Originally Posted by brandinm380
Not quite yet, still getting ready
I remember when we were in the process of building the family business. We had this guy that was a site boss, he had a camper and lived on the property during the construction phase (worked out you know, no one would steal anything or dump trash with this dude around) Anyway, I never heard his name, they all called him Papa Smurf. He had a huge white beard, though it was stained with tobacco juice most of the time. I talked with him once, and somehow lead into a gun discussion as I noticed he kept a .38 on the dash of his lift. I said what's that for? I swear to god he answered me that "if one of those sonsabitches gets out of line i'll shoot'em. They all know it, and they don't get out of line." I was like, ok, well I think it's time for me to leave......but just what all do you carry in the camper? His response was, "enough to fight the US army for at least a week."