What do Veterans look for in a man cave? Well, besides the bathroom, they like a place where people don’t say weird things like: “Oh, dear. Pulease! No shoes in here. This is our gorgeous Brazilian old growthe walnut floor.” Veterans want a concrete floor you can spit on or spill your drink if necessary. A man cave à la Vet, by definition, is one where no one is going to blow an ass gasket if you light up a smoke. This being the enlightened state of Washington, I guess that could have more than one meaning. We’ll just assume cigarettes.
Vet man caves generally smell like Hoppe’s No. 9 with just a suggestive, teasing hint of WD-40. A place rich with old war mementos- and room for more whenever you get around to looking for them. Old Vietnam war maps of Military Region II (MR II) or what we once called Barrel Roll. The Plain of Jars. Jokingly referred to as the “extreme western terminus of the DMZ”.
A man cave is a place to target shoot indoors out of the rainy Northwest winter weather. Anything less would be uncivilized and upset the neighbors. In sum, the perfect Super Bowl Half time entertainment area-hands down. With the VA finally paying me soon, I intend to buy the automatic electric target-fetcher so I don’t have to walk thirty feet. I prewired for it, too.
Of course, in order to watch the game, we all have to go inside and do so in Cupcake’s Cave where the big screen is. That’s another thing I intend to fix soon. I want my own. A man cave is naked without one.
Shooting indoors with old friends on Super Bowl Sunday without pissing off the better half? Priceless. For everything else in life there’s (advertize your Credit Card Co. here-cheap. see asknod.info for details).
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No deer heads on the wall? We’ve got four. I’ve named them Moe, Larry, Curley and Shemp. We’ve saved space on the wall for Joe. I’ve given up any kind of decorating around them; there’s no point to it. The 70 inch 4k TV in the living room was the bribe I accepted in return.
if you look closely at the picture with the British flag, there is a nice 3-point of my Mulie deer. Shot in Wyoming 1999 at 8,200 ASL. 28 inches between the forward tines. He was huge. I “skiied” him down the hill into camp like a sled.
Now I am going to have to think up a version of a veteran woman’s cave!
Yep, mmmmmmhmmmm! Where is the John Wayne picture?
Oh, come on. He wasn’t a Veteran. He had 39 Missions on the back lot of Fox Studios. I will make a point of getting pictures of Mr. Rogers and Capt. Kangaroo, though.