and I suspect leading with his wallet simply because he wants to do small, nice things for a girl who he digs while she is having money trouble. Hes a nice guy and nice guys finish last…. or don’t even make it to the starting line up. One problems is we don’t know if she wants to lock him down because she thinks he is an alpha among alphas or because she is looking for beta bucks. She is at that lane changing age, despite retaining a goodly portion of her looks. It doesn’t require much cash to fall into her beta bucks cross-hairs.  The only way to answer our question is to know how much time she spends looking for a bigger and better deal vs time spent annoying my friend about hid “other women”, which the knowing is pretty much impossible. Any which way, a woman doesn’t worry about being a side piece or him having side pieces if she doesn’t view him as somewhat alpha, good with women etc. Even if she has you in the beta bucks cross-hairs she will only worry about you having other gals if she views you as capable of pulling other chicks. If you believe most of what women say and do stems from projecting what they would like to do etc if they were men….. well it gives you a real unseemly insight to the fairer sex

Further complicating matters is women are inherently dishonest. Speaking in code means they often never speak the full truth or discover the full truth from others because they don’t ask direct questions. Often lie to themselves more then any one else… they are convoluted not complex. The whole thing is a mess and the best way to deal with their deceptive business practices is by not fully investing in a woman, which allows you to evaluate them in a more rational manner vs through a fog of sex induced haze. This is something RJ understands even if he doesn’t fully act on it

 

Anyrate a little more then a week ago, Blondie starts sending RJ texts about how she has this gut feeling RJ has other irons in the fire. I told him to deny it all which worked for about an hour. Then she asked via texts how many other women he had, and stated she was not angry etc but wanted to know…. yea that’s a set up and he fell for it texting her back with the number 0. At least it was a very short reply

Peace reigns for a few days then she asked him to come clean about women on the side and who they are. My standard answer to this is to rattle off names of famous, wealthy yet unattractive women… former 1st ladies of the united states of america makes a great answer…. yea I am banging Lura Bush, Hilary Clinton and Barber Bush when her hip is up for a good pussy pounding. Agree and amplify with a ridiculous set of options. Normally this brings me a goodly amount of peaceful days and gets them to laughing but in Blondie’s case it bought RJ a day. Less than.

The next day she texts about wanting to refrain from sex until she feels more secure….. what the fuck sense does that make? They have already been fucking for months and I tell him not to respond to that text. Instead he went for a 4 day ride with me. We rode out to Wilmington NC, down to Ft Fisher, then up to Top Sail Island before riding North Carolina’s Crystal Coast. Amazing ride. During the ride she texts him, he ignores her for the most part and pretty much tells her he’s on his bike clearing his head and thinking about their relationship….. insert dramatic music here. Think about what is going on with Blondie’s hamster. With no consultation and no warning, RJ went on a 4 day ride with a man known for keeping women in an open harem….. to think about the relationship…. women don’t like it when me think in solitude… they fear men thinking without feminine influence guiding their reckonings and to hang out with a man who can pull ass implies RJ can pull ass as well….. anyrate Blondie’s hamster was probably spinning itself to an early grave and she texts some bullshit about wanting to be just friends…. RJ tells her no, no friends stuff. Its a sexual, romantic relationship or nothing….. Blondie goes radio silent for a day then texts again…

Blondie: how many irons do you have in the fire

RJ: 150

radio silence all day Sunday

 

Monday comes around and she texts RJ: when will you be in town

RJ: late Monday

Blondie: oh. This will sound strange but I wanted to have sex today

RJ: I’ll be in town by 4; pick you up @ 9

Her: can I stay at your place until you get home

RJ: radio silence picks her up @ 930

 

Next day she texts him about how great the sex was and that she had to masturbate during work because thinking about him got her to hot to concentrate. Even sends him photos of the marks he left on her store bought D cups.

 

Dread and frame control brothers. Its like your rifle and body armor. One protects you so you can effectively use the other

Ton’s big news

Well The Shadow Knight nailed it. Girl#1 is pregnant. I…. don’t really know how or what I think/ feel about this.

I want more children but this is a huge risk to her and the child’s health. She was told a long time ago that she was unlikely to bare children, and that any pregnancy would pose a serious risk to her and the child’s health. Because of this, she has been on the pill and I wear raincoats. Murphy’s law in action; anything that can happen will happen; anything that can fail will fail. I also wonder how this will affect the dynamics of things between us and the other two girls. Only time will tell

Mostly I am worried for her and the child. On the upside, the 1st 3 months were the highest risk for the child, which is why she waited to tell me. I get that, I have been hesitant on telling other folks. Like I don’t want to have to tell people if she loses the child. On the down side, the last 3 months are the highest risk for her. We talked about this before and neither of us are fans of murdering the unborn, so we’ll roll the dice and see how this comes up. It eats at me that this is not my battle to fight. I want her to stop working, she doesn’t want to listen to the doctors. Just dumb. We don’t need the money. I will go back to my state side job next month. No down range time until after the baby is born. Maybe not even then. I got my own share of not good medical news and well kids change things. I will pay off the house with in the month. This does mean staying here vs moving to Duplin.This also messes with will, but I’ll get that worked out next month.

Not all my homecomings over the years have been happy. This was a happy one. My daughter and Girl#1 meet me at the airport. We had a late night meal, dropped my daughter off at her place and went home. Girl#1 makes my motor run. I didn’t go without sex while down range, but once I pulled Girl#1 into me it sure felt like I had. The Hell Hounds had other plans so I had to play with the dogs before I could reacquaint myself with Girl#1.
Girl#2 cried when I showed up at her graduation party unannounced. She looks better than ever. Her and Girl#3 have both stepped up their Girl Game. I had a good time there. No one from their work showed up so we were free to be a family of 4. We had to switch waitress in the middle of the party. I told our waitress she couldn’t leave as she was the best looking gal on the staff and I didn’t want an ugly chick bringing me booze. I talked her into lining up a few other waitresses so I could pick our replacement. The wait staff laughed pretty hard but some of Girl#2’s SIW type friends were offended. Also funny, but the moral of that story is….. you can get away with damn near anything if you do it with a grin on your face and a smile in your eyes. Girl#3 helped me pick out our new waitress. She rocks

I also attended a ball with Girl#3. This was a work event for her and our 1st one on one event. She looked fabulous in her red cocktail dress with her new found skillz in makeup and hair fixing. Girl#3 use to be a strap hanger, along for the ride because of Girl#2, but that is no longer the case. I got all slicked up and charmed the panties off the women at the ball. Think I upset most of the dudes there, which I pretty much counted on. She is in most beta of branches and I seem to upset betas just by breathing

Otherwise it has been daily life. I shot two dove, lost my ATM card, replaced the battery in a bike and the Cobra, the Cobra’s convertible top won’t move…. Caught 0 fish, saw 0 deer and the one bear I saw was why out of range. Damn bow hunting. Probably the biggest bear I have seen in Eastern NC, but I am not as experienced bear hunter as I would like to be. Figure some deer are probably partying hard on my ATM card.This was our 1st time hunting out of this deer camp. I have a lot of improvements to make #1 being the shed we were living in was way drafty.  I spent two days on my bike. Folks say its too cold, I tell them their genital is too small. Now its time to work on the Christmas decorations