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The neighbours decided to put on a barby on Saturday and invite just about everyone in the district. The wife and I threw some beer in the truck and drove over about lunch time. They had 3 barbys going and a whoe lot of people there. I wandered over to a group of the good ol' boys from around the district and we started drinking beer and talking the bull**** that you do. Somebody had some roo they'd just shot so we tried that, (not really my thing), and somebody else had some deer that they just got as well. That wasn't too bad, they'd marinated it in something which was pretty good.
The fun part came when one of the guys got out a miniature cannon that they had. It was either a replica or a genuine small cannon from a British 19th century warship. It was about 1 metre long and the bore was about 5 centimetres in diameter. They loaded it up with powder and wadding and fired it a few times. Bloody loud! Great fun.
I even managed to get a conversation going about knives. They seemed pretty impressed with the Sebbie.
We left about 2:00am Sunday morning and it was still going. I don't remember how but I managed to navigate the truck back along the track and through four gates. About the only thing I remember of that was my wife telling me that I was going too fast and why don't I turn the bloody lights on.
I felt very very used when I woke up later on Sunday morning.
The fun part came when one of the guys got out a miniature cannon that they had. It was either a replica or a genuine small cannon from a British 19th century warship. It was about 1 metre long and the bore was about 5 centimetres in diameter. They loaded it up with powder and wadding and fired it a few times. Bloody loud! Great fun.
I even managed to get a conversation going about knives. They seemed pretty impressed with the Sebbie.
We left about 2:00am Sunday morning and it was still going. I don't remember how but I managed to navigate the truck back along the track and through four gates. About the only thing I remember of that was my wife telling me that I was going too fast and why don't I turn the bloody lights on.
I felt very very used when I woke up later on Sunday morning.