The Make My Day Law

[diver-hloc]

Which is why I encourage my boys to study SURVIVAL. I'm very proud of them. They spend many nights in the woods alone. They can catch fish with just a string and whittled wooden hooks. They can start fires without matches. They know how to make simple snares and traps. They know what plants and bark to use for this or that. They typically walk around the farm with whittled spears. LOL

All of it true bro. Rarely has the oldest even held a live gun let alone shoot it. The little bro has never.

My boy is learning how to collect his vegetables and meats from the supermarket... and hopefully, when its time, learn how to pay for it too... :bsmilie:

There's hardly enough Woods/Forest/Jungle left in SG that could feed half our population... but we have plenty of free roaming cats around the neighborhood... which my 2.5yrs old son would chase/stalk and pat... if he could sneak up on one... :bsmilie:

 

[Nikonzen]

A little story for you...

I just last week helped bury my 37 year old best friend Sam. He died of blood cancer. Sam was 100% native American...an Indian. Now Indians are a bit unique. Sam lived at his parents house along with his brother and sisters and many children. Many months ago Sam called me and said come over I want to show you what I bought. I did. It was a pistol. A few months after that he called and said mom is kicking me out. I said what did you do? He said nothing. Well Sam had a drinking problem and I put two and two together and asked do you still have the gun. Yes. You have been getting drunk and firing it. Yes. Well you idiot...you are scaring everyone. Get rid of the gun and she will let you stay. He did and she let him stay. People watch to much tv I tell you.

PS. Sam once lived in the absolutely roughest part of town. One night several gangsters did a hot robbery home invasion of his home. He said he was awakened by the sound of pump shotgun jacking a round and pointed at his head. They took his wallet, his tv, and....his gun. Imagine that.

 

[diver-hloc]

A little story for you...

I just last week helped bury my 37 year old best friend Sam. He died of blood cancer. Sam was 100% native American...an Indian. Now Indians are a bit unique. Sam lived at his parents house along with his brother and sisters and many children. Many months ago Sam called me and said come over I want to show you what I bought. I did. It was a pistol. A few months after that he called and said mom is kicking me out. I said what did you do? He said nothing. Well Sam had a drinking problem and I put two and two together and asked do you still have the gun. Yes. You have been getting drunk and firing it. Yes. Well you idiot...you are scaring everyone. Get rid of the gun and she will let you stay. He did and she let him stay. People watch to much tv I tell you.

PS. Sam once lived in the absolutely roughest part of town. One night several gangsters did a hot robbery home invasion of his home. He said he was awakened by the sound of pump shotgun jacking a round and pointed at his head. They took his wallet, his tv, and....his gun. Imagine that.

Well... RIP