Dear Knot-Ti-CAL Eel ... Just so you know, Back when I was "Your Age" I loaned a stranded guy, my 1964 VW Bug. He needed to get to Humbolt County and he refused to Take my ONLY vehicle without leaving some items of his own. I suppose his idea may have been founded elsewhere, Possibly a German "MORAL" Issue. Well, he left me with a Wagon Load of Water Cooled, Belt Fed, WWI & WWII Machine Guns + Tripods. This cargo also had old narrow wooden boxes of Cloth belted ammo.
Back then, I had no need for such weight or massive volume of "STUFF"... I knew if I asked my Mother permission to place it in her garage, I would get beaten so, I hauled it over by the side yard dog kennel under a covered Tarp.
Time passed and the guy never returned with my VW. I had slowly built an Old fashioned Skul Boat from Drawing in books from the Public Library.
I had not gotten around to making an Ore but my friends were catching Rock Cod's simply by getting out on the waters.
I felt left out + Missing out so I got a Tri-Pod, secured it in the flat bottomed Boat then, took it out North of Half Moon Bay. Once the Boat was in the water, I struggled to Carry the Propulsion unit out and affix it.
I thought the Boat and my stuff might sink but we floated well. I connected the dots (Mechanically) and pulled the Crescent Moon Accelerate lever.
The Belt Fed Machine Gun fired and all I had to do was traverse the angle of the rearward shooting and finally, I understood how to steer something akin to an Outboard Motor.
Yes, the Recoil was moving my Homemade Boat. I was having fun and felt success up until I saw a Seagull fly low, right behind me. I lowered the Machine Guns handle so Bullets flew Higher (To Hit the Seagull) and in turning both the ends of the Machine Gun (Up-Down) I nearly flipped my Boat. I never knew if I had hit the Seagull.
I fished and caught one Rock Cod that Swallowed two others and kept fishing until my tiny Boat was near sunk.
I had many ore wooden boxes of ammo so I knew I would get back to Shore. However, I never Noticed that the Strong Pacific Current had moved me far to the North.
The Sun was going down so I needed to get to the shore. I was wet and cold. Any shoreline was better than where I was. In the process of shooting up all of the remaining belted ammo, I did get to the Beach. I gathered up endless amounts of Driftwood and built a Fire to get warm and hopefully; Dried off.
Once Dry and Lucid I saw a sign. A Human had made this sigh. It Read: Per Overton, No Fires in Shelter Cove.
I left everything and ran Home. I passed the ALTAMONT WOODSTOCK Festival on my way Home. That might have been even a more frightening place.
Eel, I am Home but never got my VW Back. Who knows whom has all of the Tri-Pod Machine Guns up in Shelter Cove that I left. Likely a Honda Trail 90 owner, down the street from you.
Wood-Stock or be it Bump-Stock...it's way to much for me.
Jagerdad
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