Don't mess with Ig....

03/02: The saga continues - was on the final approach to home from work yesterday afternoon and approaching the "Nelson" home - looks like a lot of police activity up ahead - flashing lights and a few officers standing in the road. Slow down as I drive by. Spot two marked and one unmarked State Police cruisers in the parking lot across from the house, several cops milling about and, hey... wait a minute... there's "Ozzie and Harriet" - both in handcuffs. Waved and gave 'em both a few toots on the horn - a model couple, those two. Feel bad for the brothers, though - they're OK in my book    

Had to revise this post (01/29) - the 'boys' returned last night to offer their apologies for throwing the snowballs and brought a few bags of 'treats' for the cat - I was a little suspicous - checked the bags carefully, looked OK with no tampering - he ate half a bag and is still standin' - so no problem as far as I'm concerned. Good guys, I guess. Said that the guy I floored was their mom's boyfriend. Is wasted most of the time and they don't like 'em - told 'em that makes three of us.

Original Post:  ...he's got backup - got a call from Tim earlier today - "we're goin' climbing at the 'Gun Club" - "I'll see you there!" Drove out around noon - Tim and some new guys are at it. Hung around and scoped the action and snapped some photos. Good climbers, as usual. Stink-man along for the ride - he's up there in years - I know his limit at his "old age" - took him home after a few hours, intending to return. Round the bend to the 'homestead' - What!!?? - here comes Ig runnin' for his life - two 'young punks' firing snowballs at him. Gun it and park - look at the house - three tossed snowballs stuck to the storm door glass - jumped out and grabbed the nearest 'tosser' by the hood (at least fifteen years old). Face planted him in the snow and held him for at least a minute - the other guy ran for the hills - finally let 'em up - cryin' like a baby - "I'm tellin' my Mom!! (used to tell your dad in the 'old days'). Some time later later I hear a "hootchie-muffler" - knock on the door - I ain't talkin' - push the door open in some creeps face and double arm bar 'em in the chest - goes backward asshole over elbow into the gutter - one of the local crack-heads from a block over, just as I suspected - "You're goin' to jail!!" he shouts - jumps back into the "hootchie - car" - creepy bleach blond at the wheel, swearin' like no tomorrow - they go gunnin' up the road - I step in the door - here they come again - "Queer!!!" shouts "hootchie-mom".....

...ya' gotta' love it.....

Anyway - a good day overall.....

One good thing about ice climbing - ya' never know what to expect from year to year.....

....ditto...

...Internet Connection.....

....Tim got a pretty cool beard happenin'...

...Stink on watch.....

....Ig - safe and sound.......

By the way - was waiting for the 'cops' to show up as forewarned - never happened......or else would have been back out........