04-30-2017, 05:35 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-30-2017, 05:45 PM by Drunk Monk.)
I'm hijacked this this necro thread to post about practical sword applications.
Tara's cat brought us a live squirrel just now. She was doing homework with her classmate in her room when her classmate spotted it. They didn't say anything about this in the Dad manual. So, armed with a shoebox, an unused canvas (still wrapped) and the foil that Tara built with the kind assistance of the good people at Victory fencing gear (still grateful for that!) I wuz huntin squirrel.
The squirrel seemed healthy and tucked itself into the corner behind a desk leg. It took many reprises after my initial thrust to coax it out and drop the shoebox on it. Then scooping it up with the canvas, I transported it to the yard and released it where it retreated to the bushes, only to pop out again on the veranda eliciting shrieks from the girls, and a tiny shriek from me. Teenage girl shrieks are contagious.
Score this bout to Provost DM.
Btw, that foil has been converted to the greatest cat toy ever with the tiny modification of tying a string to the end.
Every once in a while I'm called upon to tap my rusty fencing skillz like this. Like every year I test all the smoke alarms with a foil. Damn practical stuff that fencing. It makes me grateful for all those damn lunges Stro' made us do...not. But srsly, I do use them more then my guandao skillz.
Tara's cat brought us a live squirrel just now. She was doing homework with her classmate in her room when her classmate spotted it. They didn't say anything about this in the Dad manual. So, armed with a shoebox, an unused canvas (still wrapped) and the foil that Tara built with the kind assistance of the good people at Victory fencing gear (still grateful for that!) I wuz huntin squirrel.
The squirrel seemed healthy and tucked itself into the corner behind a desk leg. It took many reprises after my initial thrust to coax it out and drop the shoebox on it. Then scooping it up with the canvas, I transported it to the yard and released it where it retreated to the bushes, only to pop out again on the veranda eliciting shrieks from the girls, and a tiny shriek from me. Teenage girl shrieks are contagious.
Score this bout to Provost DM.
Btw, that foil has been converted to the greatest cat toy ever with the tiny modification of tying a string to the end.
Every once in a while I'm called upon to tap my rusty fencing skillz like this. Like every year I test all the smoke alarms with a foil. Damn practical stuff that fencing. It makes me grateful for all those damn lunges Stro' made us do...not. But srsly, I do use them more then my guandao skillz.
Shadow boxing the apocalypse