As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
Today I spent an hour and far too much time fixing something which should not have had to have been fixed.
When my beloved Uncle died, he left my brother, our cousin and myself his traps. Two of those traps are on the place yet, and wicked uncle had them, and last year I was using them to control the vermin over there. There were more coons on that place than I have seen in Chicago to be mild.
There was an odd thing which happened though, or a series of odd things, in I started using one of those traps, and the door was way too far down. So I took a vice grip and bent the trigger which is only 1/4 inch hard rod, and opened the door up.
It took us weeks to get the first coon, as it was an old male, and someone had caught it before, so it would not go into a trap. It actually tore a hole into the trap from the side, and I finally got it, but setting two traps side by side.
As I look back on this shit series of events, I figure it was the wicked one who caught a coon and let it go for only wicked idiot reasons.
My reason for stating that, is when he was away, we caught animals non stop, but as soon as he appeared the catch dropped off. Granted we were running out of the coons, but he was coming up with "Where we should trap."
I was regaled with ideas of where he trapped. I was also informed I could not trap where I was trapping in CATCHING ANIMALS, as I would damage some grass by a building as the coons woudl dig, as he caught animals on a concrete block in the middle of nowhere.
So I sat where he did...........caught absolutely nothing. I finally moved to a spot he could not see, and I caught a few more coons.
So before we were dismissed, as he was not killing himself fast enough sucking our energy from us, I had moved the traps to where he had them on the concrete and left them there ready to go. Oh I forgot the punch line in this story in the other trap had it's trigger bent down too so it was barely open. One trap is some dumb ass sitting something on it, two traps is some dumb ass for reasons I can not fathom bent both triggers down.
what
So we left the wicked one, and he growled, sent out evil which he will be repaid, and he finally left he building, to which we returned and started trapping vermin again.
So I am there and set up the first trap which is as I left it. I go fetch the second trap and move it to the back of a building, and when I get there, the damn door is way down, because someone bent the trigger down.
I swear when we left that the old boy was not that spry to be running out in the cold and bending triggers on traps. When I tried to bend it back, it cracked, and I left it, as I did not want to weld 1/4 inch steel in hauling it over here. Well, I caught a few coons, and the trigger finally snapped off in a storm from the wind, and I brought it over here, prayed on it, and God and the Holy Angels made the old welder work and made welding enjoyable as it always is for me, in I joined together what some man had put asunder.
TL was pondering the psychology of this, in why in hell he was so obsessed to go out and risk thing to bend that trigger down. I figure he broke it and gave up in not trying to bend the second one, but it goes back to what has no reason except madness in why someone would cause problems like this, just to be an asshole in control.
Unless I hear different from God, that is what the story is that I will stand by.
I know there are allot of screwy people in this world. People write me letters about people they know and there is a plentiful supply of oddballs out there, but it just amazes me how pissed off the old guy was that I was consistently right about things. He would tell me how he did stuff, and to keep peace, I would do it his way, and it would not work. I would not say a word, fix it and move on.
He would yell at me about how to do things, like I was a child, and I would just keep working and stay quiet and it would get done. All of that must have just stuck in his craw, especially when he made the huge mistake of thinking he was playing me and I refused the game and left.
I can see an old cripple, hobbling out in December cold to "do things his way" as he was pissed off that I showed him up. He will always be a half assed Cherry and not measure up, and I would have told him that if I could have.
Nearest I got was the last day he was here, in I went over to return things, he had someone over, but there were no lights, not any conversation, just him clumping around to see who it was, and in that he was afraid to say anything to me.
I know that trigger is never going to bend now after I welded it by God's Grace. When Lame Cherry welds things they stay welded, unless it is my old man backing a tractor over spring steel. I look at welding not as much as the bead of the arc, but of cake frosting being crafted, like a blacksmith does with forge and hammer, or a ball pien and rivet, the metal just flows. That is what I did on that trigger. I kept sculpting it, until it all melted together like a cracked bone and it is better than it ever could be from before. 90 amps and 6015 rod and I am pure Jesus putting the breasts on Eve.
Without God enlightening me, I will never know what this episode was about. I'm most pleased I was able to fix it by God's guiding hands and being able to undo one more chaos that wicked old man caused. Insanity is perplexing to me, because it is not logical. I never understood the mother, even though it was all fear driving her, and it is fear and hatred which drives most people in the nutty things they do and how they act.
It does provided good stories for teaching on this blog though, even if they do not make any sense.
Nuff Said
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