how true, I'm not much of martial artist myself at 5'9 275lb its gotta be something pretty scary to get me to move that fast...lol

That reminds me of an evening in 94-95. I was having dinner in the Captain's Table in Craig AK. On Prince of Wales Isle.

The island is noted for only having three kinds of people, those who kill trees or fish, those who support tree and fish killers and those who can't stand the idea of killing anything.

Well, I'm enjoying whatever it was I was having for dinner while a couple guys (dressed in REI gear) at the next table discussed some intensely critical, hotbed issue having to do with jogging.

Well, out of the blue one of them turns to me and says, "excuse me sir. You run. . ."

Without letting him finish his sentence, I cut in saying, "if chased by something I can't whip." I then forked in another mouthful while he sat there slack jawed :confused: and the rest of the cafe broke up.

Great memories, thanks for the reminder. :cool:

Frosty

I like the tongs. They are easier to make then my simple tongs. I got lazy about making tongs when I decided that I wanted to make art rather then first rate tools. So I would use 3/4" X 1/4" flat HR stock, drill a hole for a 3/8" bolt, then draw the handles out, twist the flat stock just in from of the bolt and weld on jaws to accommodate what ever stock I was going to forge. Not pretty but functional and cheap but not as cheap as "JAYCO's".;)

That sounds like my kinda place. I know what ya mean though, I lived in a similair place in WV, but it was about coal.