many years ago around 1987 i became a re-enactor
but not just any re-enactor i became a cowboy, and an American civil war one as well.
had some great times camping out with just a blanket, even in the hardest of rain down pours we were authentic.
if we couldn't carry it in our saddle bags then we didn't take it.
so many fantastic times at so many different places. Sackwell farm, BT traing head office near rugby, over to The wirral, down to cornwall.
we did one civil war battle at skew bridge and the whole weekend was rather drunken, now at get together's like this there are usually a number of minor accidents and small injury's, but this one however looked to pass of with out a single mis hap, that is until the muster call after the very last engagement, we all stood there in a ragged line and fired a volley off, then with a shoulder arms call, there was a shrill scream and a heap of person on the floor, sobbing like a girl on her last chocolate. turns out that the person had shouldered arms with there finger still in the trigger guard and promptly broken it.
ah great days indeed
( fluffybunnykiller Is feasting on the clitoris of life, Sat 31 Mar 2012, 18:20, Reply)