[pct-l] Buzzworm BBQ

[Mike Chapman]

So because a couple bafoons who didnt know about
skinning(allday),eating,and standing up for themselves,all others will
now be judged as those bafoons! Good stuff.

On 1/5/11, Tom Hudson <vertigelt at gmail.com> wrote:
> Awesome story, mate.  And a great way to thwart the back-n-forthin goin on
> over some remarks I honestly had interpreted to be sarcastic to begin with.
>
> /Tom
>
> On Wed, Jan 5, 2011 at 12:12 AM, jason moores <jmmoores at hotmail.com> wrote:
>
>>
>> Last year Molasses and I zeroed at Tom's place in Kennedy Meadows ,
>> pitching our tyvek in the yard near one of the trailers(our favorite
>> layover
>> of the summer due to Tom's boundless generosity). Staying in said trailer
>> were two of the trails finest examples of Hikertrash. We had met these
>> gentlemen two hundred miles back and had been leapfrogging for a few
>> weeks.
>> I say this so that ya know that when I say that these fellas were good
>> folk,
>> that it comes from personal knowledge. They were not the evil, murderous
>> scoundrels that they were soon to be seen as.
>>
>> So...anyways, one fine afternoon, returning from the bohemian gorging of
>> vittles and dark ale at the K.M. Gen. Store, our intrepid hikers headed
>> for
>> their trailer to rest up for the evenings festivities. Passing near our
>> empty campsite on their return, they stirred up a small rattler.  After a
>> short debate they decided that it would be dangerous to leave the serpent
>> unmolested in the vicinity of the thirty or so hikers floppin' in Tom's
>> yard. Most of whose judgement/reflexes were impaired by grog and a pungent
>> smelling herb being smoked out of odd shaped glass pipes in small groups
>> throughout the yard. With a barbaric yalp hiker 1 smote the dragon. Hiker
>> 2
>> patted his partner on the back and congratulated him on his conquest.
>> Brimming with pride hiker 2 held up the limp body of the buzzworm, yalped
>> in
>> victory and proceeded to boast of the kill to all who drew near.
>>
>> Word of the snake's demise ran through the meadow like wildfire. Before
>> long, shouts of protest could be heard throughout the yard. Many hikers
>> were
>> appalled by the actions of hikers 1 &2 - This was a desecration of mother
>> earth. What had the snake done to them? Why did they not remove this
>> fragile
>> creature to a safe place for its protection? I heard murmurs of lynching
>> the
>> culprits, or at the least, a revocation of their Hikertrash credentials.
>> Wow, this was a tough crowd.
>>
>> A voice from the mob called out, "Ya gotta eat it, dude!" Many bearded
>> heads wagged in agreement. This surely was the only way to appease the
>> gods.
>>
>> In their humble fashion, 1&2 agreed to consume their kill. The rest of the
>> afternoon was spent skinnin', guttin and choppin. By nightfall the worm
>> was
>> ready ta be cooked.
>>
>> It was a fine gathering of Trash around Tom's fire that night. Wine flowed
>> like a river and again I smelt a pleasant pungent odor. Two troubadours of
>> the trail entertained the crowd with strummin and verse. At the appointed
>> hour 1&2 approached the fire with heads bowed. All present were attentive
>> of
>> the ritual before them. A greased cast-iron skillet was produced and the
>> cookin' commenced.
>>
>> Being a chef I sat rapt in fascination as the small ivory knuckles of meat
>> sizzled in the pan. It didn't take long for the snake meat to be cooked
>> through. I called out to my friends, "don't over cook it, man."
>>
>> Tom leaned forward and said, "let'r cook, ya need ta do rattler well
>> done."
>> The fryin continued....and continued...and continued. Finally the skillet
>> was removed from the fire. The once beautiful flesh had been reduced to
>> gnarled, smokin bits of charcoal. 1&2 produced their blades and commenced
>> eating straight from the pan. Tom smiled wryly, leaned in closer, "how is
>> it?"
>>
>> "Crunchy...belch"
>>
>> Epilogue: Moments after eating the blackened snake meat, hiker 1 returned
>> to the trailer, became violently sick and spent the next several days
>> nauseous and with intestinal distress.
>> The Moral of this tale: No good deed goes unpunished
>>
>> Jackass
>>
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