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Typeminer wrote:

Dave wrote:

GlytchMeister wrote:Very effective defensively, not so great offensively. It's kinda awkward trying to hit someone with your forearm.

Except yourself. Be careful when saluting.

Indeed. Could cause concussive rebarveration.

Oh, yeah, I've smacked myself more than a few times with those things. We don't salute, but wiping sweat off your face with your sleeve?

Yeah:

"Whew, that was a fun little fight," I remarked after the last drug-truck guard had been dispatched. "Hey, Bub, toss me a water, will ya?" I went to wipe my eyes and forehead with my sleeve, and, not quite being used to the new vambraces, slammed the rebar tight into my nose.
*THUNK*
"AAGH... DAMMIT..."
"BAAHAWHAWHAW..."
"Shut up, Bub and gimme a water! Razzum frazzum..."

Sgt. Howard wrote:THAT!!! YES, THAT!!! THAT is why he scares us!!!

Knowledge is power.

GlytchMeister wrote:Oh, yeah, I've smacked myself more than a few times with those things. We don't salute, but wiping sweat off your face with your sleeve?

Yeah:

My wife knit a Kevlar sleeve to fit over the metal on the ones I made, which made them a tad more comfortable and a bit less damaging to equipment and whatnot that they bumped and scraped against. Plus a lot quieter when sneaking around. It also proved useful when I got thermite grenade all over my arm.

Catawampus wrote:

GlytchMeister wrote:Oh, yeah, I've smacked myself more than a few times with those things. We don't salute, but wiping sweat off your face with your sleeve?

Yeah:

My wife knit a Kevlar sleeve to fit over the metal on the ones I made, which made them a tad more comfortable and a bit less damaging to equipment and whatnot that they bumped and scraped against. Plus a lot quieter when sneaking around. It also proved useful when I got thermite grenade all over my arm.

...I think one of my infiltrators knows how to knit...

For the Taz man...
I started following Romain Hugault, he creates art that combines aircraft and beautiful ladies. And that following led to photographers that specialize in aircraft. And this one popped up on the faceboook feed...

GlytchMeister wrote:

Catawampus wrote:

GlytchMeister wrote:Oh, yeah, I've smacked myself more than a few times with those things. We don't salute, but wiping sweat off your face with your sleeve?

Yeah:

My wife knit a Kevlar sleeve to fit over the metal on the ones I made, which made them a tad more comfortable and a bit less damaging to equipment and whatnot that they bumped and scraped against. Plus a lot quieter when sneaking around. It also proved useful when I got thermite grenade all over my arm.

...I think one of my infiltrators knows how to knit...

Several wraps of duct tape will prolly give the same result...

One assumes one's insurance rates will be going up.

One's car is somewhat bent.

Pictures tomorrow

AnotherFairportfan wrote:One assumes one's insurance rates will be going up.

One's car is somewhat bent.

Pictures tomorrow

The bonyard is your friend. Put on some old crappy jeans, a ratty shirt, and pack some socket wrenches (Usually 8, 11, and 13 mm were used on my FrankenStratus), a crescent wrench, a knife (for cutting hoses when the clamp refuses to let go), a screwdriver (preferably with interchangeable heads), needlenose and normal pliers, and safety goggles (for when you disconnect the A/C).

Time to get your Dr. Frankenstein groove on!

AnotherFairportfan wrote:One assumes one's insurance rates will be going up.

One's car is somewhat bent.

One is not, himself, excessively or irreversibly bent by whatever occurred? (Another) one hopes?

Nope. Just annoyed with oneself.

GlytchMeister wrote:

Yana Nimkova wrote:Rebar Vambraces? You scare me sometimes.

More compact than a shield, cheap to make, and I can find Rebar lying around all over the place. It's just three bits of rebar strapped to my outer forearms.

Very effective defensively, not so great offensively. It's kinda awkward trying to hit someone with your forearm.

I dunno about you, but I was always taught how to use my forearms offensively. It's not just a block, it's a strike to the inside forearm of his swing. Without any accessories, you rotate your wrist so your bone strikes edge-on. With such an accessory... it is much easier.

I once had a piece of bracers which were leather that had a quarter inch steel bar sandwiched between 'em. They looked like leather... they stopped a knife pretty damn easily. Idiot didn't have a chance to realize the error of his mistake, as I slid in inside and popped him precisely in the temple and gave him a good nap to sleep off his aggression.

Also, you use your forearms aggressively by something similar to a b**ch-slap, only hitting with the forearm rather than the back of the hand. Tuck your arm in close, drop to low stance, shift forward while forearm extends into floating rib. Good times.

What martial art did you study? I think I've asked before, but I keep forgetting...

My formal training was in Shotokan. Forearm blocks... Well, I never thought of them as offensive, but I was taught not to block softly. Smack the punch off-target, don't just push.
It was never really conveyed as "also offensive." Merely "hey, it also kinda hurts them, by the way"

Up at the mountain with my brother. He's in the bed of the truck, I'm in the cab.

We got up here at about 11:30PM. After our initial prep, we stopped by where the first hog stick is anchored. Essentially, a length of pvc pipe with holes in it, filled with corn. They push it around, it drops food.

Damn thing is GONE. But it's also right next to a trail camera.

At the trap, the fence above the hog panel that serves as the door was bent way out of shape. We baited the trap, fixed the door as best we could, then went back to the truck and baited the area.

On the way to the trap, we found fresh tracks. Bear tracks, heading away from the direction we were going, and a little farther, we found bear crap. According to my brother, it was soft. I saw it before he did, and I tried to warn him, but he stepped in a big pile of bear poo.

So, yes, veritable proof that bears DO crap in the woods.

Also, I saw three meteorites burn up in the atmosphere. All going in different directions.

Yup, I heard there was a meteorite shower happening.

Nope, I'm not going into your forest anytime soon. It's all yours, buddy, have fun.

Unfortunately, I'm not far enough away from cities to really do any good stargazing.

Plus, I'm watching RWBY. Someone suggested it, and I found it on Netflix, so... Yeah.

AnotherFairportfan wrote:One assumes one's insurance rates will be going up.

One's car is somewhat bent.

Does one need to start driving an APC?

GlytchMeister wrote:Forearm blocks... Well, I never thought of them as offensive, but I was taught not to block softly. Smack the punch off-target, don't just push.
It was never really conveyed as "also offensive." Merely "hey, it also kinda hurts them, by the way"

That's a problem that I run across more often than I'm happy about. People will playfully swipe at me, I'll reflexively block, then they'll end up with a badly bruised arm that they have trouble using for the next half hour or so. And some people's learning curves show an amazingly strong predilection for the x-axis, even when they've seen it happen and I've warned them not to do things such as that around me.

Alkarii wrote:Up at the mountain with my brother. He's in the bed of the truck, I'm in the cab.

We got up here at about 11:30PM. After our initial prep, we stopped by where the first hog stick is anchored. Essentially, a length of pvc pipe with holes in it, filled with corn. They push it around, it drops food.

Damn thing is GONE. But it's also right next to a trail camera.

At the trap, the fence above the hog panel that serves as the door was bent way out of shape. We baited the trap, fixed the door as best we could, then went back to the truck and baited the area.

On the way to the trap, we found fresh tracks. Bear tracks, heading away from the direction we were going. . .

So, time to arm the bears and instigate a conflict between them and the pigs. Let your problems solve each other.

Yep, because that last bit always worked out so well for the US's foreign policy. Then the poor kid will have bears with guns in his forest.

Apparently there's a sasquatch out here, too. I haven't seen him, but my brother and his father-in-law have, supposedly.

We're getting my rifle sighted in now.

EDIT: I just made a rookie mistake... Nobody's going to the hospital or anything, but I'm gonna post a pic when I can get somewhere that I can access faster internet, I'll upload it to Photobucket and post it in the Photo Album topic. Kind of funny, actually. Wait until you see the look on my face!

The sad state of one's vehicle





(The wrinkle in the back door is attributable to one's stepdaughter leaving her vehicle in an unusual place, and one's wife not being cognizant of the fact, it being yet some hours ante-meridian, and prior to her fifth cup of coffee...)

Alkarii wrote:On the way to the trap, we found fresh tracks. Bear tracks, heading away from the direction we were going, and a little farther, we found bear crap. According to my brother, it was soft. I saw it before he did, and I tried to warn him, but he stepped in a big pile of bear poo.

So, yes, veritable proof that bears DO crap in the woods.

So... did it have bells in it, and smell of pepper?

I think I'm not tall enough for that reference...