elcabron

see ya next year some time. GOD BLESS AMERICA.

by Gary Jacobson © 1999 This combat soldier's prayer, Who has served his time in heck, Is may we learn the lessons of war well, That we not doom future generations, The same old tales of horror to tell, To endure what in youth they see mistakenly as glory. Oh God, do not let our children Repeat the same old story. Make it so that America's babies live to grow old In this land of the free and the bold. Help us throw off the shackles of hate that bind And grow old in a life of a peaceful kind. Teach us that there is no glory in war, Nor honor there that brave men should not abhor. Teach us instead, one for another our brothers to love. Shower us with thine Celestial message from above, That we plant seeds of peace evermore And make war-no-more! But if I should die on some far, far away battlefield Know I answered the call For a grand principle of freedom to yield. My fervent prayer is that death May not have been in vain Fighting for peace and right for the world to attain. My brothers, American roses standing by my side On alien soil dying In the summer of my youthful pride All the leaves around me falling, Now I’m lying here still, in sunshine and in shadow, Longing to hear, “brother next door, I love you so." For moldering in the soft ground below, I feel you living and loving in the world above me Standing tall because I fought that you might be... Oh look ye down now, And tell me you still think of me Honor my red blood, spilt that others might stand free. Tell me that I did not give my all for you in vain That brothers and sisters do not look upon my sacrifice With hateful, Or even worse, Uncaring disdain. Do not forget me when my valley’s hushed And white with snow, Grass growing green in the summer of my meadow Help me see the peace I lived and died for grow. Make my lonely grave richer, Sweeter be... Make this truly, "The land of the free And the home of the brave," I gave my life to save That I might too, lie eternally, Forever free...

that reminds me of story about lemonade. wish i could tell it here.

this weapon has been sold.

i have a hi-standard .22 model a, ser no. 34--- pm if interested

pobresito el cabron, nadie lo pela y tiene que buscar atencion en un foro del internet. tu me pelaste que no? ha ha ha! Did you know google had a translator now? yeah be patient. youll figure out how to use it sooner or later.

pobresito el cabron, nadie lo pela y tiene que buscar atencion en un foro del internet. tu me pelaste que no? ha ha ha!

un besito para ti tambien lark. but in a strictly heterosexual way. elcabron dont work like dat. neither do you im sure.

yes chilaquiles!!! tu si sabes chef. but i use corn tortillas for mine and they dont "stick" around for too long. im hungry now. youre right about food in the field. a baloney sandwich tastes soo good at the top of a mountain.

parece que les metieron una bola de chingasos a esos venados. o puede ser que los arrastraron por el callejon de la amargura. pobrecitos.

for breakfast i like some chorizo - spicy. just wrap a good flour tortilla around it and chomp it down. quality flour tortillas are hard to find so i make my own. they may be weird shaped but theyre tasty and clean. for dinner i like a good steak. nothing special on it. just a plain steak with salt and pepper and a good sebolla and of course a tortilla. simple guy = simple meal. disfruta compa!

there's pics here? where? i wanna see. well i saw one.

that works for me Davidson. its tiring being a cabron.

You don't have the power or influence to anger anybody, you are just an annoyance. Stay as long as want, I think this is great, but I hope you have other outlets of entertainment. If this is a cry for help, we are here for you bud. We all think you are a manly hunter, and only wish we had the old school knowledge and hunting wisdom that you carry. I hope that strokes your ego my friend. Your posts have changed my thinking completely on the usage of camera's and from now on, I will only sit at funnels and saddles waiting on deer to cross my path. Using a camera to locate deer is EXACTLY the same as shooting a fenced deer in Texas, thank you for opening my eyes. In fact, Im not going to wear wimpy camo anymore either, only flannels and levi's, because anything that gives you an upper hand on game is wimpy. How could I have been so stupid all these years? dont be so hard on yourself davie. its just the wimpiness leaving your body. youll get there someday. til then youre still a wimp.

so you admit it. you are wimps. ya dijiste!