It’s back from the dead! The TB Mega Thread.

[Joe Gress]

Story time!

My parents live on about an acre lot, and my dad decided that he wanted to have chickens. Still does, actually. Anyway, we had a batch of chickens that had been fattened up, and it came time to butcher them. The only problem is, they do that annoying flap after their throat is cut thing. So, my dad, being the man of ingenuity that he is, found a solution: nail a traffic cone upside down to a pole, cut the tip off the cone, and place chicken headfirst into the cone. Slit throat, chicken can't flap around, nothing. My friends now walk by that cone when we're over at my parents' and refer to it as "THE CONE OF DEATH."

The end.

I wish we had a goddamn cone of death. Nope, all we had was my pussy ass brothers holding the goddamn wings. I'd pick the brain (they would be completely dead at this point, everything else was involuntary natural moment), and then slit the throat to allow for bleeding out. They were supposed to hold that shit. Noooooooo, they'd puss out and say the dead chicken was to strong, and Joe would get a face full of blood, brain, and other chicken matter. They were tasty, but fuck that shit, I'm not getting a mouthful of chicken guts ever again.

[behndy]

i.... i don't want to live like that. i'm a VAGOO.

[Waterpilot]

That's a little much for me too.

[My name is Mudd]

Meh...don't like chicken in general.

[excane]

jebus.

[Joe Gress]

Different upbringings. They were our job and livelihood for a while.

[warwick.hoy]

Traffic Cone Chicken Dispatch is pretty standard practice for small time farmers/chicken raisers.

Seriously getting into archery my schniggies. People keep asking me if I plan to hunt. The answer is "only if I have no other choice to feed my family". I like the gamesmanship of competitive target archery,...the challenge to improve. I don't think I'd have any problem with a humane takedown of an animal; I'm just not all that stoked on the idea of cleaning said animal in the field. I don't do well with guts.

[Grrface]

Story time!

My parents live on about an acre lot, and my dad decided that he wanted to have chickens. Still does, actually. Anyway, we had a batch of chickens that had been fattened up, and it came time to butcher them. The only problem is, they do that annoying flap after their throat is cut thing. So, my dad, being the man of ingenuity that he is, found a solution: nail a traffic cone upside down to a pole, cut the tip off the cone, and place chicken headfirst into the cone. Slit throat, chicken can't flap around, nothing. My friends now walk by that cone when we're over at my parents' and refer to it as "THE CONE OF DEATH."

The end.

I wish we had a goddamn cone of death. Nope, all we had was my pussy ass brothers holding the goddamn wings. I'd pick the brain (they would be completely dead at this point, everything else was involuntary natural moment), and then slit the throat to allow for bleeding out. They were supposed to hold that shit. Noooooooo, they'd puss out and say the dead chicken was to strong, and Joe would get a face full of blood, brain, and other chicken matter. They were tasty, but fuck that shit, I'm not getting a mouthful of chicken guts ever again.

Yeah, the first chicken that was my job, I forgot to let them do their flapping thing before carrying it. I looked like I had murdered someone with a fork. Good times, good times.

Warwick: Are you shooting compound or recurve bows? I used to shoot compound, it was a ton of fun.

[Joe Gress]

Traffic Cone Chicken Dispatch is pretty standard practice for small time farmers/chicken raisers.

Seriously getting into archery my schniggies. People keep asking me if I plan to hunt. The answer is "only if I have no other choice to feed my family". I like the gamesmanship of competitive target archery,...the challenge to improve. I don't think I'd have any problem with a humane takedown of an animal; I'm just not all that stoked on the idea of cleaning said animal in the field. I don't do well with guts.

The guts I don't think would bother me nearly as much as dragging his/her fat ass out of whatever swamp hole I shot them in.

[warwick.hoy]

Story time!

My parents live on about an acre lot, and my dad decided that he wanted to have chickens. Still does, actually. Anyway, we had a batch of chickens that had been fattened up, and it came time to butcher them. The only problem is, they do that annoying flap after their throat is cut thing. So, my dad, being the man of ingenuity that he is, found a solution: nail a traffic cone upside down to a pole, cut the tip off the cone, and place chicken headfirst into the cone. Slit throat, chicken can't flap around, nothing. My friends now walk by that cone when we're over at my parents' and refer to it as "THE CONE OF DEATH."

The end.

I wish we had a goddamn cone of death. Nope, all we had was my pussy ass brothers holding the goddamn wings. I'd pick the brain (they would be completely dead at this point, everything else was involuntary natural moment), and then slit the throat to allow for bleeding out. They were supposed to hold that shit. Noooooooo, they'd puss out and say the dead chicken was to strong, and Joe would get a face full of blood, brain, and other chicken matter. They were tasty, but fuck that shit, I'm not getting a mouthful of chicken guts ever again.

Yeah, the first chicken that was my job, I forgot to let them do their flapping thing before carrying it. I looked like I had murdered someone with a fork. Good times, good times.

Warwick: Are you shooting compound or recurve bows? I used to shoot compound, it was a ton of fun.

Recurve Son.



This is from 20 yards out,...on my 2nd real attempt of shooting (went out to the range yesterday. planning on heading out there again today).



The first shot went high,...but I got a nice group on the second too. I was aiming at the orange dot FWIW. Still got a lot to learn,...but I'm having a ton of fun. Probably gonna take this pretty seriously and shoot whenever I have a chance to, even if my muscles are tired.

I have no problem with compounds,....I just wanted to start out on recurves.

There is actually a qualifying round here in Spokane this weekend for the US Olympic team. Field Archery from what I can gather.

[behndy]

yah. i'm no prude, i like a grrL pissing on me as long as we're some place that clean up isn't a bitch, blood pouring into a puddle of milk is one of the most erotic images extant, i'm cool with biting and pain and necro-play.

but i don't think i'd enjoy chicken death blood splattering into my mouth. i'm pretty sure it wouldn't freak me out or be traumatic or anything, but not really something i'd be into.

[behndy]

also, never shot any real bows, but i had a cheesy all plastic thing when i was a kid with the target style arrows (? the ones with the cone metal tips?) and always had a blast setting up targets in the back yard and shooting. i've done target shooting a bit with pistols (i'm surprisingly a decent shot. i blame Xbox) and skeet shooting with my shotgun. THAT is fun.

i'll do more regular target shooting when i get around to getting a pistol for the house instead of MOAR PEDALZ some day.

[Schlatte]

you 'mericans and your guns.

[behndy]

MY COLD DEAD HANDS. lol, i get the whole Creepy Redneck Is Creepy and Gun Nut imagery usually associated with firearms, but i do fully believe in a people's right to bear arms. i DO live in an area where the police are adopting more and more draconian tactics almost daily and the general intent by the Californian government (if not nationally at this point) is to restrict as many rights as they can get away with, piece by piece, and to make you AFRAID of what is purportedly a protective force. why the FUCK should i get all clenched up and nervous when a cop ends up behind me in traffic? i have never committed a jail-able offense, i pay my taxes, i'm a good person. yet i'm on some level scared of the police. that's not how it should be and....... i'm afraid sometimes that there's IS going to be a point where it comes down to the people vs the police and/or military. i hope to gawd it doesn't it, and i have guns to protect myself and the people i care about from thuggery and breakins at this point......... but i'm not comfortable with NOT having the option to arm myself.

gah. too deep. boring.

i told them wishy washy bitches that we're sharing a room with that they're out by the end of the month or we're moving into another room that i had the practice space management hold for me. they (really just one dood thats a MEWLING QUIM (i fucking LOVED The Avengers) ) are fine with being all noncommittal and wishy washy with my drummer, but i think they're a tad afraid of me. i got a sob story back but an acknowledgment that they're taking over the room. so that shit is DONE. we're in our own space starting next month.

i'm ECSTATIC.

[Deltaphoenix]

Dat's right, or u gunna hafta pop a cap n day asses!