Adventures In A Lawless California Mountan Town; Part 2

1960 I was working for the NPS in yosemite. The vast majority of my co-workers were "Political appointee`s", meaning they were politicaly connected sons and nephews who got their college summer jobs with family connections. Myself and maybe two other guys out of 30ish got our jobs by applications. One friend was of jewish decent. I told him it was unusual to see one of his race doing dirty woods work and all others I knew were either professionals or worked for their own business`s. His answer to me was, "Thats cause no one will hire us"!
 
Offroad, I was born in Berkley Ca and lived in the San Francisco Bay Area for much of my life. As expected my political leanings vary between liberation and liberal. I've also been a handgun shooter over 50 years and an owner over 40 years. So your blanket assertion, as oft happens with sweeping statements, that all liberals are anti-gun is false.

Let's all remember that when those of us enjoy the shooting sports start fighting among ourselves we give the "anti's one more weapon to use against us.
It sounds like politically, I'd be at odds with you, or disagree with you, but you're so right about blanket assumptions and generalizations. And what you said is a great reminder for me not to do the same thing.
Speaking of generalizations, from what I gathered here if you come north from L.A., right around Modesto you hit this massive inland fog bank, but it's not fog. It's all the pot smoke that is generated exclusively in "northern" California. Everyone knows nobody in SoCal smokes pot. They just all just sit in their hot tubs snorting coke. And in the midwest there's no meth problem. That all happens in some other part of the country that I can't steriotypically come up with right now.
The point is, everything good or bad we encounter happens everywhere in the country. And while Berkeley comes up with crazy laws, it's fun to go there and go through book stores, buy slices of pizza, and of course...drink beer if you're so inclined.
 
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Let's all remember that when those of us enjoy the shooting sports start fighting among ourselves we give the "anti's one more weapon to use against us.

if we did all stick together we could bring about a massive rollback of the gun control tide. (not to mention a few other tides) That's the redneck gun owners and the hippie gun owners and the Christian gun owners and the atheist gun owners. The tee-totaler gun owners and the drinking gun owners, the city gun owners and the country folk gun owners, and the heterosexual gun owners and the gay gun owners and the liberal gun owners and the conservative gun owners, and the open carry gun owners and the CC gun owners and the deer hunter gun owners and the trap shooter gun owners and all of the gun owners I failed to mention.

Instead it seems that we prefer to point fingers at others and wag the tongue or pound the keys on the keyboard about someone else who is just oh so wrong, and not near as good as us.

And that ladies and gentlemen of the forum, is just plain STUPID, and in the long run it hurts all of us.

That nice little tingling feeling attributed to righteousness isn't what it seems. It's the maggots of the devil eating the heart and soul of a free people. When they are done what is left can be knocked over and our whole cause can crumble to dust and be blown away by the wind.
 
Would someone pass the popcorn?

And grab me another beer Dude!

I hope nobody hates me for having gone to Amsterdam.:rolleyes:
 
I like the comments above about the diversity of thought and lifestyle among gunowners, and how we should respect that. How true it is!

Like they say, it's a free country and as long as you are not infringing on someone else's rights, have at it. And I sure don't expect everyone I meet to agree with me on every topic.

Heck, a lot of the time, I don't even agree with myself!;)
 
Would someone pass the popcorn?

And grab me another beer Dude!

I hope nobody hates me for having gone to Amsterdam.:rolleyes:

Why heck yeah, we'll give you as many beers as we have to until you tell us what you did in Amsterdam. We'll get you drunk and your computer too :p
 
Why heck yeah, we'll give you as many beers as we have to until you tell us what you did in Amsterdam. We'll get you drunk and your computer too :p

I partied till I couldn't party no more,The rest of you can only dream about it.

Lets just say that they live by their own rules and I'd rather live here.But I can say I've been there and It ain't all about the dope.

But I'll take as many beers as you wish to provide.;)
 
You are traveling (driving) and you stop at a bar for a drink? Be honest, and tell us how many DUI's do you actually have?

California is the way it is (leftist and anti-gun!), because we now have a third generation of potheads (grandchildern of the 60's hippies) outvoting the few sober folks that are left.

Wow, that's harsh, man!
 
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Deliverance

There are places like that all over rural America. I've had the great pleasure of discovering many during my lifetime. I also believe, that as diverse as each may be, there's likely just as many little rural towns and villages that are very similar. Some that I've visited were unfriendly, even foreboding. Most though were quirky and a few....really wacky. The kind of place you leave with a sigh of relief and shake of the head.

Lots of folks live in one place their entire life. Subsequently, they have little or no worldly experience socializing with other kinds of people, different cultures, different ethnic groups. I was Black Bear hunting in the Adirondack Mountains one time long ago and after the days hunt, went looking for a gin mill. A local guy directed my partner and I to an old civilian conservation corp camp that had been turned into the local saloon. We walked through the door....and I swear I could hear the banjo music from Deliverance and that was at least twenty years before they made the movie! The "bar" consisted of 8 or 10 fifty gallon barrels spread across a sawdust floor with rough sawn planks across the top. They also had them as tables with a couple of chairs. It was dark and dreary with large potbelly stove's off in each side of the room. Kerosene lamps were the only illumination because....."we ain't got no lectricity here ya know", as one patron remarked. They were serving various liquors, limited assortmets of mixers and only one brand of canned beer. If you dared ask for a glass of wine, they'd probably run you out on a rail like a pansy. The obligatory 5 gallon bottle of pickled eggs and other similar rare delicacies adorned a c.1940's metal kitchen table.

Seated there was an old, old guy. Dressed in overalls, hi top rubber boots and a railroad engineers cap. We got to talking over a couple of drinks and I learned that this nice old fellow was a dairyman, born in that town some 80 years before. What was most bizarre, was that he told us he had never journeyed out of that county in his whole lifetime. When my partner asked him why? He said "Never had no reason to go nowheres else". We both were astonished at his response.

My point in telling you this is that we all tend to relate to other people on a level we're accustomed to and that is a product of our environment and experience. I take people as I find them, some the same, some different. These little out of the way places are just as important a part of America, as the big cities. Anyone who can't figure that one out, is missing something very special.

Cheers;
Lefty
 
You don't have to go to out of the way places or the countryside to find those sort of bars/hidey holes. There were places like that in Lansing and the surrounding area when I lived in Michigan. There was even an interesting "no man's land" strip for a time full of such places. It was outside the city limits so the city PD didn't patrol there, and for various reasons the township police didn't go there much. You could drink canned beer sitting on a taped up lawn chair. I think the area may have been "cleaned up" since.

The semi ghetto area I lived in was much the same. You didn't ask questions and minded your own business. Want to walk around with a rifle, or an axe over your shoulder, or dressed in drag covered in blood screaming at trees? Eh.

Then there was the time that a guy was found in his SUV in the front yard. His head had been cut off and was missing. Six months into the case, local law enforcement actually held a press conference to report that natural causes had now been ruled out. (This was reported in the Lansing State Journal. Happened around the time I left in 2006.)

The police didn't bother people who wanted to smoke pot on their own property or in their own home.

But.... There may have been something to that broken window theory of law enforcement. Petty thefts, prostitutions, assaults and rape (which was three or four times the national average) were fairly common. Or maybe it was just skewed because there was enough functional law enforcement to take reports, despite the otherwise apocalyptic nature of the surroundings. It all seemed normal after a time. (When I first moved there in 98 there was literally a dead guy laying in front of a liquor store, people were walking over him to go in and buy booze. This was at around 2 pm...)
 
if we did all stick together we could bring about a massive rollback of the gun control tide. (not to mention a few other tides) That's the redneck gun owners and the hippie gun owners and the Christian gun owners and the atheist gun owners. The tee-totaler gun owners and the drinking gun owners, the city gun owners and the country folk gun owners, and the heterosexual gun owners and the gay gun owners and the liberal gun owners and the conservative gun owners, and the open carry gun owners and the CC gun owners and the deer hunter gun owners and the trap shooter gun owners and all of the gun owners I failed to mention.

Instead it seems that we prefer to point fingers at others and wag the tongue or pound the keys on the keyboard about someone else who is just oh so wrong, and not near as good as us.

And that ladies and gentlemen of the forum, is just plain STUPID, and in the long run it hurts all of us.

That nice little tingling feeling attributed to righteousness isn't what it seems. It's the maggots of the devil eating the heart and soul of a free people. When they are done what is left can be knocked over and our whole cause can crumble to dust and be blown away by the wind.

NKJ, well spoken! I have always felt that my opinion was no more or no less valuable than any other person's on most subjects. I don't enjoy talking about politics because if the people you are talking with agree with you it just becomes a mutual admiration society and if they disagree I am not going to sway them and hard feelings are often the result. I do have strong opinions on many issues and and actions such as voting or supporting those who actually have influence on those issues is more important than yacking about them. I am glad Lee had the wisdom to ban the discussion of specific political issues or personalities on this board as it makes for a much more pleasant place.
 
Why heck yeah, we'll give you as many beers as we have to until you tell us what you did in Amsterdam. We'll get you drunk and your computer too :p
Two of my freinds went there and you'd be surprised what $5 will getcha. I already got one warning today so I'll just leave it at that.
BTW. OldFlatfoot. That was a great story about finding that old saloon. That's just the kind of thing I find so interesting and your attitudes about places and people are right on.
 
You all probley read of the raid on poligamists in eldorado texas and looking for and arresting warren jeffs the grand punjab about two years ago. All of that group were from colorado city and hilldale, twin towns on the utah/ariz state line. We moved here a little over six years ago. I had vaguely heard about poligamists but thought it probley blew out of poportion, and if it existed at all, well maybe 10 familys scattered.
They were up tight when we moved here as there already was a nation wide hunt on for jeffs. The eldorado group had just broke off and was getting established in texas.
I had heard reports that if you went to those totaly poligamists towns you would be followed around by thugs in blacked out SUVs. I had to try the system and went. That was dumb as I had my protesting wife along.
The rumors were true. They didnt stop me or give us trouble, but we were "escourted".
I know of several small ghost town type settlements far in the boonies here that are poligamists, not published, but people in the know wouldnt go to. A tourist wouldnt know they exist as you generaly would use a 4wd to get to one of them. One I know of has a fairly large piramid wood building they must worship in. It sits about 5 miles off the road in open barren country, but you can pull over and spot it with binnoculars. I even can make it out on goggel earth. There is a gate with no tresspassing signs with a dirt road leading to it, a bunch of mail boxs alongside. Several times I have seen poligamists going and comeing when I drove by. Probley 10 isolsted polig familys live back there. I guess it doesnt take much to entertain me, huh?
 
Two of my freinds went there and you'd be surprised what $5 will getcha. I already got one warning today so I'll just leave it at that.
BTW. OldFlatfoot. That was a great story about finding that old saloon. That's just the kind of thing I find so interesting and your attitudes about places and people are right on.

When I went there it was just after the 2000 elections.I'm from Fl. and I caught it about the hanging chads and Bush.:rolleyes:I found a few very interesting places off of the beaten path and found out the locals were pretty conservative.This was also before the Euro so my money basically doubled.I didn't start out to go there it just seemed like something to do.I spent more time in Germany and Austria that trip and probably will never go back to Amsterdam.I did nothing there that would be a crime there or here.Next time I'm gonna go to N.Italy just because,or maybe Prague.Who knows which way the wind will blow?
I guess my point is that you only live once and you might just open your eyes and find out that not everyone in the world is in lockstep.It sure would be a boring planet if they were.

Keep your stories coming Wyatt,I enjoy them.
 
Keep your stories coming Wyatt,I enjoy them.

Yeah, But please do be careful with that JUG!! You can hep' yerself to some but obey the law, if you drink don't drive, jes' do the watermelon crawl ;)

All together now:

WYATT, WE WANT MORE STORIES!!!!! :)
 
Small towns can be a source of culture shock for many folks. Similarly, the reverse is also true when people from rural America come to the larger cities, for one reason or another. About 35 years ago, my late partner and I were assigned to guard a tractor trailer overnight. It contained pharmacy supplies, including a large order of methadone for a drug treatment clinic. The tractor trailer driver had arrived earlier than scheduled and there was no one available at the place to accept delivery until the following morning. A truck full of dope in the South Bronx at 2am was a prime target. Back in the day, it was a war zone.

The driver, we learned after some conversation was a moonlighting deputy sheriff from Wounded Knee, SD. He was like every other cop, trying to make a few bucks on the side. Anyway the night went by, no problems, we passed the time drinking coffee and comparing notes.

We invited the guy to meet us for "lunch" the following day since he had time to kill. We had planned to take our guest to the Plaza Hotel for lunch, then over to Mickey Mantle's Bar, cause he was a baseball fan. We would have taken him to a Yankee game, but the team was away. I asked him if there was anything in particular he would like to see or do during his short visit. An hour later we were on the observation deck of the Empire State Building, on a clear sunny picture perfect day. Visibility was nearly endless in every direction. Afterwards we returned to his tractor and he picked up another trailer in Hunts Point for the return trip. As we shook hands he said, "That was the best experience I could ever imagine. I never expected this trip to be good, cause I heard so much bad stuff about New York." My partner began sarcastically calling me, Mr. Ambassador. I reminded him we were planning a hunting trip to South Dakota the following fall....pretty sneaky eh?

Cheers;
Lefty
 
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