tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825273392145948457.post8981039651173387812..comments2024-02-28T05:21:30.063+00:00Comments on The Suburban Bushwacker: From Fat Boy to Elk Hunter: Alternative Career Plan?The Suburban Bushwackerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09372690405902840131noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825273392145948457.post-75187171729088127232014-03-29T22:12:50.195+00:002014-03-29T22:12:50.195+00:00Moel
I was trying to explain this to my son the ot...Moel<br />I was trying to explain this to my son the other day.<br />He would have none of it, "No dad he's a tramp." <br /><br />SBWThe Suburban Bushwackerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09372690405902840131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825273392145948457.post-72356015827981084742014-03-28T20:29:05.746+00:002014-03-28T20:29:05.746+00:00I do miss the quiet dignity of a propper old tweed...I do miss the quiet dignity of a propper old tweed clad tramp, something the beggars I see these days just don't seem to have.<br />Once after a few beers in my home market town I gave a tramp a full bag of chips, he tipped his cap and said "thanks lad" before handing me a mallard from inside his coat with the word "fresh" as the only accompaniment, I suspect it came from the local municipal duck pond!<br />Once asked him why he lived on the road, he replied "peace" before walking away.<br />Last saw him in the mid 1990s and suspect some do gooder went on to imprison him in a hostel or council flat....Moelnoreply@blogger.com