must be a Saskatchewan oriental thing.
I have a variation on the napping technique, which is to pretend to go charging off into the brush on a sunny day when the game starts, then hanging back at base camp and enjoying the shade. Very disconcerting to the enemy recce team that has belly crawled for the last 2 hours to get into spotting range, only to see me kicking back enjoying some freezies
Oh, and then there's the detonation of the claymores that we planted too. easy peasy heheh
It doesn't seem much, to stir a man's soul. Just a moth eaten rag on a worm eaten pole. But 'tis the deeds that were done 'neath this moth eaten rag, when the pole was a staff, and the rag was a flag.
CUM CATAPULTAE PROSCRIPTAE ERUNT TUM SOLI PROSCRIPT CATAPULTAS HABEBUNT