Foraging Parties vs. Companies

[Eric Tipton]

Hello Future Bummers:

As we have been discussing the event with people, there still seems to be some confusion regarding the differences between "Foraging Parties" and "Companies", so we wanted to get out this message tonight to clarify some of these differences.

First, we will not have a typical company (or battalion) structure. We will not count off by twos. We will not have file closers. We will not have a full compliment of NCO's for each Foraging Party. We will initially move out in three groups, which we have designated as divisions. After we get started, these groups will be sent out just as the original foraging parties were.

Each foraging party will consist of the following:

1 Officer - Other than Tripp Corbin - the ranking officer for the event, the officer of each foraging party will be a lieutenant.
1 Sergeant
2 Corporals
The rest are privates

Second, we will follow the normal military chain-of-command, but because of the nature of the scenario, there will be times when NCO's and even privates had to make decisions for the group depending on their location. Almost everything that we do in Civil War Reenacting is from the top-down. This event will very much be from the bottom-up, because, again, we will not be traveling in large groups. However, it would be wise for each of you to stick close together at the event. The following passage from Joseph Glatthaar's book "The March to the Sea and Beyond" illustrates why:

"Of course, foraging duty was not always easy. Sherman's foragers spent practically every daylight hour in an extremely hazardous situation, traveling through a hostile land in relatively small numbers well beyond supporting distance from the main column. Confederate troops and guerillas dominated the surrounding countryside, and for that reason foragers left camp in groups of at least thirty or more. As they foraged, however, these groups divided into very small parties and spread throughout the area. Those men who gathered enough forage returned to camp while others continued to collect foodstuffs. It was in this exposed condition that Confederates and guerillas attacked foragers."

Third, your sole objective is to collect food to take back to your regiment. We do not want drawn out engagements. That isn't the goal for the event. The goal is to collect as much food as possible and get it back to the main column. Think of this as a food scavenger hunt. If you forage well, you will eat well or share with less-adept foragers. Remember, again. You are not companies. You are foraging parties.

So, if you have any questions regarding the Federal structure for the event, please ask them here in this thread. We will attempt to answer the questions as best we can without giving too much away. We also request that the leaders of each foraging party send this message to the men in your party. Ken Cornett is working on e-mail lists for each foraging party. If you are leading a party and do not currently have an e-mail list of your men, please contact Ken at bummers2009@yahoo.com.

Thanks everyone. We will be posting more specific information very soon. Please ask questions and please take a look and add to the first person library thread started in this folder.

[PetePaolillo]

Eric,a note on foraging....From Henry Hitchcocks diary pg116 "Marching with Sherman"...
..."All through this pine country there are better farms than we expected, and large stores of corn, fodder and potatoes (sweet), but Lieut. Snelling tells me that this is true only along the main roads and that off these, there are either no farms or mere patches of land cultivated by the poorer whites...."

Be very aware going off the main roads. " Just say no to Straggling":D

[huntdaw]

Oh, you can straggle - it will be ok. Nothing bad's going to happen to you. Trust me.:baring_te

[Ken Cornett]

Mike, you cornfeds better not let us organizers down! I expect many of us Yanks to be captured (and treated farily of course). But, it goes both ways...we might just capture us some rebs too.

[PetePaolillo]

Found this book Confederate Rage, Yankee wrath on Google books.
http://books.google.com/books?id=YIPeaJyCS_EC&printsec=frontcover&source=gbs_v2_summary_r&cad=0#v=onepage&q=&f=false

Check out pages 220-228.There are some great quotes in this section. Sergeant William B. Miller of the 75th Indiana wrote ih his diary. " Some bushwhackers attacked our foragers ...They hung some they captured which shows that it will not be good to fall into their hands." When an infantry Major could not stop rowdy soldiers from burning a village near Atlanta He declared, "If we are to continue our devastation as we began today I don't want to be captured on this trip, for I expect every man of us the Rebels capture will get a 'stout rope and a short shrift." Just ten days into the March a staff officer decided "We must not be taken prisoners." Near the end in North Carolina and Iowa sergeant wrote, "The Enemy killed all of our men that they caught foraging. "You had better believe that this childe kept close to the road."

[Coatsy]

Pete,

That is a great and quick synopsis of how dangerous the foraging parties could be. By the time the Blue Horde got into the Carolinas it was nasty if caught.

An exert from Trudeau's "Southern Storm" describes 7 Federals from the XX Corps going out for food and not returning on the 2nd or 3rd day out from Atlanta. Whew! That's rough!

Everyone, keep in mind we are looking at actions that occured from Atlanta to Milledgeville aka roughly the first 10 days out of the Savannah Campaign....

[sam H]

Here is a pretty interesting correspondence I found between Sherman and Wade Hampton regarding the treatment of prisoners in the Carolinas....


HDQRS. MILITARY DIVISION OF THE MISSISSIPPI,

In the Field, February 24, 1865.

Lieut. Gen. WADE HAMPTON,

Commanding Cavalry Forces, C. S. Army:


GENERAL: It is officially reported to me that our foraging parties are murdered after capture and labeled "Death to all foragers." One instance of a lieutenant and seven men near Chesterville; and another of twenty "near a ravine eighty rods from the main road" about three miles from Feasterville. I have ordered a similar number of prisoners in our hands to be disposed of in like manner. I hold about 1,000 prisoners captured in various ways, and can stand it as long as you; but I hardly think these murders are committed with your knowledge, and would suggest that you give notice to the people at large that every life taken by them simply results in the death of one of your Confederates. Of course you cannot question my right to "forage on the country." It is a war right as old as history. The manner of exercising it varies with circumstances, and if the civil authorities will supply my requisitions I will forbid all foraging. But I find no civil authorities who can respond to calls for forage or provisions, therefore must collect directly of the people. I have no doubt this is the occasion of much misbehavior on the part of our men, but I cannot permit an enemy to judge or punish with wholesale murder. Personally I regret the bitter feelings engendered by this war, but they were to be expected, and I simply allege that those who struck the first blow and made war inevitable ought not, in fairness, to reproach us for the natural consequences. I merely assert our war right to forage and my resolve to protect my foragers to the extent of life for life.

I am, with respect, your obedient servant,

W. T. SHERMAN,

Major-General, U.S. Army.


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To which Hampton replied:


HEADQUARTERS,

In the Field, February 27, 1865.

Maj. Gen. W. T. SHERMAN, U.S. Army:


GENERAL: Your communication of the 24th instant reached me to-day. In it you state that it has been officially reported that your foraging parties are "murdered" after capture. You go on to say that you have "ordered a similar number of prisoners in our hands to be disposed of in like manner; that is to say, you have ordered a number of Confederate soldiers to be "murdered." You characterize your order in proper terms, for the public voice, even in your own country, where it seldom dares to express itself in vindication of truth, honor, or justice, will surely agree with you in pronouncing you guilty of murder if your order is carried out. Before dismissing this portion of your letter, I beg to assure you that for every soldier of mine "murdered" by you, I shall have executed at once two of yours, giving in all cases preference to any officers who may be in my hands.

In reference to the statement you make regarding the death of your foragers, I have only to say that I know nothing of it; that no orders given by me authorize the killing of prisoners after capture, and that do not believe my men killed any of yours, except under circumstances in which it was perfectly legitimate and proper that they should kill them. It is a part of the system of the thieves whom you designate as your foragers to fire the dwellings of those citizens whom they have robbed. To check this inhuman system, which is justly execrated by every civilized nation, I have directed my men to shoot down all of your men who are caught burning houses. This order shall remain in force so long as you disgrace the profession of arms by allowing your men to destroy private dwellings.

You say that I cannot, of course, question your right to forage on the country--"It is a right as old as history." I do not sir, question this right. But there is a right older, even, than this, and one more inalienable--the right that every man has to defend his home and to protect those who are dependent on him; and from my heart I wish that every old man and boy in my country who can fire a gun would shoot down, as he would a wild beast, the men who are desolating their land, burning their homes, and insulting their women.

You are particular in defining and claiming "war rights." May I ask if you enumerate among these the right to fire upon a defenseless city without notice; to burn that city to the ground after it had been surrendered by the inhabitants who claimed, though in vain, that protection which is always accorded in civilized warfare to non-combatants; to fire the dwelling houses of citizens after robbing them; and to perpetrate even darker crimes than these crimes too black to be mentioned?

You have permitted, if you have not ordered, the commission of these offenses against humanity and the rules of war; you fired into the city of Columbia without a word of warning; after its surrender by the mayor, who demanded protection to private property, you laid the whole city in ashes, leaving amidst its ruins thousands of old men and helpless women and children, who are likely to perish of starvation and exposure. Your line of march can be traced by the lurid light of burning houses, and in more than one household there is now an agony far more bitter than that of death. The Indian scalped his victim regardless of age or sex, but with all his barbarity he always respected the persons of his female captives. Your soldiers, more savage than the lndian, insult those whose natural protectors are absent.

In conclusion, I have only to request that whenever you have any of my men "murdered" or "disposed of," for the terms appear to be synonymous with you, you will let me hear of it, that I may know what action to take in the matter. In the meantime I shall hold fifty-six of your men as hostages for those whom you have ordered to be executed.

I am, yours, &c.,

WADE HAMPTON,

Lieutenant-General.

[PetePaolillo]

This is from an account of GB McDonald a drummer from the 30th Illinois Infantry.....below is an excerpt on Foraging parties.

"Regular details of two from each company were made for the purpose of getting grub from the country for the army. Johny Leiner of Co. "E" and Henry Wilson and John Jenson, of Co. "C" were sent out with the foragers and when they start out each man secures a mount of some kind and a team and wagon to haul the grub in.
They got a team and a big old family carriage and had it loaded with flour, meal, hams, bacon, butter, chickens, honey, and how the sweet potatoes even started from the ground, while we were marching through Georgia. They came to a little river that had a bridge partly torn up. Wishing to visit a little town on the other side, called Bakers Post office, they fixed the bridge and went over to get what they could, leaving their load on the other side. Of course, they always put out a guard to watch for the enemy.
While they were nosing around the rebs made a dash on them. Every man to his horse and made a run for the other side of the river. John Jenson was riding a blind horse and it fell down, and in a few seconds a gun shot was heard and Jenson was killed, as he was never seen afterward. Another man's horse was shot, but the rider escaped on foot. In their haste to get away from the pursuing enemy they left their carriage load of good things to eat for the Johnnies.
But the foragers were not to be defeated in their purpose of securing something for the hungry sore footed boys to eat when they returned to the regiment. They captured a cart and a yoke of oxen and loaded it with good things to eat and joined the regiment at Savannah.
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[DougCooper]

each man secures a mount of some kind and a team and wagon to haul the grub in.


Eric - will we have horses or mules and perhaps a wagon or two?

[BenjaminLDavis]

I have been reading Wheeler's book ~ he talks about valuables and/or food buried in
caskets that the bummers eagerly dug up. Course, now and again there was a
corpse in the casket.
I know you fellers are good, but how might you carry this one off?

[Matt Woodburn]

Why Jim, that's an easy one. Somebody stops at a medical center for a cadaver or wanders inner city alleys until a dead bum is located. Another guy volunteers some worn out or mainstream clothing to dress our new friend, let's call him Issac, in grave clothes. A country ham, some produce and a few silver trinkets from the flea market placed around the body in plain pine box completes the picture.

[trippcor]

Matt,
You scary me sometimes and this is one of those times.

[Pvt_Sullivan]

WOW! And I've been told I'm crazy for just wanting to use my ramrod for its intended purpose.

The 59th Indiana Foraging Party is going to looking for food, taking the food and leaving. I seriously doubt there is going to be time wasted digging up some poor departed soul for their valuables. My six-shooter will be used as needed to keep the Secesh and the Bummers in line.

[Coatsy]

"Eric - will we have horses or mules and perhaps a wagon or two?"

What happens at Bummers stays at Bummers.


Everyone will probably see a lot this answer from now on until the event.

[PetePaolillo]

http://etc.usf.edu/clipart/11700/11789/bummers_11789_lg.gif
"Sherman's 'Bummers' foraging in South Carolina. Our artist sent us with this sketch of 'Bummers Foraging' a graphic account of their modus operandi. He wrote: 'These active and unscrupulous fellows generally started out every morning mounted on very mean horseflesh, and, as a general rule, they always came back very well mounted, with the animals they rode in the morning laden, even to breaking down, with all the good things of this world. In one place in South Carolina they came to a large plantation owned by a leading Confederate named Fitzgerald. Here the Federal soldiers found, buried in various out-of-the-way places, an immense quantity of gold and silver plate, of the aggregate value of over $70,000; here they also found a large quantity of the finest Madeira wine, which had been stowed away in the old gentleman's wine cellar for nearly thirty years. Indeed, as a general thing, it may be said that the brave fellows had plenty of good wine to drink on their memorable march through Georgia and South Carolina.'"— Frank Leslie, 1896

Source: Frank Leslie, Famous Leaders and Battle Scenes of the Civil War (New York: Mrs. Frank Leslie, 1896)432


The question is will there be good wine? I don't need a horse or mule:D

[unclefrank]

We all will treat you'ens plenty fair, both before and after we hang ya! :baring_te

[Ken Cornett]

Jim, I'll just say that scenario has been discussed on the Mess No. 1 side...but volunteers are hard to come by. :eek:

[Johnny Lloyd]

Eric-

To what address can we send boxes of "breakable/searchable" period items that can be used in scenarios? I have a few things of period stuff I don't mind destroying. I heard that there would be a collection point for these items.

Thanks- Johnny Lloyd

[BenjaminLDavis]

Why Jim, that's an easy one. Somebody stops at a medical center for a cadaver or wanders inner city alleys until a dead bum is located. Another guy volunteers some worn out or mainstream clothing to dress our new friend, let's call him Issac, in grave clothes. A country ham, some produce and a few silver trinkets from the flea market placed around the body in plain pine box completes the picture.

Matt ~ a grisly picture indeed, but these hardened men would not be deterred.
I must, however, clarify my original remarks. It was more of an either/or, in that
you found valuables and/or food in the casket, or you found rotting remains, but
not both.
Boys of Mess #1 it is to your credit that you discussed this. If anybody could bring
it off, it would probably be Mr. Woodburn ( I still remember the rats of Vicksburg!! I
never did hear, how did they taste? )
I look forward to this event a little more every day. Poague will do the stealing, and
young Eric will clean the unfortunate creatures that cross our paths, and I will keep
them amused! And do my share of the foraging, digging and cooking!
Forage liberally!! And keep one eye to the dark shadows of the woodline.

[Tom Craig]

Jim, I'll just say that scenario has been discussed on the Mess No. 1 side...but volunteers are hard to come by. :eek:

At one of the Winter '64 events (I forget which year) we actually had a guy who "died" and we put him in a coffin and carried him off, out of the event. The guy was a young guy, and had volunteered to end his event...it was creepy and cool.

The next time around I was the NCO in charge of "digging up" the remains of a dearly departed private who's wife had come to claim the body. I had my squad out digging, and figured it was just a kind of for show type of thing, until one of the guys shovels hit something hard and hollow! It was then that I realized that the event hosts had actually buried a casket in that semi-frozen ground. The guys were all a little creeped out, but also displayed some of that maudlin humor you read about in period accounts. We dug the casket up, and again were surprised when we lifted it, and found it was heavy enough actually have a body in it! The cool final touch was when a wagon came in to camp, and we loaded the cakset on board, and off went our dead pard in the wagon! Cool stuff!

Take care,
Tom Craig

[Ken Cornett]

I know Hank Trent did it at the last I-600. Pretty cool.

[Ken Cornett]

I want to make it clear that foraging parties will not be combined before the events starts. We have "full" parties, and we have "half-filled" parties. The goal on the Yankee side was to have representation of all of the parties we started with and we want to stay that way. In other words, (example) if the 4th Minnesota only brings 6 men, then they will operate with 6 men and if they don't have an officer or NCO, then they will run with a private in charge.

This is not to say that the division commander won't send them out with another party that is also short. He can send them out with a full party as well. And, the exampled party can do as they wish within reason. The military structure is very loose. This will all be addressed in a meeting on Friday night.

I just wanted to be clear about "no combining of parties" before hand. What you do after the bell rings is up to you. I won't care one bit.

[Pvt_Sullivan]

With all the talk of pie and prisoners... This thread might need some rereading.

I wonder how many people remember the Federals are Foraging Parties, the Georgians are retreating Militia and the Civilians are going to be victims of war waged on the populace?

I believe fresh baked pie doesn't ride well in a haversack.

[PetePaolillo]

With all the talk of pie and prisoners... This thread might need some rereading.

I wonder how many people remember the Federals are Foraging Parties, the Georgians are retreating Militia and the Civilians are going to be victims of war waged on the populace?

I believe fresh baked pie doesn't ride well in a haversack.

A voice of reason!! Pete you can always tell who reads and who does not!!

[PetePaolillo]

A little review for those that might need it.....

http://books.google.com/books?id=A6EOAAAAYAAJ&printsec=frontcover&source=gbs_v2_summary_r&cad=0#v=onepage&q=&f=false



The army which turned its back upon this ruined town and plunged boldly into the enemy's country was a remarkable one. Herculean efforts had been made to purge it of all non-combatants. Invalids, sutlers, servants, war correspondents, and all the host of camp followers that hang upon the skirts of a great army had been relentlessly ordered to the rear. In all there were in line 62,204 men, all able-bodied veterans, ready to do and dare all that their leader might direct. In their cartridge-boxes were forty rounds apiece; in the ammunition wagons was enough powder and ball to make up 200 rounds for each soldier. Stripped to its lightest, as it was, the wagon train of this army was formidable. Twenty-five hundred wagons dragged by teams of six mules each, six hundred ambulances with two horses apiece, and sixty-five cannon, to each of which were harnessed eight animals, made up a column that, if extended along a single road, would have been over twenty miles long. As the army advanced by four nearly parallel roads, however, this train was broken up, and in each column a procession of wagons about five miles long held the center of the road, while the troops trudged along on either side. Herds of cattle were driven along to furnish food for the army. The wagons held some quantity of food,— 1,200,000 rations, or enough for twenty days, Sherman says,—but the chief reliance for food and forage for the horses and mules was to be placed upon the country, on which the leaders of the different columns were instructed to forage liberally.
Though not a holiday jaunt exactly, the march through Georgia was still so easy a task that, when the heads of the columns entered Savannah, the men were actually more robust and in better spirits than when they left Atlanta. The armed resistance that was offered to the progress of the columns was so slight as to afford only amusement to these grizzled veterans. Sherman had had a clear idea of what he had to expect, when, before starting from Atlanta, he had told an officer whom he was sending back to join Thomas at Nashville, " If there is going to be any fighting at all you will have it to do." Indeed the fierce words of the proclamations of Confederate governors, senators, and members of Congress were the principal weapons which the startled and demoralized people of Georgia employed against the invaders.

It was a cheerful and confident army that undertook the great march to the sea. General Sherman describes for us the scene upon the first day.
About 7 A. M. of November 16 we rode out of Atlanta by the Decatur road, filled by the marching troops and wagons of the Fourteenth Corps, and reaching the hill just outside of the old Rebel works, we naturally paused to look back upon the scene of our past battles. We stood upon the very ground whereon was fought the bloody battle of July 22, and could see the copse of wood where McPherson fell. Behind us lay Atlanta, smoldering and in ruins, the black smoke rising high in air and hanging like a pall over the ruined city. Away off in the distance, on the McDonough road, was the rear of Howard's column, the gun-barrels glistening in the sun, the white-topped wagons stretching away to the south ; and right before us the Fourteenth Corps marching steadily and rapidly, with a cheery look and steady pace that made light of the thousand miles that lay between us and Richmond. Some band, by accident, struck up the anthem of " John Brown's soul goes marching on;" the men caught up the strain, and never before or since have I heard the chorus of " Glory, glory, hallelujah! " given with more spirit or in better harmony of time and place.

Then we turned our horses' heads to the east; Atlanta was soon lost behind the screen of trees and became a thing of the past The day was extremely beautiful, clear sunlight with bracing air, and an unusual feeling of exhilaration seemed to pervade all minds— a feeling of something to come, vague and undefined, still full of venture and intense interest. Even the common soldiers caught the inspiration, and many a group called out to me as I worked my way past them, " Uncle Billy, I guess Grant is waiting for us at Richmond ! "

Two tasks occupied the attention of the soldiers while on the march— foraging and tearing up railroads. The work of scouring the country for provisions was soon reduced to a science. The twenty days' rations that were in the wagons when the army left Atlanta were held as a reserve store, only to be touched in case of dire need. Scarcely was the second day's march begun before the foragers had begun their work. About onetwentieth of each regiment was detailed upon this duty. The men scattered over the country in every direction, taking care to keep near enough together to be able to protect themselves against a sudden dash of the enemy's cavalry which hovered about the flank of the marching army. They started out at daybreak on foot, and returned at nightfall mounted on horses and mules, or driving wagons, carts, family carriages, or buggies heavy-laden with all kinds of provisions. It was a sorry moment for a Georgia plantation when a party of Sherman's "bummers," as the foragers came to be called, descended upon it. It is greatly to the honor of the army that cases of any personal violence to the people of the plantations were very rare, but the rights of property were not so strictly respected. Everything was seized by the insatiate marauders. The barns and the coach-houses were first raided and every beast of burden and every vehicle seized—the barnyards received early attention, and the " bummers " soon became expert in running down and capturing chickens, ducks, and pigs. When everything eatable, and frequently a good many things that were not eatable, but which caught the fancy of some unscrupulous soldier, had been secured, the foragers would make their way back to the route of the main army and await the arrival of the wagons, into which their booty was poured.
" Often would I pass these foraging parties at the roadside waiting for their wagons to come up," writes General Sherman, "and was amused at their strange collections—mules, horses, even cattle packed with old saddles and loaded with hams, bacon, bags of corn meal, and poultry of every character and description."

Sometimes the foragers would appear clad in the gorgeous uniform of the Georgia militia, taken from trunks in some plundered plantation. Occasionally an old revolutionary Continental uniform, after over half a century of fairly religious care and preservation, would be thus rudely dragged forth to bedeck the person of a " bummer." On one occasion several parties of foragers joined together and captured a town. The usual pillaging followed, and when the van of the main column came up the soldiers were astonished to be greeted by a procession of their comrades clad in Continental blue and buff. In the midst of the cavalcade there progressed at a dignified pace a much-battered family carriage, laden with hams, sweet-potatoes and other provisions, and drawn by two horses, a mule and a cow, the two latter ridden by postilions.

Sometimes the foragers had to fight for their plunder, for the Confederate cavalry hung close on the flanks of the Union column, ready to snatch up any unwary stragglers who might stray too far away. But in the pursuit of their adventurous calling the "bummers" soon learned to rally at the first note of danger, and to fight stubbornly while falling back slowly to the main line. In this way they not only protected themselves, but interposed an impenetrable shield between the flank of the marching column and the enemy's forces. And though the duty of the foragers was more perilous than that of those who stayed with the main column, it had its compensations. More than one garden yielded up its buried treasures to their persuasive bayonets. Guided by the sly hints of slaves they extracted jewelry and money from their hiding-places beneath cellar floors and behind oak wainscots. They lived on the fat of the land. Before the fruits of their foraging were turned over to their respective commands the cravings of their own appetites were fully assuaged. General Sherman tells of meeting one soldier who bore a ham impaled upon his bayonet, a jug of sorghum molasses under his arm, and a big piece of honey in his hand, which he was voraciously devouring. "Forage liberally on the country," remarked the soldier, quoting meaningly from the general orders as he caught a reproving glance from Sherman. But the general stopped him to explain that foraging was not for the sole gratification of the foragers, but that the provisions thus obtained must be turned over to the regular commissaries. Instances of wanton or irregular plundering of plantations, however, were comparatively rare, and the Georgia newspapers, published at the time of the invasion, afford ample evidence that the planters suffered quite as much from the rapacity of Wheeler's Confederate cavalrymen as they did from Sherman and his foragers.
Before the invading column had penetrated very far into Georgia the immense concourse of negroes that gathered in its rear and followed it upon the march had become a source of serious annoyance. Despite the efforts of planters the news of emancipation had spread among the slaves. To them the men in blue were saviors and protectors, all-wise and allpowerful, come to lead them from slavery into a better land and a better

[PogueMahone]

I believe fresh baked pie doesn't ride well in a haversack.


Then we shall have to eat it here and now!

[Coatsy]

Good post Pete and Pete. Smotherman has his priorities correct! Pie now, troop the colors later!

Foraging Parties you are looking after yourselves and your pards 'back in camp.' don't get too distracted by those militiamen. They tended to run a lot. Sometimes they caught trains to get away. Battalion what? No way pard! You are on the hunt for taters, corn, and HAMS! Mmm Hams! Better fill you haversacks up... Better get ready to carry stuff. I don't want to take it home!

Folks bottom line is don't sweat the little stuff. That's my job (plus Eric, Ken, Jordan, Kiev, and the support crew)

Georgia will howl again, so will Skunk Ape.

[Auld Pelty]

I am going to dig a deep pit and bait it with a moon pie. All the yankees that fall in the pit will eat nothing until somebody (who cares), someday hears y'alls' Georgia Howl.