Posted by Chris on December 21, 1997 at 18:33:19:
In Reply to: Not much action tonight is there? posted by Bill Rooks on December 20, 1997 at 22:00:47:
:
: Jo, Joe and Mike,
: Not much action this evening is there? I mean here it is
: 11 Pm Central time and only FOUR posts all day!!! Come on
: people, where are you all??????
: I know, I must not have a life if it is Saturday night and
: all I have to do is watch for posts on this (or any) board,
: right? Wrong. Busy all day, made a gingerbread house,
: made two Williamsburg colonial game pies, we are wrapping
: presents, watched "It's a Wonderful Life" (man I love Jimmy
: Stewart. Now THERE is an actor, a war veteran, a good family man, an Air Force general, and a down to earth all around
: nice man.....miss him. Don't make them like him anymore.)
: and am about to sit down with my S.O. and have hot buttered
: rum.
: So where is everybody???? Hello? Hello?
: Well hell.....Merry Christmas to you too Joe, and Jo, and
: Mike. And all the rest of the Mohican Madness crew, and most
: especially to the rest of the Depends Brigade.
: Bill R.
Dear Bill,
We're still out here all right, but I think we're just resting up and grinning at the memories of the 18th. That was an incredible day! It would be hard to recreate hilarity like that again. Rich, please leave that thread on when you purge the board. It would be good for us to go back and laugh again with each other.
I wanted to quote a little from a newspaper article on the Wilderness Woman contest that the Talkeetna Bachelor's Society holds every year. It started as a way to lure eligible ladies to that small community- ones that could handle the lifestyle. It's tamed down a lot now. They don't have to gut real ptarmigan. Someone pointed out the liability of handing sharp knives to people and telling them to hurry. In the ptarmigan shooting contest, they now use pellet guns to shoot at "ptarmigan cleverly disguised as balloons". Anyway, I thought I'd describe the course in hopes that the more creative among you might be able to devise a similar contest for the gathering- one that would be appropriate for the warm climate and the period of the movie.
In the first event, the competitors sprinted 100 yards with two empty buckets, exchanged them for two buckets 2/3 filled with water and raced back. For every inch spilled, 10 seconds were added to the contestant's time.
In the next event, they had to fix and deliver lunch to a man who was lounging about watching TV. They had a short run, made a sandwich (not forgetting anything), opened a beer and delivered it to the bachelor- points off for spilling the beer, but the sandwich goes everywhere.
Then they run to a plastic sled hitched to an idling snowmachine. They load 5 pieces of wood on the sled, drive around a looped course and drop the wood on a bonfire.
In the most grueling event, they put on snowshoes and used a triple-hook salmon snag to catch foam fish from a "fishing hole" drawn in the road. After dropping the fish in a backpack, they ran to the ptarmigan shooting range and had to hit 3 ptarmigan balloons with pellets. Then they ran to a culvert, removed the snowshoes and crawled with them through the culvert where they were confronted by a "remarkably human-looking moose". After issuing a loud cry of fear, they dove back through the culvert, climbed a nearby ladder, rang a bell, descended the ladder, grabbed a paint ball gun and shot it until hitting the rampant moose-suited bachelor, and then returned the gun. Crawling back through the culvert and grabbing up their belongings, they finally crossed the finish line. This year's winner had a time of less than seven minutes.
And y'all thought life up here in the cold and the dark was boring. By the way, after today the days start getting longer. This is a major reason for celebration here. We're celebrating by finally getting that bloody moose out of the bottom of my refrigerator and into the freezer.
In case I don't get back to you again for awhile, I hope all of you have a great holiday season. Peace on earth and love to all.
Chris