[pct-l] Buzzworm BBQ

Wed Jan 5 15:55:44 CST 2011

agreed,

that is probably the most well told trail tail i've heard yet.

~Paul

________________________________
From: Melanie Clarke <melaniekclarke at gmail.com>
To: jason moores <jmmoores at hotmail.com>
Cc: pct-l at backcountry.net
Sent: Wed, January 5, 2011 3:13:19 PM
Subject: Re: [pct-l] Buzzworm BBQ

Dear Jason,

I really enjoyed reading your story!!!!  I know it wasn't exactly
politically correct and I don't think we need "protection from wildlife" we
need "to be educated on living in harmony with wildlife" but it was so cute,
yes, appeasing the nature gods.... I loved it!  You have a gift of story
telling!

Melanie

On Wed, Jan 5, 2011 at 10:36 AM, jason moores <jmmoores at hotmail.com> wrote:

>
> Wow...really man. This is what you took from my story? A story meant to
> diffuse this boring thread, I might add. It's a trail tale, not an
> indictment of some inflated notion of personal rights. Get over yourself. I
> neither directed the story at you, nor argued any position regarding your
> rants.
>
> Since you're not going to let it go, and since my friends are not here to
> "stand up for themselves", I'll do it. Of course they didn't know about
> skinning or eating a snake, why would they. They were on the trail to enjoy
> nature not to kill and consume it. They were secure enough in their
> masculinity to not feel the need to hunt a two foot reptile to prove their
> manliness. They were trying to protect their friends, a more noble and manly
> undertaking than eating snakes.
>
> There may have been some mistakes made by the protagonist of my trail tale,
> but not being proficient skinners wasn't one of them.
>
> As far as the "baffoon" comment: while not being the master hunter and
> protector of personal rights that you most certainly are, I'm sure that they
> were at least able to spell the word buffoon.
>
> I apologize to the rest of the list for continuing this ridiculous
> argument, but there' a jackass in every crowd, and I'm not afraid to point
> them out. It's my "personal right".
>
> O.K., I'm finished with this fool,
>
> Jackass
>
>
>
> > Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2011 07:47:40 -0800
> > Subject: Re: [pct-l] Buzzworm BBQ
> > From: altathunder76 at gmail.com
> > To: vertigelt at gmail.com
> > CC: jmmoores at hotmail.com; pct-l at backcountry.net
> >
> > So because a couple bafoons who didnt know about
> > skinning(allday),eating,and standing up for themselves,all others will
> > now be judged as those bafoons! Good stuff.
> >
> > On 1/5/11, Tom Hudson <vertigelt at gmail.com> wrote:
> > > Awesome story, mate.  And a great way to thwart the back-n-forthin goin
> on
> > > over some remarks I honestly had interpreted to be sarcastic to begin
> with.
> > >
> > > /Tom
> > >
> > > On Wed, Jan 5, 2011 at 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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