reply to post by semperfortis
Color me stupid Semp. But I have a lil story for ya's that brags on Randy a bit.
Early eighties I was roofer in So California. Right, so I became quite familiar with
my Vaughn shake axe. One day the crew was all rolled up early and ganged around
the bed of my truck pop'n tops on the Bud. Weiser that is (don't get excited ).
So with my tool bucket sit'n there and my bags draped around it. My axe was just
to ready available. Sixtythree fit away was a six" by six" power pole. I was on the
farthest side of my truck away from the pole. And before evryone had their beers
I set mine down in the back of the truck and on a whim just wing'n it. I grabbed
my axe from bucket side. Reared it back over my head all right handed. And flung
that sucker over everones head. I'm talkn bikers, rednecks, cowboys and plain
ass street urchins in their time off. And my partner Terry. All watching with this
blank look on their face like WTF? My axe tumbled thru the air and stuck in that skinny
power pole dead center. And I have to brag, because the beer being spit and laughter
and continued, blank looks and double takes and the guys just look'n at me and say'n
G-D boy ! Well I can only say it was worth every shake axe I ever owned. So funny
all those really tuff people from there on say'n, "Don't mess with him, he has an axe !"
Definetly worth the memory. one hundred percent total luck.
edit on 6-3-2014 by randyvs because: (no reason given)