General Music Chat

Okay, I went to the ganja-gi party.

A cpl ppl wanted to follow me. I stopped at a local grocery, figuring I'd buy some beer, but the store has quit selling beer. I got a buncha soda & went anyway, but that shoulda told me to just go back home.

My son went with me. He got way blasted, & a friend of mine took him home to crash.

I played a lot of music & had some good convos & stuff, but I didn't eat anything or drink anything but sodas.

I went to leave, but my son had my frikken keys.

Friend of mine was too messed up to drive cuz he ate some sort of mushroom cake, so he sent me home to get my keys in his truck, & his gf was gonna take him home. I went home, got the wife & headed back to the party to get our car in my bud's truck. As I was passing the store that doesn't sell beer anymore, I hit a big buck. Dammit I hate deer! Messed up my friend's truck pretty good, but it's still driveable - no major damage, just cosmetic.

Still, I hafta pay the deductable for the truck's injuries - & that's $500 I REALLY didn't need to be spending right now.

Didn't get his truck back to him until after 4 AM, & had to 'splain about the crap, too. The bitch of it all is that I was stone cold SOBER, & still have to pay for some dumb animal's mistakes.

Fortunately, my friend is very understanding, but I feel like a crumb.

I think I'll go roll my canoe & try to drown my sorrows today while I try to forget by fishing the blues away.





PS - did I mention that I REALLY HATE DEER? Didn't even get to kill the bastid & eat him...it had to be an 8 point buck, but he thrashed around when I went to take care of him in some which way, got up & limped off. So I don't even get to fill my freezer to compensate for the cruddy beast. (We have a relatively new law in WV that makes it legal to eat your road-kill - yes, I'm perfectly serious about that. They wrote it into law a cpl years ago.)

Poor deer....







Shroom cake sounds like fun. Shyt happens, man. Write a song bout it

Dang Philby,Im searchin back through the post lookin of a moral of the story, but there really isnt one???..Yeah,here in WEST BY GAWD, get ready to HIT SOME DEER becuase its in the law of Aves. that you will.Ive hit 2 myself. Yeah, if its any consolation, my bike just got stolen right out from under my nose so I just lost 500$ to a set of unfortunate events that unfolded.Nothing you or I coulda done..Do not give ANYONE your keys anymore. Even if its to go get your bass, or an amp, beer etc.

Let it go..Go fishin...
John

Dude, you hit a deer helpin your bud out cause he was stoned.
And he wants YOU to pay the damage?
Tell me I read that wrong please. Cause if thats the way it went down you need better friends.

Bucks have a REAL bad attitude. More than one guys been gored thinking he was going to help poor bambi out.

Some friends of my dad neck shot a big buck and threw him in the back seat of the family sedan on a tarp to take him home. The buck was stunned and he wasnt the only one to get a surprise. He came too going down the FM rd at 70mph. Trashed the inside, wrecked the outside, damn near killed both th boys who shot em.

8 point?
So... like a 4x4. You know 4 points on each side?

Out west we only count one side, because antlers are symetrical. We dont have a whole lot of mutant whitetail deer. Mostly Mule deer.
I'm not even sure if whitetail antlers are symetrical or not...

Anyways, we count one side and laugh at all you easterners and southern boys that count every little nub. Well, we pretty much laugh at anyone east of the missouri river.

I feel bad for ya Phil. You really shouldnt have to pay the deductible... maybe he can split it with you.
However -- you got a good story out of it.
I've recently decided to go with a new life philosophy - 'If youre at a decision making crossroad, go with what has the potential to make the best story. As long as it wont get you seriously injured or killed.'


Sans -- LoL, I just re-read what you typed. That's awesome
There a story a lot like that by Patrick McManus. (Outdoor Humor writer) -- except it was a small deer strapped to an old timey bike.

I like stories...

Actually, my friend didn't ask for any $ to cover the deductable - but since it was ME driving when it happened, I feel rather obligated to pay it, esp since he was just offering to help me out to get home & get my car home & stuff. He'd have been happy to leave hid truck at the party 'til today.

Zip - yeah, we count all the nubbies, but white tail aren't necessarilly symetrical.

This was the 1st one I ever hit...I had one butt my Jeep a few yrs ago, just out of spite when I yelled at him to get out of the road, but I never actually hit one until last night.

sans - I figured I'd probably have to wrap my belt around his neck or hit him with a tool from Jimmy's truck, but he managed to get up & flee on three legs...but I know he won't survive long, & I'd rather have ended it with some frikken meat.

Yea I love venison.
Well for sure if you feel some obligation then to pay up is the only way to ease you mind. Having some virture sucks sometimes.

Yeah, it really sucks to have a conscience sometimes, but it makes me who & what I am.

I'm getting lotsa bullets for my 30/30 this year, though, & I'm gonna kill every frikken deer I see in my yard to make up for this injustice!

It hasn't all been bad by any means. Last Thur I went to see a local boy who's done good in Nashville/Memphis. He talked about how he liked some of my stuff on stage, & I'm frankly surprized that he remembered me at all, cuz I don't really know him well at all, but he named some specific songs & such that I used to do. He's very very good, & he asked me to sit in with him on a cpl tunes. When I sprung some originals on him, he fit right in where he knew the patterns, & stepped out when he didn't - a sign of a man with taste & dedication to the overall sound, rather than his own expertise. We killed the audience, & he made me sound good, (even to me!) when we played "Something to You." His bass guy is good, too, & fit in well.

After playing 2 sets at the Hedgesville Heritage thingie, I begged off with the band practice with the guys that have bad tones - didn't wanna ruin an otherwise great musical weekend...perhaps that's why the powers of the universe decided to punish me with the deer from hell - to tell me to put up or shut up with them guys. I dunno, but I do try to recognise the messages from the outer limits...

mmmmm deer jerky. Sorry philby.

John, sorry to hear about your bike, man. I hope that isn't your only mode of transportation! Here's hoping you get it back soon.

Just got word from my friend, & yeah, there's a frikken $500 deductable - CRAP!

The moral of the story is that life just kicks you in the ass occasionally, whether you're prepared for it or not. I'm just glad that I was sober, or I might not have hit the brakes in time & caused some really BIG damage so that he couldn't even drive the thing afterward...but then, if I'd have totalled it, it probably wouldn't have cost me anything...

On the up-side, Jimmy will definitely be finding me some work to help pay for this debacle! (BOY! I REALLY had to stretch to find an up-side, didn't I?)

That sucks, I'm sorry to hear about it. Deer can cause a lot of damage, my sister hit tow, both still had spots, a few years ago. Tore up the front end of her small import truck pretty good but we had groceries...

Now go see your other thread, I left a comment that's sure to make you feel better.

Okay, I went to the ganja-gi party.

A cpl ppl wanted to follow me. I stopped at a local grocery, figuring I'd buy some beer, but the store has quit selling beer. I got a buncha soda & went anyway, but that shoulda told me to just go back home.

My son went with me. He got way blasted, & a friend of mine took him home to crash.

I played a lot of music & had some good convos & stuff, but I didn't eat anything or drink anything but sodas.

I went to leave, but my son had my frikken keys.

Friend of mine was too messed up to drive cuz he ate some sort of mushroom cake, so he sent me home to get my keys in his truck, & his gf was gonna take him home. I went home, got the wife & headed back to the party to get our car in my bud's truck. As I was passing the store that doesn't sell beer anymore, I hit a big buck. Dammit I hate deer! Messed up my friend's truck pretty good, but it's still driveable - no major damage, just cosmetic.

Still, I hafta pay the deductable for the truck's injuries - & that's $500 I REALLY didn't need to be spending right now.

Didn't get his truck back to him until after 4 AM, & had to 'splain about the crap, too. The bitch of it all is that I was stone cold SOBER, & still have to pay for some dumb animal's mistakes.

Fortunately, my friend is very understanding, but I feel like a crumb.

I think I'll go roll my canoe & try to drown my sorrows today while I try to forget by fishing the blues away.





PS - did I mention that I REALLY HATE DEER? Didn't even get to kill the bastid & eat him...it had to be an 8 point buck, but he thrashed around when I went to take care of him in some which way, got up & limped off. So I don't even get to fill my freezer to compensate for the cruddy beast. (We have a relatively new law in WV that makes it legal to eat your road-kill - yes, I'm perfectly serious about that. They wrote it into law a cpl years ago.)

i'll tell you bout a 4:20 party my sis and i hosted. before the party she bought all this weed, green beer and twinkies and other munchy food, and we rolled up all these joints and put em in little dessert cups and then we put up these green balloons and sh*t and when the party got under we got soo fckin crossed eyed it was sick. the house was literally a hot box, you could just walk in there and take a breath and you'd be stoned. we played some reggea and ska late into evening, man. that party was so boss! like it was yesterday.

Well, for a "ganja-gi" party, there were surprizingly few weed-stuffs to indulge in, but perhaps I'd gotten there a bit late, or the best was held off for the next day, which I didn't attend.

There was one interesting thingie - this one guy had a "Volcano," which is a device that vaporizes the THC, & blows it into these plastic bags, which are passed around like balloons. I did try a hit, & there was no smoke & no cough, unless you took an exceptionally large hit. I asked the cost & was told this machine has a price tag of around $400. A bit rich for my taste. I don't know how effective this form of ingestion is, though, as I didn't fully explore it to catch the buzz. Some ppl swear by it, though.

Still, I could see you filling an air mattress with the gas, & running a line through your camper to the driver's seat. No worries if you get pulled over, & a full bag full of bliss...LOL

On the other subject - it's probably a good thing that I hit the deer in his truck & not mine. Damned thing woulda probably come in through the windshield in my truck, but his is a lot higher off the ground. I'm trying to find a blessing to count here - help me out?

You are alive and well as is your friend AND you had a good time.
Blessings abound!

The deer i hit didn't look like much damage either, it ended up being $1300 for it. I was only doing like 35-40 mph plus riding the brake; 3 deer passed in front me (hence the brake riding) i didn't see the 4th one...kabang!!! that poor thing went sliding down the road along side of me on it's back with it's feet kicking. It was a comical sight looking back on it, tore my S-10 Blazer up though. The deer got up and ran off, probably to die, i had poop all spread across the front quarter panel so his insides were definately ruptured. 13 hundred and this was back in 98/99, so a 500 deductable is pretty cheap for ya actually.