Club Obi Wan

Indakin wrote:Otherwise i love our whips, i got the front crack form down, its my favorite now.

I can only get that one to work for me about 25% of the time.

I like genexs suggestion, but what would upset me is if I got a green light from park officials, had every intention of setting things up, and had some yuppie knucklehead say "Oh, I don't like the idea of that", and then being forced to "just leave". I'll be darned if I am going to go all the way down to some place just to have one random person send me packing.

You know, Greg and I have gone to the park near his house on several occasions and have never had a problem. Curator Rick went with us once when he came down for a visit.

People are driving right by us, teams are playing soccer nearby, picnicers, people out for a walk or just hanging out, and we just go to a grassy area a safe distance from everyone and just do our thing. We even have people stop by once in a while and ask about whipcracking.

I remember at the QM, when we got the bright idea to crack whips at 1:30 in the morning. The security guard came riding up on his little golf cart, stopped and said, "I thought it was fireworks". He took one look at Greg with his whip and drove off and didn't say another word to us. Greg has that effect on people.

I'll have to go with your guys next time you decide to do that at 1:30.

Something else that might go a long way toward making people a little less touchy about whip cracking, is have the common courtesy NOT TO CRACK YOUR BLOODY WHIP AT 1:30AM! ;-)

Anyway, just to prevent misunderstandings with my neighbors, I stop all whip cracking after dark. There are several reasons for this other than trying to avoid complications. The first is I can't see what I'm doing out there after dark anyway, (We don't have any security lights. I like being able to see the whole Milky Way on clear evenings, Thanks. Security? That's what the whips, guns, swords and knives are for!) We also live in a valley with a considerably large creek at the bottom, (runs across our property under a bridge, and runs along the front of the house, so it's close,) and the dew sets early and leaves late. Taking the whip out after 9PM and before 10AM just gets it sopping wet. Not good.

About the only time I just downright didn't care and was fairly rude was about a year ago. It was about 4 in the morning, and I had a LOT to do that day, and had gotten to bed late anyway. Unfortunately, I found myself cracking my whip at this hour when the neighbors dogs, (about 3 or 4, all hunting dogs,) treed a opossum or a racoon, or something. They were out in back of the house, (up the hill, I couldn't see them, but I could sure hear them!) braying out long and lound howls.

I went out the door in my PJ's and a pair of combat boots, (I might have even jammed my Federation onto my head before stalking out the door. I don't rightly remember.) I walked out into the darkness of the back yard, stalking blindly toward the noise, shouting at the top of my lungs and let fly with three or four overhead cracks that echoed around the hills like a 30/30, (an huntin' dogs 'round here know to git when they hear that!) They shut up fast.

Never heard a word from anyone about that. But then again, considering the obscenities coming out of my mouth, the whip was really the LEAST offensive thing they had to listen to. ;-)

-Dan

From what I understand, it was not the first time that there was an early morning whip cracking session at the QM. It seems to me that it is almost a tradition. Don't look at me, I not the one that started it.

Bufflehead Jones wrote:From what I understand, it was not the first time that there was an early morning whip cracking session at the QM. It seems to me that it is almost a tradition. Don't look at me, I not the one that started it.

Bwaaahaaaaaaaa!

Today I went to a state park with my boyfriend and one of the park rangers came up to us to check out why we had whips. I said, "Are we not supposed to have them? It's an agricultural tool." He said it sounded like someone was chopping wood. I haven't heard of a whip being referred to in that manner, but I thought it funny. But it sure was fun cracking them. You never know when a bob cat might pop out on a hiking trail.

Chopping wood? I never heard that one, either.