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#648548 - 11/23/05 09:34 AM The shaman's party



The shaman appeared at the campfire this morning. It was snowy and cold. Rain was expected. Everyone seemed a bit glum. The shaman, however, seemed most intent, as he brought several large bags from his tent and brought them to his place at the fire. After this, he buried his upper body in the bags and began to root about.

“What are you up to?” asked one.

“I’m making preparations for a party,” replied the shaman.

“What party is that? We’re all going home for Thanksgiving.”

“That’s okay,” Said the shaman.” It will be here when you return. I’m planning a bit of a celebration, and I have much to do.

By this time, he had piqued the curiosity of several more at the fire. Some began peeking in the bags. The shaman made notice of this and responded by pointing his rattle in a menacing manner at the transgressors. They backed off immediately. One did not.

“Don’t go there, man. “ said one.

“What? It’s only a stinking rattle.” said the recent newcomer as he began to reach back into the bag.

“ZAP!”

The end of the rattle exploded, and a small crater was blasted at the feet of the newcomer. There was enough energy transmitted to the ground that the newcomer’s legs convulsed and threw him a good ten feet back.

“Did you see that???” He sputtered, coming to his senses. “He could have killed me!”

The rest of the crowd gasped. The shaman kept at his work.

“Yeah, but he didn’t.” said another. “That was just a warning shot.”

“I just have a thing against peekers.” said the shaman. “Sorry.”

“What’s this all about?” said the camper with the cat.

“The shaman’s up to something,” said one.

“Shaman, “said the camper, “What are you up to?”

“You will just have to guess,” replied the shaman. “It should not be hard. Now go about your business. I know you all have places to go besides here, and I have much to do.”

“Do you need help?”

“No, “ replied the shaman. “I’ve got this all well in order. Go be thankful somewhere, eat lots of turkey, and when you come back, you can all guess what I am up to.”
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#648549 - 11/23/05 09:58 AM Re: The shaman's party
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"Tain't hard to figure," said the old Ranger heading in the general direction of a deceased turkey, " he working a reverse real estate deal for Manahttan Island."


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#648550 - 11/23/05 11:38 AM Re: The shaman's party
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You guys are cracking me up!
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#648551 - 11/23/05 04:20 PM Re: The shaman's party
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I don't get it...
But I like it...
I think .
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#648552 - 11/26/05 06:01 AM Re: The shaman's party
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As folks wandered back in to the campfire from their annual turkey gorge, they found the shaman busily at work. The campfire had been turned into a . . . well, it was a bit hard to describe outright actually. It was hard to take in all at once.

A length of orange, green, and yellow clothesline had been strung from tree to tree. From this, a variety of cheap party lights had been hung. Some were in the shape of paper lanterns, some where parti-colored plastic lanterns; some were in the shape of shotgun shells. Many strings of lanterns covered the area. It looked like one of those suburbs-in-the-forest campgrounds on a hot summer eve. To heighten the effect, tiki torches were stuck in the ground, there was one short line of torches and then three circular patterns next to it.

A makeshift dais had been formed out of a collection of old skids, pulled from the woodpile. This too had been decorated with lanterns, and all the picnic tables had been re-arranged and red and white checked poly tablecloths had been tacked on.

One old camper came up to the site, his belt still loosened by several notches. “What in blazes is this???”

“I’m decorating for a party,” replied the shaman.

“Did Rick see this?” said the old camper.

“I suppose he did. “ said the shaman. I suppose if he wished, it could all be made to go away. So far it hasn’t.”

“Where did all this come from?”

“Big Lots,” replied the shaman. “They were emptying out the shelves and throwing out their summer stock to make room for the holiday stuff. I saw an opportunity, and well- “

“Who’s going to clean up this?”

“If you would like to help,” said the shaman. “ I would be grateful. However, I’m fully prepared to do it alone.” The old camper sputtered for a moment. The shaman put a finger up to his lips, and then made a small wave of his hand. The campfire reverted back to its old self briefly; the shaman then reversed this motion and the decorations returned.

“Why did you do this? Why did you junk up the camp?”

“Junk up?” said the shaman. “Did you say junk up??? “ The sky darkened noticeably.

“Er, “ said the camper. “I guess –“

“It’s junk,” said the shaman. “Since it was bound for the trash at Big Lots. I suppose you might go further and call it trash. It’s doubly trash, since Big Lots only buys their stuff from other store chains that have not been able to sell the stuff originally. Yes, I’ve gone and, dare I say it, TRASHED the Campfire.” The clouds overhead were growing ominous indeed and a wind was beginning to rise.

“I meant to say-“

“Let’s just leave values of taste out of the conversation for now,” said the shaman. We’ll concede for the moment that the quality of the decorations leave something to be desired. If you really want to know, the whole thing is this way, because I am on a rather tight budget. That still leaves the question of Why. Would you like me to address that?” The clouds were beginning to abate.

The old camper found renewed courage. “Yes, I would like to know why,” he said.

“I worked a job, many years ago,” said the shaman. “At this job, everyone had extravagant birthday parties. The office was always filled with cakes and treats whenever anyone had a birthday. Then, it got to be my birthday, and nothing happened. I waited until the end of the day, expecting that it might be a surprise party, and then I asked a co-worker. She said, ‘ You didn’t bring in any treats last year on your birthday. We figured you did not want to be a part of it.’”

“So this is your birthday?” said the camper.

“Wrong,” said the shaman. “One down, now we’ll turn to the pretty Miss Kitty Carlisle.”
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#648553 - 11/26/05 06:08 AM Re: The shaman's party
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Shaman ....don't keep me in suspense......continue on please.

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#648554 - 11/26/05 07:22 AM Re: The shaman's party
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Sh-Shaman, one of the members asked, kind of shy like, this is not going to be a Kwanzaa celebration is it? Wanting to desparately know and at the same time not wanting to get on the bad side of the Shaman. Steve
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#648555 - 11/26/05 07:29 AM Re: The shaman's party
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Two Down. We turn to Bill Cullen.

Kitty? Didn't you have a question for the shaman?
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#648556 - 11/26/05 09:37 AM Re: The shaman's party
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A younger member of the campfire from northern climes wandered up to the old shaman and his newly hung decorations. As he gazed around in amazement it all looked so wonderful and yet so familiar; as if he had seen something like this before, not as splenderous ... but somehow comforting & remarkable.

As he looked at the shaman he noticed that although he was still the same old shaman that he had come to know & enjoy, there was a newfound aura about him. It was hard to specifically put his finger on what was happening, but it seemed the shaman was undergoing metamorphasis ... not from shaman to something else, but rather from shaman to shaman ... a Wauweendaussowin.

Rather than interrupt the busy shaman, the young man takes a seat and watches all that unfolds before his eyes.
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#648557 - 11/26/05 11:15 AM Re: The shaman's party
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T LEE wanders in from the netherlands of senility and remarks that it is about time we had a birthday party for that 2005 year old dude...................................................... "nice decorations shaman" he says while scratching his kester before perching on his shiny log. "Been a long time since I seen paper or all brass shotgun shells."
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#648558 - 11/26/05 12:37 PM Re: The shaman's party
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Crossfireoops rolls in, and the old F250 promptly marks its spot, with four drops of 15/40, from the as yet unrepaired leaky rear main.

He pulls a battered shooting stool out of his plunder, and ambles up to the fire, limping noticably.

" ya' don't need that stool, there's lots of logs, and stumps to go around.", an earlier arrival drawls.

He makes no comment, but quietly reflects on the abject fear that surfaces when he considers sitting on anything but planed, and varnished wood. This dark and irrational dread lurks just below conciousness, ever since that bark scorpion crawled up his leg, whilst he reposed on some dead oak and mesquite.

Gazing raptly around in awe, he adresses the Shaman.

..............."nice decorations, mind if I take a few pics?"

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#648559 - 11/26/05 12:50 PM Re: The shaman's party
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gotllost wanders in to the campfire with a smile on his face when he sees T LEE, were have you been asked T LEE? I went to use the outhouse replies Got! But that was 3 days ago! Yes I shot 3 arrows in the air but no one came to find me so I followed the road back to this Disco.
Got this the campfire not a disco, Then why does shaman have that fur hat and and fun (RED) pants on and how can the lights work with no electricty,
T LEE and Gotlost could only staire in amasement.

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#648560 - 11/26/05 10:07 PM Re: The shaman's party
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An Elf quietly wanders into the circle of the campfire. She looks around at amazement at all the beautiful decorations but hesitates to venture further. "Might it be a celebration of some wonderous thing that happened many years ago , she asks?" Should I join the Wise Men that have seem to have gathered already? she wonders.
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#648561 - 11/27/05 05:41 AM Re: The shaman's party
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The old ranger wanders up with a bucket of coffee and a buttermilk pie. Offers the goodies around.
Still thing Shaman is trying to pawn off Manhattan island he opines.


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#648562 - 11/27/05 06:20 AM Re: The shaman's party
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An Elf quietly wanders into the circle of the campfire. She looks around at amazement at all the beautiful decorations but hesitates to venture further. "Might it be a celebration of some wonderous thing that happened many years ago , she asks?" Should I join the Wise Men that have seem to have gathered already? she wonders.



The shaman comes over and greets the elf and whispers something in her ear. The elf looks confused.

"Three down." says the shaman. "It is not something in the past. We'll turn now to Orsen Bean."

The shaman keeps looking nervously over to his left.



( Note, if you really have the answer, feel free to e-mail the shaman with your guess first. You are welcome to ask questions, as the elf did. The shaman has always found organizing surprise parties for himself to be a confounding challenge.)

Having greeted the Elf and several other campers, the shaman got back to work. He was throwing a long length of cord up into the air. It would travel up in a normal sort of way and then seem to hold for a moment. Then it would fall back to earth. The Shaman kept at this task over many throws.

"Whatcha doing?" asked a camper.

"Trying to get this cord up," replied the shaman. "I'm having trouble getting it to stay."

"There's nothing for it to stay ON." said another. "You're throwing up into thin air."

"Thin air," said the shaman. "Is such a relative thing. Once you get the hang of it, it's amazing what it will hold. I'm just having trouble getting started."

"You should use a tree." ventured a camper. "Throw it over a limb."

"There's no tree here." said the shaman. "And this is where I need the duck."




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#648563 - 11/27/05 07:18 AM Re: The shaman's party
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"The Duck"? wonders Elf. Thin Air? What in the world could the Shaman be up to. Is it for the "duck pinata?" Do you shoot it or whack it?


"Do you need any help Shaman"? asks Elf. "Is it your birthday or something"? "Will there be cake? "I love cake" sighs Elf.

"Come'on Shaman a couple more hints please" begs Elf.
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#648564 - 11/27/05 07:45 AM Re: The shaman's party
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Boggy Creek Ranger's buttermilk pie brings Barak's Womn out of the shadows. She gratefully accepts a piece, and then tentatively approaches the shaman. "I think I might have an idea," she whispers. "But it seems too obvious." The shaman reminds her to send it to him in a PM first. So after finishing the best piece of buttermilk pie she has ever eaten, she heads off to send the message...
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#648565 - 11/27/05 10:22 AM Re: The shaman's party
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T LEE is really confounded now, but offers Shaman the loan of his very last sky hook that was given him by Strange Otter of the Taos Tribe. He then partakes a piece of The Rangers pie and fills his tin cup with coffee from the bucket, with a sigh of relief he quaffes the camp coffee and sits back down to ponder the goings on. Being used to the Shamans ways he decides to wait and see what wonders will come forth, the fog in his brain settles in for now.................
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#648567 - 11/27/05 12:58 PM Re: The shaman's party
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Just beyond the campfire clearing, concealed in the underbrush is joken2, decked out in full Gillie attire, lurking as usual. After circling the perimeter and finding no potential threats, he had almost decided to stealthily eaze in little closer to the campfire, maybe even join the others but was glad he didn't after witnessing the exploding rattle incident.

This Shaman fella says he's from Ky.; wonder if it could be a UK Wildcats basketball thing? Those Kentucky folks do some nutty things over their 'Cat's basketball!

A Dukes of Hazard rerun extravaganza, maybe?

Whip out the trusty clandestine SOG operators laptop pc, connect to a satellite, log-on to the campfire and do a search, reread some of his recent posts, ...nothing, no clues. Then all of a sudden the real reason for the Shaman's big celebration is right there staring back at joken2, just as clear as a bell.

Off with the Gillie suit, joken2 enters the campfire, parks his behind on a log, fetches a cup of Java and sez howdy to all the folks already there. He's grinnin' ear to ear 'cause he knows ...but he ain't telling.
We don't want to ruin the moment for the Shaman.
Let me be the first to say Congrat's out to ya Shaman!
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#648568 - 11/27/05 01:21 PM Re: The shaman's party
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The old ranger wanders up with a bucket of coffee and a buttermilk pie. Offers the goodies around.
Still thing Shaman is trying to pawn off Manhattan island he opines.


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I thought I was the only Buttermilk pie guy left! My wife and friends had never even heard of it before I set it in front of them. I'm thinking of adding a little toasted coconut to the next one I make.
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#648569 - 11/27/05 01:38 PM Re: The shaman's party
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HUH! Whaaat was that? Oh, hi Joken, I musta dozed off there for a bit. Any of that pie left?..................ZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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#648570 - 11/27/05 02:47 PM Re: The shaman's party
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Howdy back at ya there, T! Sorry to disturb your nap, can't blame ya though for catchin' a few zzz's. I almost dozed off a time or two myself whilst I was out there in the bushes. It seems the older I get, waitin' for something to happen just makes me drowsy as all heck!

Don't know if there's any of that buttermilk pie left, been trying to avoid it, myself, it always stirs up my flatulence, and there's ladies present here. While I may be a redneck through and through I do have a little southern upbringing. I absolutely refuse to break wind in the presence of a lady, ...well, at least till I've known her for an hour or two.
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#648571 - 11/27/05 03:29 PM Re: The shaman's party
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Gotlost suddenly see a vision of shamon in the light of the campfire, man I got to lay off that pie he thinks, or maybe the pie gives you the powers to see the future. I will tell all! but 1st where is that out house?
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#648572 - 11/27/05 03:41 PM Re: The shaman's party
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The aroma of coffee & buttermilk pie finally rouses 'tikka from his comfortable position at the fireside. He ambles over to where BCR now stands and is greeted with an open hand and a steaming cup of coffee.

"Ya' know I've never seen the shaman so enthused & energetic as he is tonight," says 'tikka.

"Ya' mean confused & enigmatic?" laughs the old ranger.

"Well sure, but that's just the way of the shaman," replies 'tikka.

With cup in hand, 'tikka moves over nearer to where the shaman is repeatedly throwing a cord skyward. He moves closer and, careful to not interrupt the work at hand, watches intently as the shaman carefully coils the cord, takes eye at the sky, and with a wide swinging movement of his arm throws the end of the coil upward. The cord flies up and up and then returns back to earth with a soft puff of dirt at the shaman's feet. The shaman pauses just a moment to recoil the cord and then the process is repeated.

Nervously 'tikka garners enough courage to interrupt shaman in his work and makes a humble suggestion, "Perhaps, Mr. shaman, if you were to attach something to the end of the cord it would fly truer and finally take hold"

The shaman suddenly turns towards 'tikka and his eyes flash bright ... but thankfully the rattle remains at his side. The shaman smiles broadly and replies, "thank you young 'tikka, I had almost forgotten." With that he reaches into his oversized bag to retrieve what looks like a small tan and yellow feather which he quickly attaches to the end of the cord.

The shaman then coils the cord again, takes careful aim at the sky and after a long pause heaves it upward. This time the cord seems guided towards the sky and after reaching the apex of its flight it pauses, studders, and seems to catch fast in the thin air above the campfire.

Without a word, the shaman simply pats young 'tikka on the shoulder, smiles, and then continues about his work in hanging decorations. 'Tikka returns to his log around the campfire and continues to watch the growing crowd gathering in the firelight.
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#648573 - 11/28/05 04:35 AM Re: The shaman's party
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The shaman took the help of the young 'Tikka most gratefully. He picked up his bag and felt a twinge in his back. This broke his concentration a moment; so, with a fresh set of eyes, he gazed up on 'Tikka as he offered his hand in thanks. The clasp was strong, and the look in the younger man's eyes reminded the shaman of times gone by-- of the burning he once felt watching young women kneeling in prayer in the firelight, and brutally cold mornings with a new bow frozen in his hand. As he shook the young man's hand, he saw a glimpse of his own soul, and he felt good.

(Note: All but one of the many, many guesses the shaman has received via PM has been correct so far. )

The shaman then attached the sky hook from TLee and ran it up the rope, so that the eye of the hook would allow the rope to be raised and lowered. He then went behind the dais and brought out a cage holding a white duck. This he gave to Joken and Jog. As he did so, he gave a sly wink to the Elf; who stood there clueless.

The shaman stooped over and walked back and forth in front of her with his right arm crooked up, fumbling an invisible cigar, "Why a four year old child could understand this, " he said. "Run out and get me a four year old child, I can't make head or tail out of it." He ran back and sidled up to the Elf. "That's a medicine man, sweetheart!" he said. "can you imagine taking a teaspoon full of him?"

Some caught the jokes. Some caught the clues. The shaman secretly prayed that they would know what to do with the duck when the time came. The shaman looked over to his left again, and became pensive. Finally, he decided it was time for a break. It had been a long hard push getting ready, and he needed to be rested for the party.

There was pie. The shaman went over and found himself a piece of pie. It was wonderful pie. He went over to his log and ate the pie. It tasted all moist and wonderfully sentimental. He found himself falling into a reverie of cakes and pies and the hot sands of Orotavo, the waving palm trees of Amygdala, the Upland Meadows of Anantarivo, and the Marshes of Sonaput. He realized far too late that the pie had been a bit of a mistake for now he drifting off.

Them that takes cakes
Which the Parsee-man bakes
Makes dreadful mistakes.

Them that takes cakes
Which the Parsee-man bakes
Makes . . .

One of the campers noticed that the shaman had slid down off his log and was presently beginning to snore. He took the shaman's cloak and put it over him, took the fork from his hand and the dish from beside the log.

Many wondered what to do next.
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#648574 - 11/28/05 05:50 AM Re: The shaman's party
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Nodding sagely the Old Ranger refreshes the coffee bucket and nestles it a bit closer to the coals. Reaching in his war bag he produces another pie only slightly the worse for wear and offers it around along with a bowie knife to carve off slices. Takes out a bag of hambuiscits in case anybody is tired of sweets.

He sticks a ham buiscuit on one of the prongs of the sleeping Shaman's war bonnet for when he wakes up and might be a bit gnarly and want a snack.

Never one not to admit when he has been wrong the Old Ranger forgets the Manhattan Island deal. Them clues done it.

The white duck clue done it. Shaman is going for the local AFLAC consession when he wakes up.



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#648575 - 11/28/05 05:57 AM Re: The shaman's party
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Well, I hope I get the magic word but even if not the show is worth it. Got any more of them biscuts, ain't had breakfast yet? Man that coffee smells good.
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#648576 - 11/28/05 06:06 AM Re: The shaman's party
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Plenty of them ham buiscuits, T stick one by the fire a second to warm it up a mite. Got enough where Harpo, Chico, and Gummo can have some too do they show up.


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#648577 - 11/28/05 06:12 AM Re: The shaman's party
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Self-consciously holding the waterfowl, JOG hopes he doesn't look like a fumb duck...
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#648578 - 11/28/05 06:14 AM Re: The shaman's party
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Cool beans Sir............................................................................. BTW, got any beans to go with them biscuits? I got a slab of bacon, sack of pinto beans and some canned peaches in my saddle bags, think I might even have a few corn dodgers left.

I wonder if that X in the sand Marx the spot.
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#648579 - 11/29/05 07:37 AM Re: The shaman's party
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The shaman roused from his slumber with an odd itchy feeling in his back that would not go away. It felt like woodpeckers were working at his shoulder blades. Finally, he could no longer take it and he stood up and began digging at himself. So vigorous was he in this, that ome of the campers thought he might have fallen into a trance and was over on the other side of the veil doing battle with a beast.

The shaman began jumping up and down, until what was ever bothering him fell out of his clothes. The shaman fell down to his knees to examine what had fallen. He found a measure of sand, some cake crumbs, and a few burned currants.

"I suspected as much." said the shaman. He sat back on his log and surveyed the crowd. Most of the regulars had returned to the campfire by now. Many had broken off into little groups and were arguing the finer points of ballistics and other arcane subjects. It was a good group.

"Hrrmph!" said the shaman, attempting to call attention to himself. He received no reply. A few folks looked over and then went back to what they were doing. The shaman then began to arrange things at the dais, he adjusted his clothes, he struck a pose as though an oration was about to begin. None of this attratced any attention. They all seemed too busy.

The shaman looked again to his left, and became worried. Time was running out. He sat back on his log and pondered.
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#648580 - 11/29/05 07:47 AM Re: The shaman's party
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T LEE sits on the far side of the fire wondering what that dance was all about? " The Shaman is getting ready for somthin' big methinks says he to himself." In fact he says to himself, "Self, this could be the greatest feat yet by the ol Shaman." "But then again I have said that the last several times."

Oh well, time for another nap.
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#648581 - 11/29/05 08:21 AM Re: The shaman's party
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Oh man I love camp food. Everything tastes better in camp... a dash of wood ash adds to the sausage gravy. Ah where did that jug of Malox go???
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#648582 - 11/29/05 08:57 AM Re: The shaman's party
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"Doesn't anyone hear that noise?" says 'tikka to nobody in particular.

The incessant quacking sounds coming from the other side of the campfire finally become too great for young 'tikka to ignore. However, the trip to the far side of the fire brings him past BCR again for a quick refill of the coffee cup and a trio of freshly warmed hambiscuits.

As 'tikka seeks the source of the quacking he munches one of the biscuits as he walks past pockets of conversation around the campfire. He overhears one group in heated debate over internal ballistics and the choice of stabilizing twist rates in sub 30 caliber tubes. Another group opines the best all around set of binoculars for high mountain hunting and yet another group emits a stream of groans & chuckles at a series of old jokes & puns. Even with the new decorations the campfire keeps on running as usual.

Finally 'tikka arrives on the far side of the fire where JOG appears to have a caged white duck. 'Tikka reaches out and clasps a firm handshake from the fellow northwoodsman JOG.

"So, what's up with the duck and the constant quacking?" asks 'tikka.

"I'm not sure," replies JOG, "but the shaman entrusted her to me and she seems to know something's up. Ever since the shaman started his scratch dance the duck hasn't shut up, and I'm hungry enough that I may just have to put her out of my misery to end this racket - and risk the shaman's wrath."

Recognizing that he still has two hambiscuits in the pocket of his field jacket, 'tikka reaches in and prepares to hand one over to JOG. However, just as he does the duck flaps her wings wildly inside the cage and manages to loosen 'tikka's grip during the critical handoff of the hambiscuit. The biscuit falls directly into the top opening of the cage and the duck quickly devours the entire morsel before either man can say a word.

Before JOG can recover and throttle the duck, 'tikka quickly removes the last of the biscuits and hands it over to JOG who places the cage at his feet and happily receives the biscuit with both hands.

"I'll just put that first biscuit on your duck's bill," 'tikka quips to JOG and his feathered friend.

As JOG bites into the biscuit, the duck seizes the moment and nimbly flips the cage latch open with an outstretched wing. Free of her confines she hops out and without so much as a thank you she takes flight and begins circling overhead the campfire, resuming her anxious and insidious quacking.

"I sure hope this is what shaman wanted with the duck," hopes 'tikka out loud, "because she's going to be a tough one to bring down alive without some help."
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