Posts by Aaron Proffitt

    In my past life I was a pretty talented distant runner. Enough so, that I could enter a race from a 1600 to a 10k and have all the wind I needed to not really have to think about it and just strategize my way thru it. Then the injuries began . Eventually, I found it excruciating to even take a shower as the mere water hitting my feet was agonizing . The years of 150 miles a week had taken their toll. Time to pay the Piper, and good-bye college sholarship offers.


    Here in Afghanistan, I decided I was going to take advantage of the altitude and time on my hands to regain some of my former glory, but I've had to completely re-think how to do it. I've had to go minimalist on the footwear. Sometimes even barefoot all together, but I have to do that really late at night as running barefoot around one's combat outpost/FOB is frowned upon.


    Below is some more detail that I sent a buddy in an email...I think Dan'll find a lot of this interestingas I know he studies more natural approaches to athleticism.:)


    Hey, wanted to tell you about this book I'm reading called 'Born to Run'. I've gotten back into distance running as a way to keep my head clear and basically beat the cabin fever I get living on a square kilometer city block area. A friend of mine back home saw where I often times have issues with injuries , but am working to beat them by adopting a minimalist footwear approach ...more on that later.


    The premise of the book is the author likes to run, even though he had never really planned to be competitive with it . He's a big guy, 6'4 and 230, so he doesn't really fit the mold anyway. But still ,he'd get out and jog 2 or 3 miles a day. And then bam, he started having problems . Foot,shin and knee issues. He went to Dr after Dr who told him that running was his problem . They did all kinds of scans, put him on a treadmill and analyzed his gait...you name it. All said the same thing. In his mind that just didn't make sense.


    In the meantime, he started looking at people across the world who run as a way of life . From Kenyans to the Tarahumara tribe down in Mexico. So he headed down there to meet an American that lived with Tarahumara to find out what the deal was. What he found were people into their 80's who still ran hundreds of miles ,sometimes in a day. In fact, 4 Tarahumara's won the Leadville 100 ultra-marathon in the 90's . That is a 100 mile race held at 10,000 feet ele. in Leadville, Co.. One thing he found in common is nobody wore shoes. Simply sandals. And all ran with very short strides as opposed to the long strides that we're taught to run with. Even modern shoes encourage long strides by having raised heel soles. Long strides equate out to pronounced heel strikes and the injuries and pain that come with it . Running with short strides encourages you to run more on the balls of your feet and keeps your back straight with a relaxed upper body. And all groups that run as a way of life do the same thing. The Kenyans, Incas, rural Egyptians, the Southwest American Indians. And I've started doing it,too. So far so good at least 5k's a day, sometimes up to 10.


    This'll be good for me.

    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.

    I saw this on U-Tube and almost pissed my pants.. so I had to send it to Dan. :thumbup:
    Thanks Dan for sharing <img src= " class="smiley" srcset="https://spearfishing.world/forum/images/smilies/emojione/1f606@2x.png 2x" height="23" width="23" loading="eager" data-tooltip="biggrin" aria-label="biggrin">


    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. <img src= " class="smiley" srcset="https://spearfishing.world/forum/images/smilies/emojione/1f606@2x.png 2x" height="23" width="23" loading="eager" data-tooltip="biggrin" aria-label="biggrin">


    Cheers, Don


    That was hilarious... <img src= " class="smiley" srcset="https://spearfishing.world/forum/images/smilies/emojione/1f606@2x.png 2x" height="23" width="23" loading="eager" data-tooltip="biggrin" aria-label="biggrin">

    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