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| Fubar and Olivia check out the Eurocopter 10/01/05 |
| 'Livvie & a proud dad check out the ladder truck. |
| Nick climbs a tree at the State Fair of Texas |
This years Muster was held in N. Texas, Fubar’s backyard. I got up around 5 a.m. Thursday morning and
finished loading up and icing down the food and adult beverages. First stop, Evaine’s house and then on
to Love Field to pick up DC-2 flying in from Amarillo. We were operating with “270" air, 2 windows down
and 70 miles per hour. My van decided to freeze up the AC compressor a week earlier and I didn’t have
an extra $500 dollars to fix it. So sweat we would as we hit the highway with the windows down. The Texas
weather is always unpredictable and it lived up to that fact once again. As we approached the Muster site
it was hot and humid. Within twenty miles of the site it started raining buckets. We arrived around 10 a.m.
to scope things out. We arrived to near white-out conditions. Since it was raining so hard we decided to
head off and find a liquor store to get our favorite poisons. North of Sherman we found a small liquor
store with the correct brand libations and then we returned to the Sheppard Annex. The rain had tapered
off to just a spitz here and there and it had become chilly by Texas standards.
The Boss arrived in the notorious DickMobile. A full size Chevy Van with all the comforts of home. Twenty-
Five hours and 1200 miles after leaving the Manor. One by one our clan gathered. Duke with a beer in
one hand & PatBen in the other. Chad was already in the lodge waiting on the couch watching the big
screen. The Official 2005 Dick Marcinko Muster’s FNG, Kpang was there awaiting the gauntlet that lie
before him. Notorious BIL was accompanied by his delightful new bride. A red haired Irish Pixie. A Lass
with a fiery red mane, dragon’s eyes and the physique of a Goddess. Her shirt said so and her shirt was
correct. Crash accompanied them once again coming all the way from the bay area in northern Cali.
Suzanne Landers and her husband Bill introduced themselves. Then there was ElusiveVaFox with her
blonde hair and big ahhhh hooters. She tried to convince us she was a blonde, but she was far to sneaky
and smart to be a true blonde. Hawkster gave us all the Hawaiian good luck sign as a way of introduction.
Hopper made it after a few wrong turns. Tapper and Merlyn arrived to join the festivities. Dick signed us
in as our sponsor giving the lady at the lodge some well deserved yet light hearted grief. Our original
sponsor, Dan and the Minkster were on “assignment” on the dark continent. Too bad, they would be
missed. We would carry on regardless. We divvied up rooms keys and unpacked. I had the meal
assignment for Thursday night. My better half and I had made over a hundred chicken enchiladas and six
pies for dessert. The cabins were sixties vintage, maybe early seventies. They were small yet served all
our needs, bed, shower, AC, stove and fridge. The enchiladas were about a dozen to a pan and only one
pan would fit in each kitchenette size oven. So we were scrambling to get eight ovens to cook all our
main course for the evening. Everyone unloaded whatever they had brought. Food, beer, liquor, utensils,
gifts, etc. as we took over the covered picnic area. Our Base of Operations was established and we
would yield to no one. We had five or six large coolers filled with beer and food. Let the party begin.
The group melded together as if old friends. About half of the group had met at the first muster and some
again at the second. No one died from the food and no one went hungry. After dinner a few of us fired up
the Cuban cigars I had saved for the Muster. Dick related all the latest about Nancy and the kids. All the
health challenges and his seven year old son playing “Fear Factor” and jumping off the play-set breaking
his arm in a couple of places.
Kevin, “Kpang” wasn’t quite sure how to approach the “Boss”. DC-2 told him, “Step up and ask whatever
is on your mind. Don’t be shy.” Kpang hovered in the general area of Dick and patiently waited his turn to
inquire of the Boss. Dick noticed him and snapped, “Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna fill
my glass?” No questions asked, Kevin quickly took the mug and filled it with Bombay Sapphire and
returned with it. “So what’s your story?” Dick barked. Kevin performed flawlessly as the FNG (Fucking
New Guy) He asked Dick a few questions and Dick in a fatherly manner edge-a-macated the lad. Kevin
never bowed up, he never took offense (as far as we know) He understood that being the FNG isn’t bad,
in fact it’s an honor. A crash course to get you up to speed in the ways of Marcinko. It’s up to you if you
learn or take offense. Kpang chose well, he remembered you only have one mouth but two ears. It’s that
way for a reason. He listened and learned. Kevin also got a dig in on us by supplying us his God awful
nuclear strength hot sauce. I thought Tapper was going to pass out.
The bugs were merciless, fire ants, chiggers, mosquitos, gad-flies and God only knows what else. No
amount of bug spray could halt them as they gnawed on us. We killed the lights as they were just
attracting more bugs. The street lights were sufficient anyway. It was just us and the bugs. Duke had a
beer or two or three. Around midnight most of us retired to rest up and absorb the days events. However,
it is rumored that someone was on the lodge roof howling at the moon.
Friday morning everyone arose to fifteen or twenty deer in their backyard, pancakes, coffee and
scrambled eggs. Duke had a beer or two or three. Most of our group arrived about the same time for
breakfast. But a few, stumbled in around brunch and one made it in time for lunch. In the tradition that
was started by Meat at the first Muster we took everyone’s photo with Dick. Suzanne Landers and her
husband Bill headed off to Wichita Falls to pick up BasieBand. DC-2 and I headed off to the one hour
photo place at the Super Wal-Mart. The group had lunch while we were gone. Nothing fancy, sandwiches
and chips, a little of this and a little of that. DC-2 and I returned with the pictures all in 5"X7" for Dick to
inscribe with words of wisdom. Besides the photos many had Dick’s books, tapes, posters and his “action
figures” to sign. Dick continued relating how he is often asked to speak for large companies. He relates
to them “Team Building” concepts and what they are doing wrong. Hopefully some of them listen. Dick
also related to us how the next book is done. He’s just waiting on S&S to shit or get off the pot. If they
won’t then maybe someone else will see the value of the Rogue Warrior franchise. It’s amazing how cut
and dried this should be. But alas, “common sense” isn’t all that common. Suzanne Landers and her
husband Bill returned around 5p.m. with BasieBand. Hawkster fired up the grill. The fire was a tad larger
than what was needed, but that was ok. We had two qualified firemen in case it got out of hand. Steaks
and hydraulic sandwiches were plentiful. Dick gave us the no-shiter as far as the website is concerned
and gave us a peek of what's to come. The moon was full and we barked in its general direction more
than once. We were no longer alone as the empty cabins had filled up all day. However the covered patio
was our! The "others" kept their distance and never challenged our ownership of the large covered area.
The posted “quiet time” was 22:00, needless to say we violated that rule many times. As the night wore
on, the Bombay Sapphire flowed, The Cabo Wabo made great Margarita’s, the Wild Turkey went down
smooth and the beer was plentiful. PatBen had a “tad” more than her normal and was feeling no pain.
Tapper too was in the zone. The rest of us gave EVERYONE grief as the liquor did plenty of good natured
talking. We told Duke several times to take his “woman” home and take advantage of her current state,
but she was having too much fun to comply. This was our final night with Dick as he was heading back
home Saturday around noon. This way he would be home in time to take his seven year old to school
Monday morning. Kids and family do come first and everyone understood and agreed with that sentiment.
Friday night was great. We all hoped it wouldn’t end, but alas, after God only know how many adult
beverages we started to lose people one by one. Duke had headed to his cabin already without PatBen.
He couldn’t convince her that more fun awaited behind the cabin door. Finally PatBen headed to her
cabin in a zig-zag pattern only to find the door locked. We all had a good laugh. A few minutes later here
she came again back to the patio area with Duke following closely behind. Then from another direction
here came Tapper less his shirt. He was ready for round two. Finally everyone called it a night around
1am.
Saturday morning everyone once again arose to fifteen or twenty deer in their backyard, pancakes,
coffee and scrambled eggs. Duke had a beer or two or three. PatBen was a little shaky until she had a
coffee or two. Tapper was feeling it also. For lunch BasieBand made us all an excellent creole dish with
shrimp and rice in a spicy sauce. Great stuff! It was time, the Boss needed to hit the road. It was nearly
two by the time the final goodbyes, hugs and hand shakes were exchanged. The DickMobile hit the road
for the 1200 mile return trip to the Manor in Virginia. Tapper and Merlyn followed closely for their return
trip to Arkansas. Kevin, his cherry properly popped headed back to South Carolina. The rest of us had no
problem carrying on the drinking, swearing and sexual innuendo without them. Hawkster, ElusiveVaFox,
DC-2, Chad, Notorious Bil and Red headed for the lake. I held down the fort so the “others” wouldn’t try to
take over the patio area. It was still “ours” until we gave it up. Everyone returned and Hawkster fired up
the grill once again. On the menu tonight grilled chicken. Great stuff! Duke had a beer or two or three.
Another great Muster was coming to a close. It was a major success once again. We finished out Saturday
night with great food, great drink and great company.
Sunday morning everyone once again arose to fifteen or twenty deer in their backyard, pancakes, coffee
and scrambled eggs. It was a nice constant. Chad had left out early for a Sunday morning flight back to
Minnesota. After everyone had eaten and said their goodbyes, we loaded up and headed back to D/FW.
Food and drink were plentiful. No one did without and an embarrassing amount of food was leftover on
Sunday morning. I literally returned home with as much as I originally brought, and I brought a van full.
Our 270 air was going full blast. It was already in the 90's and headed to a high of near 100. First stop,
drop off Evaine in Euless. DC-2 and I stepped in for a cold drink and to enjoy some “real” air conditioning.
It was good to dry off from the hour and a half drive in the heat. DC-2 and I headed to Love Field in Dallas
to see if he could get an earlier flight back to Amarillo. He wasn’t looking forward to waiting another
seven hours to get home. For a fifty dollar up charge he was on the next flight in less than an hour. Fubar
headed back to Casa Fubar back north of Fart Worth about thirty-five miles away. It was good to be home.
My wife and near two year old daughter were in the front yard as I pulled up. Hugs and kisses were
exchanged and I unloaded the van, loaded up the fridge and had a Shiner-Bock beer. Life is Good!
It was an excellent meet and greet, once again. If you missed it, then doom on you!
Later, AF.
PS: FYVM!
08-01-05
Fubarcon FIVE was a blast. Big thanks to Rae, Tink, Kiwi, Casper, Dee, Maureen (Dee's Sister) and May.
Kiwi came in a week earlier and Casper showed her the sites and kept her out of trouble. I showed Kiwi
around Wed & Thurs. The rest of the group arrived Thurs evening. We had a planning session Friday at
noon. Friday knight we went to Medievel Times, then the Hard Rock Cafe for a nightcap. Sat morn & aft the
girls went shopping and we had a cookout at Casa Fubar Sat night. Burgers, Beer, Margarita's, Dogs,
Chips and Dips. Rae had Tim's latest movie "Soldier of God" which hasn't been released yet. It was Tim's
personal copy on loan to Rae. Plus they brought a ton of groceries and Casper brought a bottle of Fubar's
favorite Cabo Wabo Tequila. I gave Casper and Tink (for her Brother) some Cuban Cigars I had been
saving for a special occasion. All others passed on one of my nasty habits. One of many! LOL!
Big Thanks again to all involved.
Sunday they were in Casper's charge as I had to go to E. Texas and p/u Monkeyboy. He had been at his
Grandmothers the past ten days.
How am I you ask? Fubar is Fat, Happy and Unemployed. Unemployed by choice I guess. Trying to rehab
from the quad bypass and the ICD implant (pacemaker/defibulator). Quad was easy, the ICD is a pain in the
a$$ AND it only lasts 6 years then they have to replace it which means cut me open again and more rehab.
Sucks! They say it's a "minor" surgery though. I take 7 pills a day for heart, BP, Cholesterol. Side effect of
one of the heart pills is weight gain. I do 5k's every month or two, walk almost daily and yet weight is very
hard to keep in ck. I have to keep telling myself it beats the alternative.
I have the 3rd annual Marcinko Muster/Campout in Sept. Can't wait! AAR will follow . . .
Later, AF.
www.fubarbros.com
Fubarcon FIVE was a blast. Big thanks to Rae, Tink, Kiwi, Casper, Dee, Maureen (Dee's Sister) and May.
Kiwi came in a week earlier and Casper showed her the sites and kept her out of trouble. I showed Kiwi
around Wed & Thurs. The rest of the group arrived Thurs evening. We had a planning session Friday at
noon. Friday knight we went to Medievel Times, then the Hard Rock Cafe for a nightcap. Sat morn & aft the
girls went shopping and we had a cookout at Casa Fubar Sat night. Burgers, Beer, Margarita's, Dogs,
Chips and Dips. Rae had Tim's latest movie "Soldier of God" which hasn't been released yet. It was Tim's
personal copy on loan to Rae. Plus they brought a ton of groceries and Casper brought a bottle of Fubar's
favorite Cabo Wabo Tequila. I gave Casper and Tink (for her Brother) some Cuban Cigars I had been
saving for a special occasion. All others passed on one of my nasty habits. One of many! LOL!
Big Thanks again to all involved.
Sunday they were in Casper's charge as I had to go to E. Texas and p/u Monkeyboy. He had been at his
Grandmothers the past ten days.
How am I you ask? Fubar is Fat, Happy and Unemployed. Unemployed by choice I guess. Trying to rehab
from the quad bypass and the ICD implant (pacemaker/defibulator). Quad was easy, the ICD is a pain in the
a$$ AND it only lasts 6 years then they have to replace it which means cut me open again and more rehab.
Sucks! They say it's a "minor" surgery though. I take 7 pills a day for heart, BP, Cholesterol. Side effect of
one of the heart pills is weight gain. I do 5k's every month or two, walk almost daily and yet weight is very
hard to keep in ck. I have to keep telling myself it beats the alternative.
I have the 3rd annual Marcinko Muster/Campout in Sept. Can't wait! AAR will follow . . .
Later, AF.
www.fubarbros.com
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