You Are Walking Through The Woods Tomorrow and...

[indybrad]

I can't believe I just read all 6 pages. And, I don't want any soup.

 

[Benny]

I ain't eatin' soup at yer house.

He LOVES banana milk.

 

[Clay]

yup a fridge for some guy out hunting squirrels, who happens to be diabetic.

 

[RelicHound]

He LOVES banana milk.

Oh man! thats flippin funny! not!

 

[tyler34]

jack did you eat the fermented fig newtons or something?

 

[Jack Ryan]

Sounds like a fridge to me.

You are granted one bowl of soup. Move along.

 

[Jack Ryan]

Hmmm... sounds like a diabetic is trying to keep his SHTF stockpile of insulin cool by natural methods...

You are awarded one bowl of soup. Move along.

 

[Jack Ryan]

I can't believe I just read all 6 pages. And, I don't want any soup.

You will be thirsty soon.

 

[printcraft]

You are awarded one bowl of soup. Move along.

I'll call you Mr. Limbkins from now on.

 

[Jack Ryan]

yup a fridge for some guy out hunting squirrels, who happens to be diabetic.

Restating the obvious earns you no soup. You are hungry AND thirsty now.

 

[Jack Ryan]

jack did you eat the fermented fig newtons or something?

You finally accept you have no imagination as you sit and stare at the shiny wet rock.

 

[indyartisan]

I am putting the lid back on the bucket with the contents undisturbed and sipping my cold soup.

 

[Jack Ryan]

It is getting hotter, and drier, as the rather dull human sits in the sun sweating feeling so satisfied at his figuring out something a little out of the ordinary yet completely useless to him. He is destroying something useless to him yet required by some one else he doesn't even know as he becomes dehydrated, dizzy, and even more dull than usual after failing to recognise the ordinary yet extremely useful.

Should the actual user and obviously skilled person who created this cache return, what value would he see in assisting this pitiful, dull, and destructive creature?

 

[Jack Ryan]

I am putting the lid back on the bucket with the contents undisturbed and sipping my cold soup.

You notice an unsually sharp and painful rock as you sit to sip your cold soup. It is dark in color and has several sharp edges. The soup is very salty.

 

[indyartisan]

I imagine a native hunter sitting by the same spring a thousand years earlier. Sipping salty soup and wondering where the obsidian arrowhead had been torn out of the great deers chest as it crashed through a brair thicket and died at the edge of the cool clear water.

 

[Armed Eastsider]

No seriously.......What the hell is this thread about.

 

[Eddie]

No seriously.......What the hell is this thread about.

It is obviously about soup. Move along.

 

[Jack Ryan]

I imagine a native hunter sitting by the same spring a thousand years earlier. Sipping salty soup and wondering where the obsidian arrowhead had been torn out of the great deers chest as it crashed through a brair thicket and died at the edge of the cool clear water.

As you ponder away the afternoon day dreaming your squirrels rot in the hot sun. Day light fades, your pants are wet, your shirt is damp and crusty feeling, a light breeze makes you shiver in your delirium. Your soup is long gone now and you are hungry, tired, far from home, black top, or even the dead end gravel road where you parked before day light. Your feet hurt, your butt hurts from sitting on rocks all day, you are wet and thirsty at the same time.

At least in your imagination the native hunter was one with woods. As it was not the woods to him but home, he knew it and and walked through it the way we walk from the couch to the refrigerator and he knew what he was seeing and their uses. He noticed every thing both in it's place and out and looked for what use they may serve him.

He is not wet, cold, starving, and thirsty with rotting stinking meat in his pocket. In your imagination the ticks and fleas are not abandoning carrion to take up house on their new host.

You remind me of a horse I once heard of.

 

[RelicHound]

How come no one is drinking from the spring? everyone is just sitting there gettin all hot and discombobulated

 

[Jack Ryan]

How come no one is drinking from the spring? everyone is just sitting there gettin all hot and discombobulated

Thank Gawd Almighty!

A horse you can lead to water and then he has sense enough to drink.

How did you get that drink? Do you have a cup in your pocket when you go squirrel hunting?

As you lean your rifle against a near by tree you expirience a Negligent Disharge and a fresh squirrel falls dead to the ground nearby. I'd rather be lucky than good any day but a little of both will go a long way.