Posts by Aaron Proffitt

    A pic of us ( protection detail) with out-going MG Rapp after his change of command ceremony yesterday...
    HAPPY 4TH !!:toast::)

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    When it comes to weight bearing gear that goes around your waste be it a duty belt or weight belt, move as much gear as you can towards the front . Serves a couple of functions...


    A. It move the brunt of the weight from your lower back to your stronger center core


    B. Makes shit a snap to get to. Thoughtless and effortless...

    Hey fellas.... Aaron here coming to you live from the heart of the wild and wonderful country known as Afghanistan where I will be enjoying an all expense paid ( and paid ) 365 day visit full of all kinds of adventures and surprises !


    I live in downtown Kabul in a compound known offically as 'New Kabul Compound' but known more affectionately as the 'Puzzle Palace' or as me and my team refer to it, "Raccoon City", courtesy of the Resident Evil franchise. Living conditions aren't really all that bad. I've had much worse. We don't have quite all the amenities that some of the much bigger FOB's have but ,hey, you can only go to The Green Bean so many times,anyway.


    Got to wear a lot of hats while I'm heredue to the impending drawdown. So I'm the US Forces-Afghanistan Provost Marshal's program manager over the Customs program. That's shit being imported not how to be polite and courteous. Also direct the personal security team for various General's and such, direct the force protection team for our compound here, and provide law enforcement over sight for our force protection team at NKC. Was advised today that I am also supposed to liason and work with the various counter-narco agencies operating here. So, if this next year creeps by it's nobody else's fault but mine.


    Anyway, good to see everybody is alive and kicking and that I was able to access this site from my office. :)


    Later,ya'all.

    Oooohhh.... I love these kinda threads. Outdoor sports and their definitions.



    When it comes to fishing ,I love fly fishing . It's as close to merging fishing and hunting into one basket as you can get. Spearfishing is hunting sub-surface. Bowfishing is hunting at surface. With either , at the shot you know what's coming to the urface. You what you shot. I love the aspect of H&L where you really don't know. You feel a subtle lift or 'tap'....and it could be a diminutive brookie on there or hybrid striped bass that'll go 15 lbs.. You just don't know.
    Now to break it down further. You have wet fly purist,dry fly fly purist, Spey guys and switchers....and the you have a relatively new group....the eastern Tenkara guys. Tenkara is awesome ,by the way on small streams. I now own 2 tenkara rods.


    Bird hunters. If it's a bumped bird you can't shoot it. If you are using anything over a 20 gauge, then you can't shoot. If a dog retrieves a bird and then drops it, it shouldn't count in your bag.


    English terrier guys, UK lurchermen and Appalachian houndsmen have their own rules on game......bowhunters can break it down even further.



    When are we gonna quit bitching and just get 'out there ' ?

    I saw this on U-Tube and almost pissed my pants.. so I had to send it to Dan. :thumbsup2:
    Thanks Dan for sharing :laughing:


    I do respect the Mac's service to our country and he has always been nice on the phone, but this is still a hoot.:laughing3:


    Cheers, Don


    That was hilarious...:laughing3:

    All my life I've been an outdoorsman, if not subsistence then very close to the edge of it. If I haven't eaten wild things, then I've made a partial living off of them. UTILIZE,UTILIZE,UTILIZE is my mantra.


    Fish are no different....if it's caught then it's used. Carp are dog food and trap line bait, gar are deboned to make 'poor man's lobster....all other game fish are fried, stewed,chowdered,grilled,smoked, broiled( speaking of which I have a broiled trout with cream recipe that'll make your wife do things that are illegal in most states and certainly a felony in Oklahoma),poached.....love the whole 'from field and stream to table'way of life. And it is a way of life gentlemen.


    I thought I knew all of the ends and outs of wild game cooking. The perfect wine matches, the correct configurations of sauteed ingredients to make the dish 'pop',what spice rub to use with what species and dinner plan.


    Oh yes,friends ,I was in the know.


    But something vexed me...this smoked fish dip conglomeration. Quite frankly ,it sounded like a mess on a cracker. But through the years I've listened to you guys rail about it and Sheri Daye swooning how she shot a certain species that makes great dip...on and on and on. Bleeh ! ,says I.


    Not along ago ,mrmike posted a recipe for smoked fish dip seemed doable. I'm reading over it and thinking " Holy crap ? Is it possible that this isn't some kind of regional quirk that's actually good?" . So ,I made a comment about it on Mike's thread. One thing led to another, PM's were exchanged, yada yada yada....


    Tonight, I came in from work after a long 16 hour day to see a rather unassuming box sitting on the table from a Mike out of Florida. I smelled the box ....did you guys know everything from Florida smells like oranges ? It's true. You probably don't notice it since you live there ( kinda like smokers can't smell shit, either) and for that I feel sorry for ya. Everything coming out of Oklahoma smells like meth and stockyards.


    I tore into the box and eventually came upon this container of this ...mess. Looked like mashed potatos with the works. An off white mush. With spices for color.


    Tentively( forgot how to spell that), I dredged a big ass Wheat Thin through it and threw the pile in my mouth with a Red Stripe close at hand in case I had to wash it down like a Wheat Thin sized aspirin.


    Fear immediately gave way to bliss, eyes that had been closed tightly with dread snapped open with surprise and joy....It wasn't a lump of coal in my stocking !! It was awesomeness on a freaking 'Thin !!! The joy ! Oh rapture and hallelujah !!
    " Alissa !!" I cried, calling to my dear wife. "You've gotta try this shit that I just threw together from last Spring's crappie" says I.She orged immediately...swept away in the bliss that only firing tastebuds can provide.She fell to the floor and kissed my feet , and then washed them with her flaming red hair.
    After she had composed herself and left me to snack alone...I wept for the knowing that this method of cookery had escaped me for over 30 years. But I vow to utilize (UTILIZE ! UTILIZE ! UTILIZE!) this method of preparation from here on out.


    You make a damn fine dip, Mike. Damn fine.


    And here's the recipe.
    http://spearfishing.world/foru…3634-smoked-fish-dip.html