Major Sights
CGN Ultra frequent flyer
- Location
- Westlock, AB
There I was, just minding my own business on my drive home from work, when out of nowhere crowds start running down the street towards my car. They are frantically screaming and clawing their way through the now stopped traffic. Some things I am able to hear amongst the screams are “HELP! ITS GOING TO KILL THEM ALL!”, “MY BABY, MY BABY, IT'S GOING TO EAT MY BABY!”.
Just then I caught a glimpse of it, a red bellied beast with a silver snout and a black back. Suddenly it bolted across the street and out of view through a store front window. I being a law abiding Canadian citizen was unarmed, and unable to protect myself, yet I came up with an idea. Rummaging through my glove-box I had found my only conceivable defense, my ownership for the car. Out of its protector and and unfolded it became a weapon unto its own.
Venturing forth on the now vacated streets holding my ownership, towards the last spot the beast had been seen. Foolishly, forgetting the skills I have learned on Call of Duty I did not slice the pie while entering the stores broken window. Like a strike of lightning, I was down but not broken. Jumping to my feet, and thrusting my paperwork in any and every direction I could think of, I saw the beast again. It appeared to belong to someone at somepoint as I clearly saw a serial number tattoo on its back with some strange symbol. 1955 r and a star with an arrow inside.
Suddenly, it leaped towards me landing only inches in front of me, perfect, right where I wanted it. Thrusting the paperwork in its face and loudly declaring, “YOU ARE REGISTERED! YOU ARE UNABLE TO COMMIT VICIOUS ACTS!”. This confused it greatly (as it did millions of people in Canada, until recently). I was successful in fooling it into believing that the vehicle registration was its own registration, it sat there for a seconds almost contemplating the implications of simple paperwork's ability to stop violence cold in its tracks. Without hesitation, I pounced on it and confined it with a simple piece of long canvas.
I threw it in the back of my car and drove it home. Upon the arrival home I had found the beast sleeping in my trunk, must have been exhausted. I carried it inside and inspected it further for any more identifying marks. Other then some impressions that meant nothing to me, I noticed more serial number like tattoo's however everyone I found was the same. Another thing I noticed is that this poor animal has had some surgery. Looks like the procedure (I had too look this one up online) known as the “franken pin”, but it looks as though it had healed nicely.
After several minutes he (something else I noticed in the inspection) awoke and immediately curled up on my lap, almost begging to be petted. Searching online, I found the owner, and asked if they were missing anything. The owner explained to me that his pet had run off on April 5th, apparently it had become deranged and almost murderous and escaped the enclosure. I asked the owner if he wanted it back (I was starting to become attached to the little guy), and offered to pay him for the creature. I had to inform the owner that I had all my proper permits to allow the possession of such a creature, after that we were good to go. Since then I have called the little guy Yuri, Yuri Orlav.
He now spends his time in the enclosure with my other pets (some of them, discovered to be all from the same chain of breeders known as Communists, are cousins with him!), or out in the fields with me, barking his fool head off. Turns out it just became confused and angry when its papers were taken away as they were declared to be officially useless. Just needed to be taught that its alright to have its place in the registry deleted & bad things don't happen just because its no longer registered.
Some pictures of the “Cousins”
(front row from left to right)
Yuri & Cermak
(back row from left to right)
Dominika & Vasily
By the way, if you haven’t figured it out yet, I got my first SKS, and its my “YAY NO MORE REGISTRATION” gun (Was just board of the, “Hey, look I got my first sks”, and the “Another, first SKS” thread), I hope you enjoyed.
Big thumbs up to BB King who sold me this beautiful SKS. Fits right in with all my other “pets”. Just waiting for an extra 1320 rounds to arrive and its away to the races.
Just then I caught a glimpse of it, a red bellied beast with a silver snout and a black back. Suddenly it bolted across the street and out of view through a store front window. I being a law abiding Canadian citizen was unarmed, and unable to protect myself, yet I came up with an idea. Rummaging through my glove-box I had found my only conceivable defense, my ownership for the car. Out of its protector and and unfolded it became a weapon unto its own.
Venturing forth on the now vacated streets holding my ownership, towards the last spot the beast had been seen. Foolishly, forgetting the skills I have learned on Call of Duty I did not slice the pie while entering the stores broken window. Like a strike of lightning, I was down but not broken. Jumping to my feet, and thrusting my paperwork in any and every direction I could think of, I saw the beast again. It appeared to belong to someone at somepoint as I clearly saw a serial number tattoo on its back with some strange symbol. 1955 r and a star with an arrow inside.
Suddenly, it leaped towards me landing only inches in front of me, perfect, right where I wanted it. Thrusting the paperwork in its face and loudly declaring, “YOU ARE REGISTERED! YOU ARE UNABLE TO COMMIT VICIOUS ACTS!”. This confused it greatly (as it did millions of people in Canada, until recently). I was successful in fooling it into believing that the vehicle registration was its own registration, it sat there for a seconds almost contemplating the implications of simple paperwork's ability to stop violence cold in its tracks. Without hesitation, I pounced on it and confined it with a simple piece of long canvas.
I threw it in the back of my car and drove it home. Upon the arrival home I had found the beast sleeping in my trunk, must have been exhausted. I carried it inside and inspected it further for any more identifying marks. Other then some impressions that meant nothing to me, I noticed more serial number like tattoo's however everyone I found was the same. Another thing I noticed is that this poor animal has had some surgery. Looks like the procedure (I had too look this one up online) known as the “franken pin”, but it looks as though it had healed nicely.
After several minutes he (something else I noticed in the inspection) awoke and immediately curled up on my lap, almost begging to be petted. Searching online, I found the owner, and asked if they were missing anything. The owner explained to me that his pet had run off on April 5th, apparently it had become deranged and almost murderous and escaped the enclosure. I asked the owner if he wanted it back (I was starting to become attached to the little guy), and offered to pay him for the creature. I had to inform the owner that I had all my proper permits to allow the possession of such a creature, after that we were good to go. Since then I have called the little guy Yuri, Yuri Orlav.
He now spends his time in the enclosure with my other pets (some of them, discovered to be all from the same chain of breeders known as Communists, are cousins with him!), or out in the fields with me, barking his fool head off. Turns out it just became confused and angry when its papers were taken away as they were declared to be officially useless. Just needed to be taught that its alright to have its place in the registry deleted & bad things don't happen just because its no longer registered.
Some pictures of the “Cousins”
(front row from left to right)
Yuri & Cermak
(back row from left to right)
Dominika & Vasily
By the way, if you haven’t figured it out yet, I got my first SKS, and its my “YAY NO MORE REGISTRATION” gun (Was just board of the, “Hey, look I got my first sks”, and the “Another, first SKS” thread), I hope you enjoyed.
Big thumbs up to BB King who sold me this beautiful SKS. Fits right in with all my other “pets”. Just waiting for an extra 1320 rounds to arrive and its away to the races.
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good job
