[pct-l] Buzzworm BBQ

[Mike Chapman]

I cant and wont argue with that,your point is taken. I was a little on
edge,ive been surprised by the reaction to my future hike,and feel the
need to defend myself and my way of life. I guess I was raised in a
different world. You say bufoon,but if I was eye to eye with you,id
say bafoon and nobody would know the difference.

On 1/5/11, jason moores <jmmoores at hotmail.com> wrote:
>
> Gerry,
>
> Have no fear! All good Hikertrash know that natural herbs
>  have magic regenerative powers, make you hike faster and lightens your
> load. A free exchange of idea and herb is welcomed by many on the trail.
>
> Jackass
>
> Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2011 08:48:49 -0800
> Subject: Re: [pct-l] Buzzworm BBQ
> From: gerry0625 at gmail.com
> To: jmmoores at hotmail.com
> CC: pct-l at backcountry.net
>
> Good to hear natrul herbs are not frowned upon.  I wa hoping I wouldn't be
> the only one.
>
> For what ever reason some people feel the need to kill animals when alot of
> time simply removing such animal from the area will get the job done with
> out upsetting anyone.  Would have been a shame if a hiker would have been
> bit, stupid on there part but sounds like they might of had everyones saftey
> in mind and not the snakes.
>
>
> Gerry
> On Jan 5, 2011 12:12 AM, "jason moores" <jmmoores at hotmail.com> wrote:
>>
>> Last year Molasses and I zeroed at Tom's place in Kennedy Meadows ,
>> pitching our tyvek in the yard near one of the trailers(our favorite
>> layover of the summer due to Tom's boundless generosity). Staying in said
>> trailer were two of the trails finest examples of Hikertrash. We had met
>> these gentlemen two hundred miles back and had been leapfrogging for a few
>> weeks. I say this so that ya know that when I say that these fellas were
>> good folk, that it comes from personal knowledge. They were not the evil,
>> murderous scoundrels that they were soon to be seen as.
>
>>
>> So...anyways, one fine afternoon, returning from the bohemian gorging of
>> vittles and dark ale at the K.M. Gen. Store, our intrepid hikers headed
>> for their trailer to rest up for the evenings festivities. Passing near
>> our empty campsite on their return, they stirred up a small rattler.
>> After a short debate they decided that it would be dangerous to leave the
>> serpent unmolested in the vicinity of the thirty or so hikers floppin' in
>> Tom's yard. Most of whose judgement/reflexes were impaired by grog and a
>> pungent smelling herb being smoked out of odd shaped glass pipes in small
>> groups throughout the yard. With a barbaric yalp hiker 1 smote the dragon.
>> Hiker 2 patted his partner on the back and congratulated him on his
>> conquest. Brimming with pride hiker 2 held up the limp body of the
>> buzzworm, yalped in victory and proceeded to boast of the kill to all who
>> drew near.
>
>>
>> Word of the snake's demise ran through the meadow like wildfire. Before
>> long, shouts of protest could be heard throughout the yard. Many hikers
>> were appalled by the actions of hikers 1 &2 - This was a desecration of
>> mother earth. What had the snake done to them? Why did they not remove
>> this fragile creature to a safe place for its protection? I heard murmurs
>> of lynching the culprits, or at the least, a revocation of their
>> Hikertrash credentials. Wow, this was a tough crowd.
>
>>
>> A voice from the mob called out, "Ya gotta eat it, dude!" Many bearded
>> heads wagged in agreement. This surely was the only way to appease the
>> gods.
>>
>> In their humble fashion, 1&2 agreed to consume their kill. The rest of the
>> afternoon was spent skinnin', guttin and choppin. By nightfall the worm
>> was ready ta be cooked.
>
>>
>> It was a fine gathering of Trash around Tom's fire that night. Wine flowed
>> like a river and again I smelt a pleasant pungent odor. Two troubadours of
>> the trail entertained the crowd with strummin and verse. At the appointed
>> hour 1&2 approached the fire with heads bowed. All present were attentive
>> of the ritual before them. A greased cast-iron skillet was produced and
>> the cookin' commenced.
>
>>
>> Being a chef I sat rapt in fascination as the small ivory knuckles of meat
>> sizzled in the pan. It didn't take long for the snake meat to be cooked
>> through. I called out to my friends, "don't over cook it, man."
>
>>
>> Tom leaned forward and said, "let'r cook, ya need ta do rattler well
>> done." The fryin continued....and continued...and continued. Finally the
>> skillet was removed from the fire. The once beautiful flesh had been
>> reduced to gnarled, smokin bits of charcoal. 1&2 produced their blades and
>> commenced eating straight from the pan. Tom smiled wryly, leaned in
>> closer, "how is it?"
>
>>
>> "Crunchy...belch"
>>
>> Epilogue: Moments after eating the blackened snake meat, hiker 1 returned
>> to the trailer, became violently sick and spent the next several days
>> nauseous and with intestinal distress.
>
>> The Moral of this tale: No good deed goes unpunished
>>
>> Jackass
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