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Some two thousand days after the claims were made, and more than ten years since the alleged events were witnessed, one of the stupidest media hoaxes ever is finally put to rest. Further background here.
Oh, swell. They had to wait until I went out and spent some significant cash on a Zebco SW888 combo, with heavy-duty reel and 8-foot, 2-piece E-glass rod, before they finally established that the whole thing was a hoax. And what am I supposed to do with all these pineapple wedges? I suppose the next thing they’ll be saying is that global warming is a hoax, too.
OT Somebody should tell Fisk that les neiges d’antan have been found. He can stop worrying about global warming.
Didn’t the guy you tied then turkeyn feather tp complain about being used as bait?
Posted by richard mcenroe on 2007 02 08 at 10:46 AM • permalink#9 RM
Remember, mate:
“PERVIEW IS MY FIENDgeez
Posted by Jack from Montreal on 2007 02 08 at 11:03 AM • permalinkAren’t rubber turkeys the usual bait used when monkey fishing?
Posted by andycanuck on 2007 02 08 at 11:16 AM • permalinkReminds me of a story told by a South African mate who swears it’s true.
Seems that the farmers always used to plant a couple of acres of pumpkins to protect their cash crops from the monkeys. Apparently monkeys just love pumpkin seeds. When the pumpkins were ripe they would cut the stem out of the vegetable leaving about a 2” diameter hole in the top. That night the monkeys would swarm into the pumpkin patch, force their hands into them and grab a handful of seeds. The hole was too small to allow the monkey to remove his clenched fist and those little devils wouldn’t let go of their favourite snack for love nor money. They would hop around the patch with a 2 kilo pumpkin on each hand.
The “Monkey Whack” would then begin.
Lots of fun and food for the field hands and protection for the farmer.
Anybody here ever participated?
#19 LaoHuLi
I am 100% certain that one’s a myth: I really do think the monkeys would let go of the pumpkins in an instant once they came under attack.
Posted by Spiny Norman on 2007 02 08 at 12:18 PM • permalink17 My rule is, if you catch it, you clean it. I’ll cook it, and then we’ll eat it.
Except for plastic turkeys. Hell to get the melted goo out of the baking pan.
Elizabeth
Imperial KeeperPosted by Elizabeth Imperial Keeper on 2007 02 08 at 12:43 PM • permalinkSo, we can expect to wait at least 7 more years to see any admissions re: the Plastic Turkey?
Posted by Major John on 2007 02 08 at 12:47 PM • permalinkBTW - we used to drive off the HIG and Talib with Spryo Gira recordings…
Posted by Major John on 2007 02 08 at 12:47 PM • permalinkLao, that sure sounds like a South African version of a snipe hunt to me. Seems like the monkeys would be smart enough to let go of the seeds, then using both hands to rip the pumpkin open.
Posted by David Crawford on 2007 02 08 at 12:55 PM • permalinkSlate’s Jack Shafer reported that the story was in fact a hoax:
This week, . . . Forman telephoned me. Student journalists writing a story about the incident had contacted Forman, and this had prompted him to call me and confess that the story was a complete lie. He never even visited the island.
In a note to me, Forman apologized for betraying Slate’s trust and for taking so long to come clean.
This will almost certainly be what claimants of global warming will do after it’s shown that it’s all a bowl of crapola. Unfortunately by that time manufacturing and any other activity that generates significant tons of carbon would have already been transferred to China and India.
If it’s any consolation, they will say they really really mean it. They’re sorry.
Posted by wronwright on 2007 02 08 at 02:24 PM • permalink#28: Interesting that you should ask, yojimbo. Private Paco called us last night with some rather startling news. He’s thinking of trying out for Marine Recon, which, for those not in the know (like myself, up until recently), is the Marine Corps’ Special Forces unit. I told him I’d support him in whatever he wanted to do, but that I hoped he knew that his folks were very proud of him for being any kind of Marine at all. It’s a highly selective process, and I don’t know if he can make it, and if he does, he might still decide that he’d rather just be a regular mud Marine, but we’ll see.
#32: Recon went through some kind of reorganization several years ago. What exactly is the difference between Special Ops and Special Forces, yojimbo? Like any half-ignorant layman, I always assumed they were the same thing. Here’s the position description, incidentally.
#34 Grimmy would know? Oh partuckle.
He has yet to return to me my Zulu spear or Norman shield. In fact, now that I think about it, I haven’t heard a peep from him. I sure hope he was able to penetrate Andrea’s perimeter defenses.
Posted by wronwright on 2007 02 08 at 04:15 PM • permalink#29 Great point, wronwright. I’m sure they’ll come up with some similar excuse the 10 years from now, or so. (And a point made so noticeable.)
P.S. I’m glad to see that the PACO that you bought is working so well:
http://tinyurl.com/2uqwkqPosted by andycanuck on 2007 02 08 at 06:02 PM • permalinkWe used to go dog fishing when I was a kid- we’d tie a long dog biscuit onto some monofiliment, then cast it into the backyard where our loopy white boxer was lurking; he’d latch onto the tasty bait and take off like you’d squeezed tiger Balm up his bum- a smart dog fisherman would then gradually apply the star drag and bring him to a halt, where he’d fight the line harder than a 30kg spanish mackerel. A single biccy could be played for 15-20 minutes, until it softened enough to come off the line. Season was closed when the old girl found the dog had gained 10 pounds and we were out of biscuits.
#46 used to go trawling for kahawai off the coast of NZ with my grandfather….once in a while a black-backed gull would swoop down and take the lure. These gulls are very large and very strong….only hope of saving them was to wind them in without making them struggle too much. A real art.
Used to save more than I lost. Gulls that is. My grandad would just cut the line.
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Tim, I think it’s time I confessed that the postcard I sent you of a jackalope was fake, too.