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Post by iamnobody on Nov 22, 2021 14:20:28 GMT -6
Bob got the hams and bacon back from the guy curing them. While there he heard that the backwoods Appalachia was being mostly left alone but there were still reports of patrols of FEMANZI being seen. Rumor also had it that the locals were “disposing” of them when they were seen.
The garden was done for the season. The Arkansas Black apple trees were hanging full with the late season crop, should be ready to pick in a week or 2. Most of them would go in the root cellar and last through late spring. Bob had asked his uncle about needing some deer, maybe 2 or 3. Now Bob wasn't about to waste a load of 000 buckshot on a deer. He would do what they had down for the last 100 years. He used uncle's single shot 22LR and shot the deer in the head from a few yards away. Quick, easy, quiet and no meat wasted. They made a lot of jerky, canned a lot of chunked meat for soup and saved a side of ribs to cook and slather with BBQ sauce. They stretched the hides out on the side of the shed to dry. Another local man would be able to make moccasins from the hides.
President Doolittle made an announcement about home gardens being outlawed. Something about the terrorists having spread E coli over the land and all crops would be contaminated and kill you. Doolittle said her health secretary, Dr Fumble was projecting 60% of the US people to die from it. She urged people to report any one trying to grow their own food. Looking at his uncle in disbelief, Bob asked how much more insane things would she try to get the people to believe..His uncle told him there were a lot of dumb people out there.
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Post by gipsy on Nov 22, 2021 17:50:15 GMT -6
More surface everyday.
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Post by iamnobody on Nov 22, 2021 18:02:00 GMT -6
When not on watch, Bob reloaded more buckshot rounds. A 3 inch empty Fiocchi hull, the correct powder charge, an X12X gas seal, a cork cushion, a teflon wrap cut to fit inside the hull, 10 pellets of 000 stacked 2 per layer, 5 high, buffer shaken down between the pellets, and an overshot card on top. Then used the tool to roll crimp the hull closed. Not the fastest production but a satisfying ammo load.
President Doolittle had her FEMANAZY troops everywhere. Nazis in Germany held solidarity marches to show support of the FEMANAZI. A lot of countries sanctioned the US. Russia, China and their satellite countries just sat back and watched. Any person caught speaking out against President Doolittle or Dr Fumble were made to disappear. The truth was illegal to speak.
One day Bob and his uncle were out scouting. Up the road about 2 miles they came across a black SUV parked. It was hard to tell through the tinted windows but it looked like 3, maybe 4 people inside. They moved up till about 10 yards away and watched. They saw an occasional window roll down a bit and a cigarette butt would be flicked out. Bob was on the driver's side and uncle was on the passenger side. After 15 minutes all 4 doors opened and out stepped 4 FEMANAZI. Bob's 11-87 shotgun sent 20 pellets of 000 buckshot into the 2 on his side and uncle's pumped shotgun did the same on his side.
Bob and uncle waited 5 minutes, watching. Then slowly moved in, checked the bodies and inside the SUV. No one inside and when 10 pellets of 000 buckshot hit a person, there is no need of a medic. Looking at the bodies, Bob was surprised to see that 1 of them was the sheriff of the adultery with his ex wife Lori. Inside the SUV was a folder of several documents. Info on the local operations of FEMANAZI, locations of people, supplies, lists of names of “wanted” locals and even showed a lot of the men and his ex wife were in the area. After dumping the SUV and bodies, Bob told his uncle that he was going to go find his ex wife and her men and wipe them out, at least put an end to that part of their troubles. Uncle said he would come along.
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Post by ydderf on Nov 22, 2021 20:55:24 GMT -6
Thanks eh!
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Post by iamnobody on Nov 23, 2021 9:03:03 GMT -6
Back at the cabin they looked at the lists for the local wanted people. Bob's name was at the top. Looking at the list, a lot of the other names were older people in the area that had skills in how-to areas of production. Uncle said it reminded him of Cambodia when Pol Pot took over and basically killed all educated people and teachers. It seemed that President Doolittle might be doing the same thing. Bob put out the word to the locals for a meeting.
Once everyone was gathered together at the small clearing where the meeting was being held and guards put out, Bob started talking. Told them of the papers they found with the list of names. The 15 people on the list weren't surprised, at some point in their lives they all had run ins with the government wanting to control what they did. They had all survived, a few government agents hadn't. This was nothing new to them.
The place the FEMANAZI were located was a vacation home owned by some city dude who stayed a few days out of the year, more money than brains is what the locals thought. The house was 30 miles away. A big sprawling house. Bob asked for volunteers to go along to wipe out the nest of vipers. The papers said there would be 20 FEMANAZI, 30 guys agreed to go. Plans were made to go in 48 hours, giving time for an advance 2 man team to do a visual on the place and report back.
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Post by iamnobody on Nov 23, 2021 12:57:44 GMT -6
The 2 man team reported back and told everything was as in the papers. It seems they spent most of their time indoors when they weren't assigned patrols. Seems like they were doing a lot of drinking at night.
The attack team assembled, 30 men with assorted weapons, mostly shotguns, a few AR15s, one man had a “Tommy” gun and another was carrying a BAR. Bob had his 11-87 with several pouches of buckshot and one pouch of slugs. He also had 2 small wooden boxes a little over 12 inches cubed. By 11PM they had encircled the place. One man said it would be a lot better if they could get the FEMANAZI out of the home, Bob smiled. They could hear loud sounds of partying from inside.
Bob eased up against the home near an open window. Taking a quick peek over the windowsill he could see bottles of beer everywhere. Several of the people were already naked with a woman dancing, that woman was his ex wife Lori. With a grin, Bob took the 2 crates he had, placed them through the window and quickly opened the doors of both. Within seconds the screams began, followed by FEMANAZI running out the front and back doors.
There was a lot of gagging going on from the spray of the 2 skunks that Bob had in the crates. But a lot of the FEMANAZI were holding onto weapons so the locals were opening fire. Bob heard many shotgun booms, the buuurp of the Tommy gun, the heavy bellow of the BAR. He fired his own shotgun several times and the 000 buckshot was grinding them up.
Someone yelled they were taking fire from the brush, a FEMANAZI patrol was responding to their attack. The locals focus their shots on the muzzle flashes in the brush and soon eliminated the threat. Then Bob heard “whump, whump, whump and a Huey helicopter came into view with several men hanging out the sides with M16s firing. The locals responded. Bob fired 5 rounds of buckshot at the Huey in less than 2 seconds and reloaded with his 1 ½ ounce full bore slugs. The slugs were ripping through the Huey body like a hot knife through butter. Bob heard the BAR joining in and within seconds the Huey was tumbling downwards and burst into flames.
They still had 5 prisoners from the house, one of them was Lori. Walking up, Lori was screaming and spitting at him. Using cuss words that would make a sailor blush, all the while she is naked. Bob looked her in the eyes when she finally stopped and said “you lose” He shot her between the eyes with a slug that was still in his weapon. Her whole head literally exploded blood and brain matter flying everywhere. He looked at the other captives who cringed. One of the captives was recognized as the mayor of the city. Bob looked at the man with the Tommy gun, nodded and then another buuurp was heard followed by the rest of the captives falling to the ground. Bob gave orders to search the house for paperwork, etc.
His uncle asked if he was ready to leave, that he wanted to get Bob into the truck to take him home before he passed out from the wounds. Bob looked down, saw several streaks of blood coming from his arm and leg, then the ground raised up to meet him. His uncle shook his head and said now we have to lift his big behind into the truck.
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Post by sniper69 on Nov 23, 2021 14:18:28 GMT -6
Thank you for the latest chapters, this is getting good. I'm curious though, what happened to Lori's twin sister?
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Post by iamnobody on Nov 23, 2021 14:34:17 GMT -6
Thank you for the latest chapters, this is getting good. I'm curious though, what happened to Lori's twin sister? Stay tuned...........
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Post by gipsy on Nov 23, 2021 14:57:16 GMT -6
Didn't she get it a few chapters back when she tried to knife him.
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Post by iamnobody on Nov 23, 2021 15:17:36 GMT -6
Didn't she get it a few chapters back when she tried to knife him. That was Lori the waitress, who was the cousin of his ex wife Lori.
The twin sister Laura hasn't come back into the story yet.........
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Post by texican on Nov 23, 2021 17:47:51 GMT -6
There was a lot of gagging going on from the spray of the 2 skunks that Bob had in the crates.
Now that had to stink. Skunks can clear out a house or school in seconds.
My senior year in high, we had a new school that had a raised concrete floor with crawl space. Somehow a skunk got in the crawl space and someone really pissed the skunk off and he sprayed enough that it was leaking into the school then a not so bright person opened the door to the crawl space and the school was vacated while it aired out. The school officials never did figure out how the skunk made it into the crawl space.
Had my run in with skunks as a youngin at the the farm ranch we lived at.
The first encounter was when we came home from church and the rat dogs were raising hell in the chicken coup. This 5 year old headed to the chicken coup and saw that the rat dogs had trapped a skunk in a corner of the chicken coup. I picked up a long stick and hit the skunk which then sprayed me, but the rat dogs made short work of the skunk. My clothes were buried and I had to take several baths in a wash tub outside including being washed down with tomato juice by my maternal grandmother which was a shock to a 5 year old boy.
The second encounter was down the hill from the house and main barn at the hay barn where the square bales were stored. There was a hole in the hay bales at about my head height that the rat dogs were barking at. I siced the rat dogs and into the hole Peggy went and then she came out backwards dragging a skunk and dropped it down my front at my feet and the rat dogs tore the skunk to pieces. Another round of burying clothes and taking outside baths in a wash tub.
Have killed all skunks that I have seen and remembered to not be close when the rat dogs got to them.
Hit something coming home for the holidays from Texas Tech. Wasn't something big, so stopped at the next city that had lights and when I got to the left front tire it was obvious that another skunk had sprayed his last.
My maternal grandfather taught the rat dogs to take on anything that when he told them to sic it. One day I was out playing with my billy goat and he would only butt the bodark corral post once when normally he would do it twice before walking off. The rat dogs were with me and I decided in my young age wisdom to sic the rat dogs on my billy goat. Was not a good decision. Peggy had my billy goat by the nose and Shorty had my billy goat by the throat and I could not get them off. I let out a scream like I was mortally wounded and my grandmother who was not 5' tall hit the back screen door and once on the back porch then she hit the ground running. The back porch was about 4' off the ground. Grandmother made it to me and grabbed me shook me asking if I was all right. I told grandmother I was ok, but the rat dogs were killing my billy goats. Grandmother again asked me if I was ok and I told I was, but the rat dogs were killing my billy goat. She dropped me and made the rat dogs leave my billy goat alone. Then grandmother looked at me and stated that if I siced the rat dogs on my billy goat again she would let them kill the billy goat and we would eat billy goat for a while.
I never did sic the rat dogs on anything unless it needed to be dead.
Texican....
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Post by gipsy on Nov 23, 2021 18:08:40 GMT -6
even in the city I have skunk stories. Mostly from the dog being to dumb to leave them alone.
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Post by papaof2 on Nov 23, 2021 18:18:53 GMT -6
I guess I've been fortunate to have never encountered an unhappy skunk. I don't think I've missed anything ;-)
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Post by iamnobody on Nov 23, 2021 18:38:48 GMT -6
My late wife told me a story about before I married her when she lived in a big city.
She saw a cat go under her car and she bent down to call that black and white kitty out from under her car...........
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Post by texican on Nov 23, 2021 18:55:09 GMT -6
My late wife told me a story about before I married her when she lived in a big city. She saw a cat go under her car and she bent down to call that black and white kitty out from under her car........... iam, This is the type of situation with our dear wives to keep our mouths shut, but sometimes our brains shut down and we can't help ourselves, but the punishment is worth it most of the times. As you age, wisdom comes along and mostly stops our stupid actions, most of the time. Texican....
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Post by ydderf on Nov 23, 2021 20:20:14 GMT -6
Thank you
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Post by kansasterri on Nov 24, 2021 8:31:49 GMT -6
I live-trapped a skunk, once.
See, there was SOMETHING digging under my chicken run at night, and that concerned be greatly as it was possible that whatever it was might dig under the run some day before I got the ladies safely locked into the hen house for the night. Now in the past it has always been a coon or a possum, but not this time!
Fortunately there are a lot of you-tubes about safely moving a skunk, and in spite of the both of us being nervous it went VERY well. See, a skunk will not spray what a skunk cannot see. So we approached it blanket first, draped it over the trap,and drove it out of town.
Releasing it made the both of us nervous, but the skunk was patient and after a minute or two it left the cage and ran into the brush.
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Post by iamnobody on Nov 24, 2021 11:23:43 GMT -6
A few hours later Bob wakes up to find himself back at the cabin in bed. His uncle sees he is awake and told him “you never did like the sight of your own blood and just now you wake up after it took 4 men to carry your sorry big behind in here?” Bob groaned and uncle grinned “just jerking your chain” Bob had 4 bullet holes in him and had lost some blood. He asked about the other team members and was told they suffered only some light wounds, the FEMANZI had been completely wiped out They had recovered a pile of documents, texts, video, and photos from the raid.
Uncle had pics of all the FEMANAZI, which Bob looked through. He identified the sheriff and the DA from northern Michigan, he also double checked the pic of a headless Lori to make sure it was her. There was no birthmark, so it was. He wondered where and what her twin sister Laura was doing and hoped she wouldn't ever come around. When done looking at the pics, his uncle took the memory disc they were on and buried it in a safe place far from the cabin, in case they needed the pics in the future. The documents and etc were already being studied by several people for info.
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Post by iamnobody on Nov 24, 2021 14:32:18 GMT -6
Thanksgiving Day was here. President Doolittle had cut off electric power to all “rebel” areas which was basically all areas except for big cities where 95% of the population was extremely liberal. Bob and uncle had their small solar setups for running the shortwave radio, small fridge and some lights. The cabin had a propane cooking stove and also a wood burning cookstove if there was no propane. In fact during the colder months, the cookstove was used for heating and cooking. It got a little chilly at night, but with sleeping bags and several blankets, they stayed comfy. Their water came from a well. Now with no electricity, they used a deep water water hand pump to get water..
They had a lot to be thankful for. The backwoods Appalachia was doing fine. Most people there didn't see much difference in life from what they lived before President Doolittle and Dr Fumble. It was just him and his uncle for the meal but they went all out, knowing any leftovers would be kept for the next few days to eat. They had a slice of ham from their pigs, 2 baked Ruffed Grouse, mashed potatoes, some candied sweet potatoes, pinto beans with some bacon chunks, stuffing, canned green beans from their garden, cranberry sauce and gravy for over everything. They knew better than to eat too much though and get sleepy, they had to stay alert, even on this day.
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Post by udwe on Nov 24, 2021 21:56:46 GMT -6
Great story, keep going!
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Post by ydderf on Nov 24, 2021 23:26:48 GMT -6
Thank you
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Post by iamnobody on Nov 26, 2021 13:41:16 GMT -6
That winter was a cold one. There were blasts of arctic air blowing down out of Canada, one after another, just like someone was controlling the weather. Not much snow for them but cold. At least the coal provided good heat for the cabin, let the EPA complain. All the documents and etc had been gone through. Locations and names of local FEMANAZI There had been names of 2 undercover collaborators that lived near the town 50 miles away.. Those 2 had been found taking a trip into the brush for fuel to heat and they must have had an accident because they were never heard from again.
Bob was completely healed from his wounds, they all appeared to be from 9mm FMJ ammo and had just punched small holes going in and out. By Spring he was back to normal and wanting to get busy on the planting of the garden this year. Bob and his uncle decided to risk a trip to the edge of town to a seed store. So armed with their guns, they headed there.
Arriving there, the only clerks were a man and a woman. They were wearing their shirts with “New Green Deal” on them and had on their “environment friendly” hemp sandals. Bob saw garden seeds in bulk containers and started reaching for them. Both clerks were instantly there, saying they would have to see his government authorization to buy them. Bob told them that he didn't have one. He noticed their name tags, Kevin and Karen.
The clerks demanded to see his ID, they were going to have to report him. Both clerks were the skinny, tree hugging entitled people. Bob asked “you will be reporting me for buying seeds?” Kevin and Karen leaned up, trying to get into Bob's face while demanding his ID. Bob looked at his uncle and then wrapped a ham size hand around each of their throats, lifted them both off the floor while squeezing. They struggled, trying to get loose but they were no match. Soon their faces turned blue, then their struggles ceased as they lost conscious. Bob and his uncle quickly loaded the truck with all the seeds and all other gardening things, then drove out of town.
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Post by iamnobody on Nov 26, 2021 14:28:38 GMT -6
That evening back at home, Bob and uncle were on the internet vie satellite. They were listening to the news. The lead news story was about rebels roughing up 2 sales clerks and stealing seeds and gardening supplies. The news had video footage of the 2 clerks who still looked shaken by their ordeal. The clerks were whining about rebels abusing them and how they needed to go to a safe space and wasn't sure when they would be able to work again. (Ah, poor Kevin and Karen) The news said President Doolittle promised to do everything to defeat these rebel patriots. Bob laughed.
They were able to get their garden planted but then with the warmer weather, the FEMANAZI started attacks again. The FEMANAZI were having problems getting out this far from town due to fuel shortages and lack of desire to go out in the ”bush” away from the comforts of town. Still every week they were in battles with several FEMANAZI patrols who were unskilled in moving in the thick bush. They were tripping over the tin can trip alarms and being devastated by swarms of buckshot. Or on patrol, if one stopped to step in the bush for a nature call, they often failed to return to the patrol. By summer, there were tales being told among the FEMANAZI about there being a “Sasquatch” living in the Appalachia who was killing FEMANAZI with its bare hands. Upon hearing that, Bob was chuckling as he looked in the mirror combing his hair. 6 feet 6 inches tall, 240 pounds, long hair over his shoulders and his big bushy beard hanging to his stomach, he had no clue where that rumor came from.
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Post by ydderf on Nov 26, 2021 18:31:16 GMT -6
thanks
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Post by iamnobody on Nov 27, 2021 19:08:40 GMT -6
By early summer, Bob and uncle were out in the bush on patrol. They had gotten word That FEMANAZI were out in force in the bush. Bob had seen smoke from what looked like a campfire and they were making their way towards it. They were slowly moving down a game trail when they heard running. Stepping back into the brush, one on each side of the trail, it was just a few seconds and they saw a woman with 3 young children running / stumbling down the trail. The woman went down, from tripping over an exposed root. Before she could get up, 6 FEMANAZI came barreling into view.
One of the FEMANAZI hit her in the face with his fist and knocked her out. Her 3 young children were crouched by her side crying, trying to get her up. A FEMANAZI was laughing as he approached the woman while fumbling with his pants to get them down. His laughter turned to a scream as Bob stepped out of the bush with his 11-87 shotgun up and booming. A load of buckshot gave the man another 10 belly buttons. His uncle stepped out of the other side and also began shooting. The FEMANAZI got a few shots off, with uncle receiving a grazing wound on his atm. 5 down and 1 running away. Just before the FEMANAZI got to a turn in the path, Bob double tapped him in the back with 2 loads of buckshot.
Scanning for any more enemy because they couldn't hear much over the wailing of the children. After clearing the weapons away from the bodies, Bob turns his attention to the woman and children. He and uncle sooth the children with gentle words and some dried apple slices. Bob is leaning over the woman, trying to use some water to bathe her face, when her eyes open to see a big, long haired, bushy beard image hovering over her. She lets out a long scream and passes out again. With a grin, uncle says he sees Bob is still making women swoon over him. Bob groans at the humor and then picks the woman gently up in his arms and has 1 child riding on his shoulders and uncle has the other 2 children as they head back to the cabin.
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