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Eli
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Hair rasing Moments.
Truly, I live a sheltered life, I am blessed with seldom ever running into life threatening situations that would scare the wits out of me. I must say
that in all my years on planet earth (so far) there are only 4 times do I recall that I have run into a scene of potential violence that literally
puckered my but.
Once sleeping on the ground in the meadow behind Catch 22 beach in Sonora, I awoke to the sound of water running, I went to turn off the faucet and
realized I was in the pitch dark and the sound was not a running faucet but a rattlesnake, I was over the dune and in the water bare but naked and
didn't return to the campsite until daylight.
A few years later on a ranch by that same Catch 22 beach, 2 brama bulls decided to do battle over a cow. My daughter was just a little over a year
old, and I tossed her over a fence into a mud filled coral in my rush to get her and some other little kids out of harms way. I will always remember
little 6 year old Juanita's screams as she got caught smack in the middle of the Bruamas thunderous trampling the ground, the cowboys stepped in with
their whoops and ropes, saved the day and got that poor little ranch kid out of harms way.
Next good scare I had was on the road back from San Jose. Made a pit stop for a run to the bushes and doing a peaceful enjoying the relief of a squat
with my pants down moment, when I suddenly saw a snake slithering straight at me. I am sure I was the scene of great comedy for the good gods that be
as I ran with my pants around my ankles back towards my truck.
And finally, at home in Los Barriles. Went for a walk with the kids; My granddaughter was less than a year old and in the stroller being pushed by
daughter, ( yep, the same one that so many years before I threw over the coral fence), my grandson was maybe 7 and he was with us also. Suddenly out
of no where came this wacko cow, dancing sideways, snorting and pawing the sand, just totally wild and crazed charging straight at us. I remember
separating myself from the family and waving my arms and yelling at the cow trying to get her to focus on me instead of them, (Mom's are like that). I
thank my lucky stars that there were some Mason's working on a project next to the road, they came to the rescue and with their usual bravado, chased
that madder than a hornet ol cow away.
Saludos, Sara
[Edited on 9-30-2010 by Eli]
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windgrrl
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Eli - you reminded me of my snake own episode.
I had a broken leg some years ago and was in early recovery and learning how to use crutches. After some coordination of necessities I was comfortably
propped up on pillows and a blanket in the grass. While I enjoyed soaking up the sun, my husband was rigging his sailing gear on the other side of our
van to my back.
As I looked forward to the grass along the shoreline, I spotted a large rattlesnake with his head stretched up about a foot high about 10 feet away
and headed towards me flicking his tongue. Well, I don't mind snakes and my husband is good at catching them and sending them somewhere safe, but I
was so surprised screamed. All that came out was a weird muffled sound that one may experience when trying to scream in one's sleep...sort of like,
"ooomurf". I was able to crawl sideways and get up on the crutches and hobble away. Although I didn't see where the snake went, he was very thick and
about 5 feet long and apparently curious about us!
When the way comes to an end, then change. Having changed, you pass through.
~ I-Ching
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DENNIS
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| Quote: | Originally posted by Eli
there were some Mason's working on a project next to the road |
Is that when you met Skeet?? 
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Skeet/Loreto
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Hey Eli>
How did you know they were Masons?? Where they all good Looking, well dressed, respectfull??
Skeet
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David K
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17 edition of Airports of Baja California (1987)
which included northwestern Mexico...
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Eli
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Good story Windgrrl, yeah, that kind of scream is the kind of experience I mean, for sure sounds like "You've been there and done that".
Dennis & Skeet, Am I malaproping again? Albaņiles = Masons? Or what do you call a person who works with block & concrete in English?
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David K
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On Google Earth now...
Maybe 'Hook' can take some photos of the movie set ruins?
[Edited on 9-30-2010 by David K]
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Cypress
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Bush lives rent-free in a lot of folks minds.
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Eli
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Interesting pictures of then & now David, thanks for posting them, I still haven't made friends with googles map collection. My favorite place to
camp was on the North end of the cove that is North of the old air strip. Maybe it is still camp-able? The south side of that cove was a fish camp,
kind of looks built up now.
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DENNIS
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| Quote: | Originally posted by Eli
what do you call a person who works with block & concrete in English? |
Illegal.
Jes kiddin'. You're right...a mason.
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sancho
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Mtgoat, Cypress, Fynally after all these yrs.,
2 posts I appreciate
gracias
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Cypress
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sancho, You're welcome.
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DanO
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| Quote: | Originally posted by Skeet/Loreto
Hey Eli>
How did you know they were Masons?? Where they all good Looking??
Skeet |
I'm assuming this was meant in jest. If that was a requirement for acceptance, they must've looked the other way when this guy (on the right in this
photo) applied.
Also, I am extremely good looking (and more often than not polite and well-dressed), but I have never been asked to become a Mason. So there.
\"Without deviation from the norm, progress is not possible.\" -- Frank Zappa
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DENNIS
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| Quote: | Originally posted by DanO
Also, I am extremely good looking (and more often than not polite and well-dressed), but I have never been asked to become a Mason. So there.
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Would you like to come over to my place and build a fireplace for me?
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Martyman
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Nice hijack. This started out as a great post!
My scary story always includes aerial photos...jeez!
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Debra
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Yeah Marty, I want more scary stories.
Mean people suck!
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DanO
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Hey, I didn't start the hijack, Dennis and Skeet did.
Anyway, I've had a few close ones but only one involving a bull. When I was kid, my step brother and I, competing to see who was a bigger marooon,
came up with a fun way to spend a lazy summer afternoon with a Daisy BB gun and no parental supervision. The plan was to take turns crawling into the
cattle pasture of the ranch next door to our place until you were halfway between the biggest bull and the fence, then aim for his hindquarters,
squeeze off a shot, and freeze so he wouldn't see you (don't worry girls, I've been shot with a Daisy BB gun and shocked with a cattle prod, which was
in constant use in those days, and the latter was much worse). The winner of the game would be the one who got the highest number of hits without the
bull figuring out where you were and chasing you off the property. Did I mention that my step-brother and I were utterly retarded?
As luck would have it, rock beat scissors and I had the pleasure of going first. Of course, like all well conceived stupid ideas, this one went
haywire fairly quickly. I managed to crawl out to the halfway point, about twenty yards from the fence, and I got a bullseye, er, butt, on my first
shot. However, my idiot step-brother, waiting for me back at the fence, let out a huge whoop and the bull immediately wheeled around in our direction
and charged. As he was headed right at me and would either see me or just run right over me on his way to my step-brother, I had to get up and run
for it, leaving the BB gun behind in the process. I heard the bull gaining on me and I swear I could feel on my back the rush of air he was
displacing when I launched myself into a dive through the barbed wire strands of the fence. I belly- flopped in the grass on the ground on the other
side, jumped up and kept running, although the bull had wisely pulled up at the fence.
It is my firm belief since that day that the purpose of adrenalin is to enable you to do amazing things to stay alive when your own physical
limitations and abysmal judgment should easily have killed you. There is no way in hell I could have run that fast or sailed through that fence
unscathed under less stressful circumstances.
Oh, we went back and got the BB gun the next day, after the cattle were moved to another pasture for grazing. It was used exclusively for paper
targets, tin cans and small game after that.
\"Without deviation from the norm, progress is not possible.\" -- Frank Zappa
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It is my firm belief since that day that the purpose of adrenalin is to enable...
Oh...you bet!
Great story.
[Edited on 9-30-2010 by mcfez]
Old people are like the old cars, made of some tough stuff. May show a little rust, but good as gold on the inside.
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| Quote: | Originally posted by Skeet/Loreto
Hey Eli>
How did you know they were Masons?? Where they all good Looking, well dressed, respectfull??Skeet |
They all had the secret handshake. 
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Eli
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Dan-o, that was a great and funny story.
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