Getting The Axe...
On the fourth of July I went for a jog around the fields next to the lake. There were an awful lot of campers scattered all over the place. Lots of families with lots of kids and plenty of nubile, screaming teenaged girls...
I mention them because as I was jogging, I found a double-edge axe laying in the grass out in the field. Someone from the previous week (the big biker event where the bikers were so numerous they camped out in this field where no one normally camps) must have left the axe, having used it--no doubt-- to split kindling. I was certain they must have been fond of the axe because it was extremely well sharpened and looked like some bikers "baby"...
So as I was jogging, I started thinking about picking up that axe and tossing it over my shoulder, then jogging through the camp grounds full of nubile, screaming teenaged girls-- me with my five day growth and wearing a sinister baseball cap-- and the better part of me kept whispering to the evil part of me "no"...
"Don't do it. Some girl will squeal as you run toward her, and some father will shoot you..."
So on my third pass around the field (I usually run four or five laps), I kicked the axe further into the high grass and picked it up today while driving the truck into town...
Road score!!
5 comments:
That's a mean looking weapon! Pity any poor sod standing behind you while you swing into a log.
Freebie!
Treasure!!
[but oh my I would have paid money to watch you follow through with your original plan]
That's not a common axe, Score!
double-bit axes aren't cheap, so...score!!!
I'm glad you took the wiser course and did not go jogging amongst the teenyboppers. You probably didn't need to explain your sense of humor to cops, who tend to lose theirs. :)
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