What’s the most Field Ethos thing you’ve done this year?

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I went on an expedition deep into the Amazon rain forest. I spent some time with some indigenous tribes some of which are just now being "civilized" Hand lining piraña, got a warrior tattoo from the chief after trading stories with his warriors and passing the bullet ant ceremony. Hunted with the tribe, and given a jaguar tooth necklace. Saw a lunar eclipse while floating on the river, provided some much needed medical care and even got to baptize a villager in the Amazon river.
 

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We’re 3 quarters through another wild year, and odds are you’ve got at least one story that fits right into the Field Ethos playbook. Let’s hear it. What’s the most Field Ethos thing you’ve done this year? Bonus points for photos, scars, or arrest records.
Something tells me I’ve probably upset several office people after they asked about the FE stickers on my water bottle and I’ve told them to check FE out.

2026 resolution: get a lot more stickers and more water bottles
 
Hunting the north Luangwa and punching the ticket on a couple more of the Dangerous 7. And yes, hunting cats out of a blind over bait "sucks, until it doesn't".
 

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A guy down the block kept complaining about my trash cans being disorganized, suggesting I left them too far in to the back alley, his claim they impeded his ability to drive through said alley was both false and a predictive index of his pussy bitch status. I politely informed him, if they are in the way, just brush them out of the way with your bumper, knock them over, whatever, you have 20+ feet to get by in your piece of shit Nissan car.

Well, he didn’t accept that, the harassment continued. There was really only one recourse:

I started being diligent and once the trash men came by, I would immediately organize my cans, close to our wall, you could say I looked like a model fucking citizen. I even went as far as to say, I apologize, and thank you for being a good reminder of what was right.

And you are all thinking wait, did the pussy bitch ass guy win? Nope. Obfuscation, trickery, camouflage, these are all essential tools of the trade when you run an op.

I put together a small explosive instrument, and placed it in one of his cans and it made a pretty loud bang, put a big split in that roto-formed thing. When it went off, I ran out and down the alley, joined by so many other concerned neighbors, and said “what did you do? What did you put in your trash cans that was volatile? Shit man, you put our whole neighborhood at risk.” Shame is a powerful weapon.

Amazing what looks like a dog poop bag can conceal, tossed quietly when transiting by a can, it was in fact a larger bag to allow for “expansion”.

Also amazing what a little calcium carbide turns into when you put it in same bag, with in tandem sealed water in a zip lock, and you squash it right before the toss and let the mix begin, and funny how nobody notices the wick burning at the top of said bag, sealed enough with duct tape. That bag filled with acetylene and burst, the gas found the flame, and the rest was history.

Neighborhood seems pretty peaceful now.
 
I went on an expedition deep into the Amazon rain forest. I spent some time with some indigenous tribes some of which are just now being "civilized" Hand lining piraña, got a warrior tattoo from the chief after trading stories with his warriors and passing the bullet ant ceremony. Hunted with the tribe, and given a jaguar tooth necklace. Saw a lunar eclipse while floating on the river, provided some much needed medical care and even got to baptize a villager in the Amazon river.
You win.
 
Made a pivot; found my first Magnum about 25 years ago, a Browning Eclipse M-1000 with BOSS, in 300WM. Dad shamed me, too big for whitetails, not a Rem. 700, blah blah, too loud. Dad's dead. Pivot to long guns I want for safaris, and beyond; Lipsey's Rugers in 35W and .375 Ruger. The K98 Sporter 8 x 57 arrived the other day and it's gorgeous. We are Relics of a Spirit and Glory and Power and Joy of God, fucking embrace it and laugh at the haters. Drive on, keep moving, keep doing.
 
I’d be lying @Milo'sSyndicate if I didn’t say FUCK YES, that’s the spirit, and I’m highly confident your old man is looking down from a wonderful place, smiling at your adventures, exploits, et all.

Made a pivot; found my first Magnum about 25 years ago, a Browning Eclipse M-1000 with BOSS, in 300WM. Dad shamed me, too big for whitetails, not a Rem. 700, blah blah, too loud. Dad's dead. Pivot to long guns I want for safaris, and beyond; Lipsey's Rugers in 35W and .375 Ruger. The K98 Sporter 8 x 57 arrived the other day and it's gorgeous. We are Relics of a Spirit and Glory and Power and Joy of God, fucking embrace it and laugh at the haters. Drive on, keep moving, keep doing.
 
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