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Post by Gomer on Dec 27, 2020 16:33:08 GMT -5
Mine fine name was given to me at the 1996 Northeastern Primitive Vous, in Vermont. It was visitors day, and everyone was saying that they hated visitors day, because people just walked by and said nothing. I asked them if rolls were reversed would they just walked by, bunch of dirty, strange folks, with Guns , knives, axes, ect. Good point someone said. I'll show you how to engage them, I said.
I grabbed my fire kit, and walked up to a group of visitors, and said................... HI my name is GOMER can I start a fire for you? They looked at me, and said HUH? Soooooo I slapped myself on the side of my head, and repeated what I said. They said HUH? So I did it again! This time one of then said, if you stop hitting yourself in the head yes you can. I thanked him, and showed them my routine, for starting a fire. They loved it, thanked me, and left. I went back to my camp and low and behold.......Cap't Browne was there, and Looked me straight in the eye, and said.............That was Great GOMER.
That is how I got my NAME!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by doc on Dec 31, 2020 12:48:36 GMT -5
You are our lovable Gomer. I had to laugh a few years back when Face Book updated their internal dictionary/auto-correct to be more "sensitive" and politically correct, two of the words removed were Nitwit and Gomer.
When I was a student in the late 70's a Gomer was one of those patients dreaded by Interns and students. Usually brought from the nursing home or found under a bridge of indeterminate age, incoherent and usually having no fixable medical condition. Incontinent, fed through a tube and could scream or howl and your professors expected you to work them up and do procedures and the like on them. There were names for the various conditions "o sign" one that laid there with the mouth open, "Q sign" same the but tongue hanging out, "dotted Q sign" same but with a fly on the tongue. It got pretty cruel but a lot of worn out kids dealing with hopeless cases that you weren't allowed to let peaceably go. The term was thought to have originated with "Get Out of My ER"
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Post by nitwit on Jan 3, 2021 18:54:54 GMT -5
Gomer and I camped together at a North Eastern in Vermont years ago. I was boiling water in a cast iron pot and the bail swung down and was very hot when I grabbed it. 10 minutes later I grabbed it again and burned my hand again. I did not do either of these episodes quietly. Gomer looked at me and said "you Nit Wit"! And there you have it! Nit Wit
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Post by leadball on Jan 3, 2021 20:03:26 GMT -5
I may have to reevaluate spending time around you two fellows. I have a hard enough time just hitting my target already and now you say I need to make sure your not in trouble!! I guess I managed so far I’ll chance it in this new year !! Elton
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Post by doc on Jan 4, 2021 10:49:50 GMT -5
Mine was easy, being able to legally sign MD after my name for 40 years and a microbiologist for 44. Can't imagine why folks started calling me Doc. lol, that and in my old CW unit, before the internet, in addition to the biological sciences, I was also the only one that had taken upper division classes in chemistry, physics and the like. Also had a life long love of history and could answer questions like when was the Peace of Westphalia(1648) or when did the Egyptians defeat the Sea Peoples(1178 BC)? And know the implications of them. When I was a new intern with no money, didn't even have a TV or Radio, just few pieces of beat-up furniture, several boxes of medical books, I spent $1000 I couldn't afford to buy a full new set of the Encyclopedia Britannica and used to read them almost every night I wasn't at the hospital. Baloney sandwiches and water for several years. But I could answer lots of odd questions on a bunch of topics.
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Post by rijerolmon on Jan 6, 2021 8:00:14 GMT -5
My camp name came about in two stages, first being born in an era when Coke was still cola and a joint was a bad place to be most all Richards had the same "nickname". Then came both, word meaning changes and my association with Gomer. Gomer being occasionally a bit LOUD and me being a lot hard of hearing the nickname became DICK. He claims that it is only to get my attention and for the life of me I can think of no other reason.
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Post by pease on Jan 23, 2021 17:55:04 GMT -5
I was dumb enough to walk into camp and tell everybody my name was Pease. Most folks were confused and thought it was Peas! That week I must have been called Peas Pudding and Peas Pie a dozen times. Firecracker and M&M called out Peas and Carrots all weekend!
So it stuck!
Now for the rest of the story....
Isaac Pease and I share a common story. He is buried on my land. He grew up on Cape Cod 200 years and some back. I grew up on the Cape. He fished out of Nantucket. Ditto. He moved to Mass Bay Colony District of Mayne and settled in Tyngtown ( Now Wilton ). Ditto. He settled and married a Mayne Girl! Ditto. Mine grew up on the next farm over from where I live.
When I bought my land, that day I found his overturned and buried grave marker and righted it.
Pease... Isaac Pease
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Post by Bigfoot on May 18, 2021 10:01:01 GMT -5
Fourteen and a half shoe size. "Nuff said.
ADK Bigfoot
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Post by JB on Sept 26, 2021 20:31:39 GMT -5
I'm new to the AO, and I haven't done much vous, so I haven't had the pleasure of being given a camp name... but I suspect that will change. 😁
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Post by terry on Dec 18, 2022 21:36:48 GMT -5
Twenty some years ago Terry Barlow referred a guy to me .I restored a gun for him.fixed the stock,refinished it reconverted the lock to flint,removed the nipple,welded the hole,and called the guy,who lived way up north,he came down,loved it,paid me and left.three days later Barlow called me and said,that guy loved the gun but couldn't get it to go off.and instantly I knew,I forgot to drill a touch hole! Well Barlow jumped all over that,and gave me my camp name,No Touch Hole ! It seems to have stuck .Len Duprie made a nice medallion for my 50th B-day two sided a big ass on both sides,one with and one without a touch hole ,what was he saying? I miss him.and a bunch of others.
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Post by doc on Dec 19, 2022 19:45:50 GMT -5
your 50th was a stellar event,everyone was thrilled to come up with gag gifts for you. Attachments:
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Post by M 'n M on Dec 21, 2022 12:38:52 GMT -5
Oh my God my eyes! My eyes!!! That was a truly horrific outfit that Jerry thought up but we all had a great time! Hard to believe that was almost 20 years ago!!! ~M 'n M
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Post by doc on Dec 22, 2022 22:14:43 GMT -5
And that he was crushed that he didn't actually win the scavenger hunt, it was all a set-up.
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Post by Tumbledown on Sept 15, 2023 18:19:50 GMT -5
Well, I earned me a name...
August 2023 Geezer Shoot. One target is a "running deer." This one was an outline of a deer painted on plywood, hung on a sloping rope line. Someone releases a line and the "deer" runs downhill as the shooter tries to hit it. Each shooter pulls it back uphill and releases it for the next guy.
I take my shot, then go over to run it. I pick up the rope, and start pulling. Remember I said it "runs" downhill? Pulling that sheet of plywood uphill takes a bit of effort, so I lean into the pull. Well, that old, wet, half-rotted rope was having none of that! It broke, sending me stumbling backwards.
Did I mention we were on a hill? As I stumble, I try to turn around, but the slope has me stumbling more and I can't regain my footing. I land on my left backside. All I could do was lay there and laugh...
As a couple of guys help me up, Nit Wit says, "We shall call you Tumbledown!" An apt name, for there are times I feel old and decrepit.
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