Comments on: A stroll down memory lane – raccoon edition

By: Macro « For the Horde

Macro « For the Horde — Mon, 21 Apr 2008 18:37:29 +0000

[...] this will automatically cancel the auto shot and allow the mob to be trapped up nice and neatly! Like a racoon. I can also choose which shot I want to use. By left clicking the button it will use [...]

By: My Blogroll « For the Horde

My Blogroll « For the Horde — Thu, 03 Apr 2008 20:17:46 +0000

[...] Bear Butt – B^3 plays a Feral (tank) Druid and his Blog is as entertaining as it is informative. He is also a regular contributor to WoW Insider and takes no crap from no [...]

By: Asara

Asara — Fri, 29 Feb 2008 10:39:28 +0000

Wow!! My hubby’s grandma has stories like these, except hers generally involve the “armadillah” and a shotgun. I knew I should have grown up in the South.. there’s just no comparison to the suburban jungle here!

By: Game Dame

Game Dame — Thu, 28 Feb 2008 23:46:17 +0000

You have a MOST amusing storytelling style and I’m anxious to read more of your tales. I grew up in rural St. Augustine, Florida and your story brings back a lot of memories. In fact, I have a story about a banana spider that you have just inspired me to blog about. Keep your eye out for it. (Oh, and I also have a gator story, a skunk and a skink story. I guess living in Florida acquaints one quickly with the animal kingdom.)

By: Clem

Clem — Thu, 28 Feb 2008 20:33:14 +0000

I’m very impressed with the blowing dart skills. It’s just a shame that there’s no way to capitialize on such an accomplishment.

By: NE Hunter L4Mobs, PST » Guest Spot: Aerye vs. The Wild

NE Hunter L4Mobs, PST » Guest Spot: Aerye vs. The Wild — Thu, 28 Feb 2008 19:42:58 +0000

[...] A New Guest Post from Aerye, this time in honor of Big Bear Butt’s Man Vs. Wild post. [...]

By: Mannyac

Mannyac — Thu, 28 Feb 2008 19:01:19 +0000

Just so you know, BBB is not alone in his plethora of post-apocalyptic survival skills. In between our mutual Captain Morgan’s & Rum and cigar smoking evenings, I had returned to school and was attending the University of Minnesota. At this institution of higher learning I learned the art of flint-knapping (for credit no less), that’s right folks, gimme a hunk of flint or obsidian (which is MUCH sharper) I can craft knives, spear and arrowheads. Now if I can only make the heads small enough for BBB’s blowgun…
BTW anyone here brave enough to learn how to use a bull whip while wearing shorts? My buddy said it was the fastest way to learn (gads I was stupid)

By: Tigersoul

Tigersoul — Thu, 28 Feb 2008 18:46:26 +0000

HOLY COW them’re some nice blowgun skills. I’m impressed!

Do you still have the knives you made?

By: Vishero

Vishero — Thu, 28 Feb 2008 18:24:44 +0000

This is one of the best reads I have seen in a long time… great story. Makes me think back to all the dumb things I did as a teen, things that you think will benefit you later in life, like blow gun practice, or, in my case, throwing star throwing. I mean honestly, who knew that you wouldn’t be throwing ninja stars as an adult?

By: bigbearbutt

bigbearbutt — Thu, 28 Feb 2008 17:27:43 +0000

Okay, extreme blow gun skills…. this is not safe for those who may be super squeamish, since a teeny little critter ends up going poof. If you don’t even like to think of the concept of mousetraps, then don’t read.

I practised the blow gun for a long time… I wrapped foam around the shafts so I could stick lots and lots of darts in for fast reloading. Used the cone type dart ends. Expensive machined shaft. it was fun, I actually recommend it a lot.

Anyway, I was accurate. Insanely accurate. In fact, I have a hard time now believing how accurate I was with the thing, considering that you hold it to your mouth and blow hard. But I was consistently dead on. I think having it so close to your eyes to sight along had a lot to do with it, but breath control is critical too.

Anyway, seriously. Useless skill set.

Except for this ONE time…..

My best geek friend in High School lived with his mom, and they had central air conditioning, with ceiling vents. Nice house. Great people.

And Dave calls me one afternoon, and tells me his mom is freaking, and he’s freaking, because they can hear the pitter patter of tiny feet in the aluminum ductwork in the ceiling behind the drywall. They gots a rodent problem in the ducts. Apparently living off the condensation on the metal, who knew? And please, can big white hunter he-man BBB come over and save the day?

Now, how the HELL am I supposed to do that? Among my many skills in High School was NOT drywall expert or HVAC repairman.

Anyway, I went over, and had mom leave and I sat in the dark under one of the vents with a flashlight and waited. And sure enough, after a while of silence and darkness, I hear the little feet as a mouse came scurrying over to look down the vent slits. I waited, and then I shone the flashlight to catch the ’shine’ off the eyes.

Yep, mouse. Stuck in ductwork.

And Mom is freaking, because she’s afraid to bait the ducts for fear of poison fumes, rotting meeses, the whole schlemiel.

So I went home, got my blowgun and darts, and headed back to Dave’s place.

I sat in the dark with my blowgun, and waited. I listened for the footsteps… Dave poised with the flashlight. Swearing to me that he could sit still, quiet and patient.

When I said “Now!”, he flashed the vent, and I fired at the eyeshine.

And I nailed the mouse dead between the eyes and into the ductwork. A mousekebab.

I removed the mousekebab, threw it away, and he had no more rodent problems from then on.

End of useful blowgun skills story.