Re: RIP Ronnie James Dio
<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Forty-One</div><div class="ubbcode-body">I knew there would be a tribute here so I walked back home. You see, about 8 days ago I felt a strong primal urge.
I waited until the sun went down, and then I walked naked into the woods…
Because we were going through a hot period, I found a nice stream with some cool water flowing and then tunneled into a crawdad hole, where I stayed throughout the hottest part of the day. In the late afternoon, I would crawl out covered with mud and then just find some sunny spot for it to dry. As it dried, it became a protective layer for my body so that I could hunt under old logs for worms and grubs, which as you might know, are quite tasty after 2 or 3 days without food. I carried only a small phone which I could use to check in with my CP during a 0900-0915 window each morning. One large glob of mud was used, as it dried, to create a small survival communication BOB that I wore high on my left shoulder so that it would not interfere with using my newly made atlatl to hunt. As I grew more comfortable hiding during the day in the stream, I moved to a wider area where the water was a bit deeper and I knew I could spear fish.
This morning, I watched someone approach so I had to switch to submerged mode in the hole. I had already considered the event when I had run the first task and purpose through my mind, so I simply grabbed the submersion reed I had stored on the bank and ducked under, drawing deep breaths through the reed. There is a lot that can be said for mission type orders! I remained like this for a few moments and was surprised to hear, or really – feel – a splash. The water was fairly clear so –to my growing amazement – I was able to see what appeared to be a naked woman below the water. Because my head was still covered in thick mud and a dye I had made using walnut husks, and because my new hide was under the branches of a hanging willow branch, I was able to slowly raise my head above the surface – Capt Benjamin L. Willard like- and watch her swim. I did not recognize her because my AO was over 70 miles from my start point, having moved as far as I could the first night. Apparently, some coed had decided to hike out into the wild IOT skinny dip. There is not much more to the story really. I thought that I had planned well, but, Murphy is always lurking nearby. Just as she was about to climb from the water, my phone started buzzing from where I had hidden it under a handmade bark and moss storage bin, so I stepped out of my hide and up on the bank to retrieve my phone. She openly stared, perhaps because I scared her but also probably because I am not part of the short-barrel crowd; but, I looked at the phone and saw that it was 0900, time to check in. It was at this point that I was told that Ronnie James Dio had died. It was surreal. There I stood at the top of a large pile of silverish creek rocks, each thoroughly embedded with fossilized creatures, with a beautiful maiden treading water in the stream below me. A song instantly flashed into my mind. I flashed her the devil’s horns and stepped off on the long road back to the trailer...
<span style="font-style: italic">Lift my spirit higher
Someones screaming my name
Come and make me holy again
Im the man on the silver mountain</span>
R.I.P.
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That's the coolest thing I've ever read on here.
