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SUNBEAMS TO BRIGHTEN UP SPARKLES VIEW
Posted:Nov 16, 2018 9:52 pm
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SUN BEAMS

Some times when life's worst problems
Made it impossible to simply cope

From the heavens are sent bright Suns Beams
Thus arriving fully as welcomed Rays of Hope

I then see the bright light of my future
So clearly glowing right in front of me

For joy and love now can run abound
From these tearful eyes I now can see

For one is never really alone in life
Because my lord is looking out for me

Dan M Aug. 2011
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TED WILLIAMS MEETS MY GOOD FRIEND NICK.
Posted:Nov 16, 2018 9:15 pm
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A regional favorite from noted New Hampshire fly fishing and fly tying legend Nick Lambrou, the Wood duck Heron has proven deadly on not only brook, brown and rainbow trout, but taken more than its fair share of landlocked Atlantic salmon as well. Though originally tied to represent an emerging hexagenia mayfly, this pattern also does an excellent job mimicking small baitfish like smelt, dace and other forage fish too.

NICKS Wood Duck Heron fly and three of his others herons also accepted and placed in the FlyFishermens Bible of the worlds greatest and most productive flies every created!

Wood Duck Heron A true made in New Hampshire fly, the Wood Duck Heron was developed by Nick Lambrou. The fly was designed for use on the Miramichi River in NewBrunkswick Canada Ted Williams summer months retirement home.

Yes Ted considered one of the greatest fly fisherman and fly casters ever, met in his match in front of a few thousand stunned sportswmen at the Hines Auditorium Camper and Fishing Show.

Ou tcasting all other fly casting contestents from all over the United States and Canada,
Nick Lambrou my good friend since June of 1965, stepped up and accepted the challenge that Ted Williamss threw at him after hearing many in attendence from New Hampshire, bragging that Nick could not only outdistance Ted in total lenght but also in pin point accuracy as well.

Ted a key spokesmen then for Sears Roebuck Shotguns and Fishing rods ate humble pie and almost instantly bonded with Nick in a state of envy, wonderment and curiousity.
Ted had met his master for the first time in his amazing life.

Ted Williams was known for three Masterful Achievements over his Storied lifetime

First as the GREATEST HITTER MAJOR LEAGUE BASEBALL HAS EVEN KNOWN /

Next after only token practice. becoming a fighter pilot in Korea seeing much combat and a true ace almost over night! Many around him claim that Ted Williams had the greatest eye sight along with eye hand coordination of anyone that ever lived.

He spend four full baseballs seasons in combat that some say cost him the all time Home Run Record Babe Ruth had held at 714.

And Lastly Ted Williams the Splendid Splinter or Teddy Ball game was a true master with a fly rod in his hands.

In my eyes Ted Williams this modern day John Wayne type American Idol was only second to my good friend Nick Lambrou of Manchester NH.

Nick was a walking encyclopedia when it came to trout and salmon fishing. He knew all over the large state of NH when insect hatches were going to be coming off. This added up to thousands of bits of information this high school drop out to support his large Greek immigration family by working in the industiall corporate shoe production mills along the Merrimack river New Hampshire's largest.

Have any question about trout or salmon, just ask Nick...
example me calling up Nick on a Friday afternoon in late July..................Hey Nick where should me Jack and Chilly (Nicks brother in law) fish tomorrow>

Typical Nick Answer...........................Dan a high pressure front is moving down from Canada to break this heat wave so I would suggest you fish the Hooksett Dam on the west side where its deep.

Some big Brownies (brown trout) will be deep where its some 35 feet down.........Fish it slow with olive marabou stork streamers that show up much better in the murky type waters that will be running with the dam partly opened.

This was Nick Lambro almost at his finest, almost because hundreds of new to the sport fly fisherman were embraced by this gently giant of a man..................Soft spoken with a gift for simple direct speech. I cant help by cry at this very moment upon learning in a chat room of his passing back in 2011.

My son when age 11 was taken into this blessed fraternity of sportsmen who for generations passed their skills and woods donated to Saint Peters Orphanage on the west side of Manchester to feed almost 200 young boys and girl with no parents and adaption hopes before age 18.

Deer hides were sewn into gloves and slippers and head greater. Some would make lamps out of the hoofs or antlers to sell at a thrift shop to raise money for basketballs, base balls, hockey sticks ect..
Yes folks. the greatest gift one can bring is the element of

GIVING..........UNSELFISH GIVING TO ENHANCE those less fortunate,,,
This was Nick Lambro's true mission in life..........At age 42 he lost his beloved wife Fanny and thus spent some three plus decades of Dedication to America's number one past time........Fishing is a gift from GOD and my friend with a broken heart. I thank you for so many thousands of your friends who honor you great man....

Come opening day the first Saturday in April, I will go out for the first time in almost ten to put to work that wonderful hand crafted Custom made Loomis two weight rod Nick created for me and look up to the heavens above in full tribute to the greatness I was blessed to be around for almost 41 .

Catch and release was Nicks way as his not one single fish was mounted on his walls. Each was thanks for providing sport and allowed to live to pass on their genes to future generations.

Foot Note. Nick due to his deep love and respect for fishing, became a Master Fly tier known all over the word

Renowned former sports broadcaster Curt Cowdy who for hosted the top sports men's tv show THE AMERICAN SPORTMAN also lived in New Hampshire in a small town of Bethlehem the next town over and just minutes from my house.

Nick left the sweat shop mills to tie flies with his son Tony that circulated all over the world...........Some of Scotlands largest Brown Trout reaching 30 pounds in weight have make their last mistake in rising up to take one of Nicks Perfect creations of nature...

And so its fitting that I post this blog after recovering a story I wrote many ago that was lost.. It's called THE WONDERMENT OF FLY FISHING NEW HAMPSHIRE AND WAS MY VERY FIRST PUBLISHED STORY EVER.... i HOPE YOU ENJOY BOTH..




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A FISHING STORY FOR THE GUYS PLUS TED WILLIAMS TIES.
Posted:Nov 16, 2018 8:38 pm
Last Updated:Nov 16, 2018 10:17 pm
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The Woodduck Heron

A regional favorite from noted New Hampshire fly fishing and fly tying legend Nick Lambrou, the Woodduck Heron has proven deadly on not only brook, brown and rainbow trout, but taken more than its fair share of landlocked Atlantic salmon as well. Though originally tied to represent an emerging hexagenia mayfly, this pattern also does an excellent job mimicking small baitfish like smelt, dace and other forage fish too.

The Wood Duck Heron

Wood Duck Heron A true made in New Hampshire fly, the Wood Duck Heron was developed by Nick Lambrou. The fly was designed for use on the Merrymeeting River.

This by my longtime friend and idol Nick for his dear friend Ted Williams whom he met in the Boston area and spent time up at Teds fishing camp in Canada.

Ted William was known for three Masterful Acheivements over his Storied lifetime
First as the GREATEST HITTER Major League BASEBALL HAD EVEN KNOWN /
Next after only token practice. becoming a fighter pilot in Korea seeing much combat and a true ace almost over night and Lastly Ted Williams was a master with a fly rod in his hands.

In my eyes Ted Williams this modern day John Wayne type American Idol was only second to my good friend Nick Lambrou of Manchester NH.

Nick was a walking encyclopedia when it came to trout and salmon fishing. He knew all over the large state of NH when insect hatches were going to be coming off. This added up to thousands of bits of information this high school drop out to support his large Greek imagration family by working in the industrail corporte shoe production mills along the Merrimack river New Hampshires largest.

Have any question about trout or salmon, just ask Nick...
example me calling up Nick on a Friday afternoon in late July..................Hey Nick where should me jack and chilly (Nicks brother in law) fish tomorrow>

Typical Nick Answer...........................Dan a high pressure front is moving down from Canada to break this heat wave so I would suggerst you fish the Hookseet Dam on the west side where its deep. Some big Brownies (brown trout) will be deep where its some 35 feet down.........Fish it slow with olive maribou stork streamers that show up much better in the murky type waters that will be running with the dam partly opened.

This was Nick Lambro almost at his finest, almost because hundereds of new to the sport fly fisherman were embraced by this gently giant of a man..................Soft spoken with a gift for simple direct speach. I cant help by cry at this very moment upon learning in a chat room of his passing back in 2011.

His son Tony now around age 50 is an extention of his dad. Each year Tony takes his two bucks with a muzzle loader and bow deer, his 20 plus pound gobblers, pheasant , woodcock, ruffed grouse, Canadain greater geese and both inland and coastal waterfowl.

My son when age 11 was takin into this blessed fraturnity of sportsmen who for generations passed thier skills and woodsmanship down to the next generations................

.Most of the game was donated to Saint Peters Orphanage on the west side of Manchester to feed almost 200 young boys and girlS with no parents and adpotion hopes before age 18.

Deer hides were sewn into gloves and slippers and headgrear. Some would make lamps out of the hoofs or antlers to sell at a thrift shoppe to raise money for basketballs, base balls, hockey sticks ect.

Yes folks. the greatest gift one can bring is the element of GIVING..........UNSELFISH GIVING TO ENHANCE those less fortunite,,,

This was Nick Lambro's true mission in life..........At age 42 he lost his beloved wife Fanny and thus spent some three plus decadess of Dedication to America's number one past time........Fishing is a gift from GOD and my friend with a broken heart. I thank you for so many thousands...

Come opening day I will go out for the first time in almost ten to put to work that wonderful hand crafted Custom make Loomis two weight rod and look up to the heavens about in full tribute to greatness I was blessed to be around for almost 41 .

I recently posted a blog online about Nicks life of giving and sharing perhaps America's favorite past time FISHING. Thousands to date have now read it with pride and a sense of enjoyment. So saddened was I to learn of his passing some five plus after the fact.

footnote------- Nick passed in 2011 shortly after he entered his 80's. His son Tony followed his dad just two short later. Tony was an avid sportsman and like his dad was known by most avid hunters and fisherman all around the state.

Tony never got a drivers lic and was disabled when into his 20's. Father and son had the strongest of bonds with each other. I guess Tony was alone and lost and desired to join his dad in a better place.

I WILL POST ANOTHER BLOG ON NICK TO FOLLOW.

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SO YOU THINK YOU HAVE PROBLEMS?
Posted:Nov 16, 2018 7:33 pm
Last Updated:Nov 16, 2018 10:24 pm
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PROBLEMS

WHILE PROBLEMS ARE CERTAINLY CHALLENGES
THEY RARELY ARE GOING TO LAST FOREVER

FOR SOLUTIONS WAIT TO BE DISCOVERED
FOR EACH AND EVERY OF YOUR ENDEAVORS

SURE THEY CAN CERTAINLY BECOME DEPRESSING
CAUSING UNDUE WORRIES AND ADDED STRESS

BUT ONLY TEMPORARY IN SCOPE AND NATURE
FOR FATHER TIME ALWAYS PUTS THEM ALL TO REST

SO MY FRIEND WHEN TAXED WITH PRESSURES
AND YOUR SEARCHING SEEMS TOTALLY IN VAIN

KNOW LIKE ALWAYS YOU WILL SIMPLY WIN OUT
THUS TURNING ALL THESE LOSES INTO YOUR GAINS
 
  by Dan M. 3051 May 2005










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A HONEST TO GOD REAL TALKING DOG FOR SALE SUPER CHEAP!
Posted:Nov 16, 2018 6:04 am
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Posted:Jan 28, 2016 1:31 pm
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A guy is driving around the back woods of Montana and he sees a sign in front of a broken down shanty-style house: 'Talking Dog For Sale 'He rings the bell and the owner appears and tells him the dog is in the backyard.

The guy goes into the backyard and sees a nice looking Labrador retriever sitting there.

'You talk?' he asks.

'Yep,' the Lab replies.

After the guy recovers from the shock of hearing a dog talk, he says 'So, what's your story?'

The Lab looks up and says, 'Well, I discovered that I could talk when I was pretty young. I wanted to help the government, so I told the CIA.

In no time at all they had me jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders, because no one figured a dog would be eavesdropping.'

'I was one of their most valuable spies for eight running...

But the jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn't getting any younger so I decided to settle down. I signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security, wandering near suspicious characters and listening in. I uncovered some incredible dealings and was awarded a batch of medals.'
'I got married, had a mess of puppies, and now just retired.'

The guy is amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner what he wants for the dog.

'Ten dollars,' the guy says.

'Ten dollars? This dog is amazing! Why on earth are you selling him so cheap?'

'Because he's a Bullshitter . He's never been out of the yard'


Dan M. circa 2016
( taken from my vast collection of online blog archieves)
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SWAT TEAM ACCIDENTLY KILLS HIGHLY DECORATED NAVY SEAL IN FREAKISH MISHAP.
Posted:Nov 15, 2018 4:07 pm
Last Updated:Nov 16, 2018 10:29 pm
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SWAT TEAM ACCIDENTLY KILLS HIGLY DECORATED NAVY SEAL IN FREAKISH MISHAP.

Posted:Jan 18, 2015 4:01 am

Last Updated:Jan 20, 2015 1:18 pm

38,153 Views O-Hell fellow Members, My name is Bob Boob better known in these west-mid parts as the one and only BACKWARDS GUY.

Today run over with deep guilt (should read over run) I to vent and purge and finally come out with the truth about my one and only greatly failed Mission as Captain and leader of our Capac Michigan Swat Team.

(Capac spelled backwards reads capac)

In passing my police department application test, I scored all 150 exam questions wrong a near impossibility that made Chief Powers think I some kind of genius and he hired me immediately.

Within two weeks, I had made 16 illegal traffic stops that while illegal and no arrests were made...Lead to over 16 million dollars of hard core drugs our Department confiscated.

Promoted to Captain I found myself without a hell of a lot of actual training, heading up a highly equipped and trained 14 member certified Swat Team.

Only two days on the dam job, Chief Powers gave me written instructions to perform a real dangerous Raid on a big Crystal Meth manufacturing Lab located in Capic's most plush and expensive neighborhood.

His written instructions were to assemble my entire team and hit this dangerous dope house at exactly 2 am in the wee hours of themorning. Chief Powers also insisted on
not making much noise as to awake and panic sleeping nearby neighbors should gun fire or bombs go off.

With the chief off fishing for early season wall eyes in Lake Michigan, I started roll call at headquarters 45 minutes before the raid.. The only thing there was the Chief said 2AM and I got it backwards and set it for 2 PM in the afternoon that Saturday..

In it silent like the chief ordered, in stead of parking all of our Swat military type Units a block and a half away, I got the brilliant idea to use the Meter Maids Segway's riding vehicles instead. (those cuties don't ever work weekends).

Only automatic weapons were carried by sling as we made our way clear across the city in our SWAT Vests and full uniforms.

This freakin raid now unknowingly to all some 12 hours late, was supposed to be at a residence at 721 Palm street. Instead I got it sort of backwards and directed my team to set up a perimeter at 127 Palm street which is the sole residence of our towns biggest Military hero,

E-6 Chief Petty Officer William Armstrong USN Retired!

I Found out later, Mr Armstrong was expected his elderly mom and pop over for a nice Saturday afternoon lunch with all the trimmings. This included a six pound Pork Roast he was just taking out of the oven when my team arrived and got set up outside.

In his kitchen with his living room television turned up real loud to hear the Detroit Tigers vs New York Yankees baseball game, I had mistaken Chiefs written command to go in silent and take the bull by the horn.

Instead I picked up my BULL HORN and instead of saying " Come out with your hands up, I yelled 'OUT COME WITH YOUR FEET UP!!"

Thinking my announcement mean he was coming out feet first in a body bag and in being a highly trained seal team 5 veteran, PO6 Will Armstrong immediately sprung into instant action by grabbing his always loaded and nearby HK MP5 9mm machjne gun and ran to shut off his living room television set.

Yes drug dealers used to live there before him and he was alert to them maybe coming back for a HUGE CASK of drugs he found hidden in basement he had turned into our Chief Powers. It was pure uncut Columbian high grade coke with a street value estimated at over $600,000.

This was when our K-9 dog Barko trained by the FBI for both drug sniffing and fire arms presence started to go crazy barking and trying to get off his leach....(see photo number 1 below).

How the heck was I too know that Barko was strictey feed only non fat pork to keep him lean.mean and in excellent health.. Yes he got a good wiff of that nice Pork Loin just out of the oven and got a bit over excited!

So thinking this drug house was about to open up on us, I gave the order to FIRE AT WILL........ Inside hearing my bull horn command he knew was not drug dealers at all and had to be the Capac Police Dept.

When he came to the front door carrying that auto weapon, my boys cut loose with everything they had, No only armor piercing bullets, but with smoke bombs and flash grenades too.

The coroner had stopping counting the bullet holes in poor Mr. Armstong
body after reaching some 150 confirmed penetrations........His house went up in smoke and was almost completely burnt to the ground when his poor mom and dad arrived for lunch brunch.....

Chief Powers fishing trip was cut short and I was FIRED when he was still 35 miles from Capac.. I should add that in his final seconds spent alive on earth,
Will Armstong training cut in as he pulled the trigger to his auto 9mm that sent a volley of bullets heading our way before we all returned hostle fire...

Of the 15 Segways parked behind us,. 13 were struck and deemed totaled. So all the meter maids were pissed off at our swat team

The towns mayor fired Chief Powers for allowing me to not only join his once fine Department, but to Lead its most dangerous element also.

There was no law against not reading the time correctly or mistaking Leading the bull for talking into a bull horn. I was cut loose and not even sued...

And that's exactly what happened........The only good thing about that screwed up swat raid gone wrong, was that Barko the dog did break free and consumed every freaken scrap of that nice med rare roast..

enjoy the photo;s



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A COMIC DEER STORY DISNEY WOULD NEVER APPROVE OF ( F rated )
Posted:Nov 15, 2018 2:20 pm
Last Updated:Nov 16, 2018 8:21 pm
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( not for the pure of fart!) Dec , 20

BAMBI THE HARD LUCK FARTING BUCK!

It was some 238 ago long before Dallas Texas became a busy metropolos, that Mrs. John Deere gave birth one late April morning to a four pound cuddly bundle of spots! Yes five days later when he first opened his cute little brown eyes, the forest newest little creature was named by the friendly forest village of rabbits, chipmunks, squirrels and even Barny the wise owl. How proud Mrs. Deere was of her very first born. A fine healthy somewhat mischiefous fawn they all had collectively named BAMBY.

But with the yearly April showers not relenting, poor little Bamby had to park his butt under the protection of a big crooked Sagamore tree for nearly a week before Mr. Sun finally appeared out of the eastern sky. Oh how wonderful it was for cute little innoncent Bamby to run and frolic among the early soft spring plant life. Yes him and his brand new rabbit friend Thumper would play tag, or hide n seek all day long until the shiny stars would come out along with the always flickering lightning bugs!

It was then that all the peaceful animals would seek shelter for both comfort and safety from that mean pack of roving western coyottes that liked nothing better than to hunt in almost complete darkness for fresh new meat. Having learned their ambush tricks well, all of the little creatures and their famlies were quite safe that entire spring and summer. By the time fall had arrived, Bamby had shed all of his fawn spots and now his brilliant red coat was slowly changing into his very first grayish winter coat. It was then that Mrs. Deere first noticed the unusual birthmark located on the very center of Bambies young rump. Yes whenever Bamby lifted up his long white tail to wag it, that birth mark clearly showed for all to see!

Yes perfectly formed by a freak quirk of nature, were the black colored letters that clearly spelled out ASS BLASTS ! With Farmer Browns Soy Bean field now his favorite place to browse and feed in, Bamby's aways farting ass was indeed a place no one wanted to ever be anywhere near. Soon his powerful renlentless Farts had become almost non stop! Also so darn loud no animals could even hear the crickets churp. Yes while she deerly (no pun intended) loved her more than anything, Mrs. Deere herself couldnt take the smell and began to always stay distant and downwind of her poor Bamby as did all the other forest creatures.

So as that first year and a half passed (along with countless tens of thousands of the worse smelling farts on earth), Bamby became a loner and outcast without even one single friend. Now fully weaned and starting to sprout little antler stubs inside both of his ears. a teenage Bamby was walking around with his white tail always pointing straight up in the air. Yes every single time poor lonesome Bamby took but a few steps, he would rip off a real loud one that sometimes echoed throughtout the entire forests. Soon all the other animals began to secretely and jokenly call poor Bambie THE HARD LUCK SMELLY FART BUCK!

Not being able to handle his ongoing verbal animal ridicule, with tear stained eyes on a cold late November moonless night, Bamby silently slipped away from his forest village home and wandered deep into the Forbidden Forest where no animals ever dared enter. Yes the evil forest where no one had ever returned from. For nearly a full day, Bamby wandered deeper and deeper until he was so lost and afraid, he stood on the very edge of a high mountain cliff trying to muster up his courage to jump off!!!!

Just as Bamby was about to take his one last fatal step, he heard a gigantic Fart right behind him. No it hadn't come from his ass at all as he turned around to spot this gorgous long lashed smiling doe deer standing but yards away. Yes her name was Dallas Doe and God she just about his exact same age and so very incredabely beautiful as well! Yes it was her warm sexy smile that brought Bamby back from the very edge.

Soon they found themselves standing nose to nose sniffing while slowly wagging uplifted tails! An hour later after chasing her for many miles into this large peaceful lower valley, they sat together catching their breaths in a meadow of high golden colored alfalfa! It was there over the next few hours, that they fell madly in Love with each other. Yes just like Bamby, Dallas Doe also shared the very same Farting Disorder! For she too had preferred the soft endless array of Farmer Browns Soy Bean field before also running away nearly a month before!

So that mild winter with little blanketed valley snow on the ground to hinder them, both grew together into strong healthy deer entering their primes. With all of the valley's soil containing exceptionally high red mineral ore content, all of their grazing browse and feed indeed contained high amounts of nitrogen which always caused the both of them to have constent ! However both were now completely used to it and each other and not bothered a bit by any of it. Yes while Bamby missed his and some of his old former animal village friends, Dallas Doe now had become the Love of Bamby's Life. Yes back in the early part of December, she had come into her first heat and now in late March. was carrying two unborn twin fawns that would be making their way into the world in a few short weeks.

Yes everything had been so wonderful for the both of them until that dreadful day when a loud rumbling coming from the north awoke both of them from a peaceful late morning nap. Yes while the snow in the pocketed valley had been quite sparse, record amounts had covered both the flat lands as well as the upper mountain passes. Yes nearly 80 feet high and traveling at almost 60 miles an hour, the spring melt off flood was raging toward them like a giant Tsumani! Thank god both were swift and strong enough to run full speed for many many miles to escape its wrath. While winded and trembling, both stood safely side by side now back in the very heart of the forbidden forests!

It was Bamby that suggested that the both of them should return to the animal village. Perhaps things had changed and maybe both of them might just be welcome there? After their long run for survival, both walked slowly side by side until shortly before midnight, the once firmilar smells of Farmer Browns Soy Bean Field filled both of their nostrils. Yes with a full harvest moon almost directly above them, they were but a half mile away from the animal village when both began to hear to unmistakable cries of animal panic. Yes that pack of western coyottes numbering some 35 in all, had the animal village completely surrounded and helpless! While a few couragous older bucks were trying to hold them off from the impending coyotte attack, with no fall and winter antlers they were no match for those hungry brazen large pack of coyettes.

So as that closing circle grew smaller and smaller, the helpless trapped bunny, chipmunk, squirrel, racoon and deer families began to pray as they crowded together in terror! Yes as Claude the coyotte leader closed in to claim Mrs. Deere as his first helpless victum, suddenly out of nowhere appeared a long forgotten HARD LUCK SMELLY FART BLOWING BUCK!!!!!

With one long swift well measured leap, Bamby landed but a few short feet in front of Claudes long snarling snapping teeth. Turning with his uplifted tail that presented such an inviting target of tender soft rump to Claude the Coyette, Bamby waited until those wide open fanged jaws were but a foot from his ass before he blasted off his first big FART! A fart so mean and vicious, that it knocked Claude right off of his four furry feet. Instantly as the foul strong smell of recycled alfalfa hit his sensitive nose, Claude began yelping as he turned to get away. Now a second deer appeared out of nowhere as she too began to blast those bully coyottes. God the smell was so dam bad, that pack of cowardly coyettes ran non stop for nearly fifty miles to Fort Worth before stopping to rest.

Yes that animal village was saved that Harvest Mooned late March night some 238 ago when Bamby and Dallas Doe Deer became the new leaders of both the deer and animal herds.

Soon a fair share of Farmer Browns Soy Bean fields became grazing food for one and all alike. Even the skunks were then accepted as by that point in time, for they all smelled like hell!

Yes while Disney can never ever make a movie about this true to life tail (no pun intended) I certainly can share it with you. Yes honestly while its hard to really believe, two simple words can sum it all up...

NO CHIT

Dan M. another comical Blog by request. 03561


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MY CREATION POEM dedicated to MrsJoe
Posted:Nov 15, 2018 10:09 am
Last Updated:Nov 15, 2018 10:29 pm
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MANKINDS GIFT OF CREATiON

Creation has no real known boundaries
Nor is it governed by any of natures laws

In fact it has arrivesd here totally limitless
To serve man kinds scripted intended cause

He created something new and wonderful
Out of perhaps a simple loneliness thought

Great novels, history and human leaders
That have inspired us all into being taught

For it is man kinds scripted complex destiny
With many well chosen reasons to advance

The full purpose and meaning of realizing life
Taking us mortals far beyond just random chance

Creation fulfills all of our most wildest dreams
Of learning and the embetterment of our souls

It's the very reason and true foundation for life itself
Upon Judgement day, The Greatest Story ever Told


Dan M. July 7,2016 03561 ---------© Copyright . All Rights Reserved.



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WHY YOUR HERE TODAY FINALLY ANSWERED!
Posted:Nov 14, 2018 12:04 pm
Last Updated:Nov 15, 2018 1:40 pm
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FATHER TIME AND MOTHER NATURE

It was the very first glorious universal marriage
Commencing at the very beginning of known time

When Creation then dearly needed family
So that all of existence could spawn divine

For explosions and expansion surely mattered
Forming unlimited heavenly bodies so supreme

Such an endless glorious colored spectrum
Viewing the full scope of this majestic scene

Thus Father Time began his march forward
With Mother Nature quite loyal at his side

So much hard work needed by them both
Before the Miracle of Life would arrive

The cooling down of our blazing planet earth
By those centuries of needed torrential rains

Almost four billion years would then pass by
Before the first forms of modern mankind came

While father time provided those stages for life
Mother Nature set about all her Mandated laws

Survival of the fittest would always be held high
Leaving no opportunity for any weakened flaws

So we are all gathered here today
In this thing Darwin named Evolution

For where this all goes no one truly knows
So simply draw your very own conclusions !

Dan M. March 2, 2017 03561

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STARGAZING FOR HER HEAVENLY SOULMATE
Posted:Nov 14, 2018 12:49 am
Last Updated:Nov 15, 2018 1:42 pm
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HER UNSEEN SOUL MATE

SHES FOUND HERSELF A SOUL MATE
BUT HE'S MERELY A CONSTELLATION PRIZE

NO OTHER WOMAN CAN POSSIBLY SEE HIM
FOR HE'S INVISIBLE TO ALL OTHERS PROBING EYES

ONLY SHE CAN HEAR HIS SILENT VOICE
THIS STRICKLY NIGHT PERSON FROM AFAR

NEVER TO APPEAR ON THE WALK OF FAME
ALTHOUGH HE LIVES AMONGST THE STARS

AND WHY DOES SHE ALWAYS LOOK UP TO HIM
WHEN HE'S ALWAYS LOOKING DOWN AT HER

FOR FLATTERY GETS HER NOWHERE
NOR WILL LIMO'S, JEWELS OR FURS

HIS SMALL FAMILY IS BUT TWO DISTANT COUSINS
FAITH AND HOPE ARE THEIR HEAVENLY NAMES

FOR THEY BOTH ALSO CAN DELIVER PROMISES
FOR HONEST TRUE WISHES VOID OF SELFISH GAIN

IT'S ONLY DURING SOME CLOUDY TIMES
THAT HER CONNECTION BECOMES LOST

YES A STARLESS NIGHT VOID OF HIS DELIGHTS
WITH HER SLEEPLESS PILLOW SADLY TOSSED

BUT THANK GOD FOR TOMORROWS
WHEN SHE CAN AGAIN WISELY GAZE

TO THOSE CLEAR SKIES UP ABOVE
THAT SHE NOW SO DEARLY LOVES

BRINGING SUCH PROMISE HER DESERVING WAY

Dan M. Mar. 3, 2017 03561

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