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Chance Encounter

Joined Jul 2001
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El Sobrante, Ca. 94803
On my return from VIR I stopped in the Nevada desert to take on fuel and stretch me legs a bit.

While cleaning the windshield I heard my name being called. Certain both passengers asleep this startled me. I swung around to note a very happy stranger waving. I placed my hand atop my pocket .38 and cautiously approached. To my delight (and relief) it was DaleEO.

Dale, It was my sincere pleasure to meet you and have the opportunity to shake your hand. I hope your venture was everything and more than you had hoped for.

Sincerely,
Dale L.

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Thanks Dale,

The ride report is in the draft stage for the whole trip. And, I can say it was a good trip with a several hundred miles logged onto the 04 odometer.

It was great to meet you too. You have to admit that was darned radom that we should cross paths on such a small time window.
 
Surreal.
I was dead tired, frustrated and likely a bit paranoid.
I was greeted with a huge grin and firm handshake.

The chance encounter recharged my batteries making the last leg of my journey home quite pleasant.

DaleEO,
Thank you for sharing some much needed enthusiasm and kindness. I was truly in need.

Sincerely,
Dale L.
 
When DaleEO and I met for a couple days of riding, he told me of this Chance Encounter. I asked if there were Lineaweaver graphics on DL's rig and he said he just recognized Mr. Lineaweaver from pictures on this website. It's a big world out there and it's truly amazing your paths crossed at a gas station in the Nevada desert.

Surreal is an appropriate term!

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As it turns out, my chance meeting with Dale had another unexpected consequence..........

We ran into each other in the Town of Winnemucca Nevada. Years ago I used to spend my whole summers just north of Winnemucca by a town called Orovada. Orovada is not much more than a gas station, and a bar/restaurant/motel called the Rocky View inn. My Dad and I would spend basically 3 months there living on a farmers alfalfa ranch shooting ground squirrels and jack rabbits. At that time word had gotten around about the man and his son from California doing a great job of "thinning out" the squirrels and rabbits over at the Woodworth place. In short order we were getting invites from all the ranchers in the area to come and help with their vermin problem with the promise of all the ammunition we could shoot (.22cal long rifle).

The main reason I had gone up that direction on my way to McCall Idaho was to pass by the old ranch, a bit of trip down memory lane. With the outside hope of being able to reconnect/connect with some of the farmers in that area for a possible shooting trip in the future.

As it turns out when I got to Orovada, the old post office gas station was closed up and been so since 1993 ( I was last there in 1986) and there was now a new shell gas station/convenience store. The Rocky view was there but did not open for another several hours and I was hoping to make McCall before it got too late. I ended up meeting up with an agriculture inspector who knew nothing of the area as he had just been stationed there in the last couple of years. He did flag down the state trooper who was just leaving on patrol. Turns out the state trooper was not only familiar with the name of the people who owned the property, but, had recently bought 80 acres of the property from one of the sons who now lives there. While we were talking another rancher (2200 acres of alfalfa) drove up who knew both of these gents, and joined our conversation.

The state trooper and the rancher told me about the jack rabbit infestation problem they were having, and I told them my story and the rancher told me that any of the ranchers in the area would be happy to have some people come over shoot on their property. I ended up getting their phone numbers and let them know they would be hearing from me early next year as I would be calling them to arrange a trip up there.

So what's the point of this diatribe?? Had I not run into Dale at the gas station in Winnemucca and chatted for 5 mins, I would have missed these gents in Orovada as I would have passed through too soon and not had the chance meeting with them.

Kind of interesting no?

And I mean really, crossing paths with someone from the Husaberg site while on vacation, let alone Dale Lineaweaver on his way home from Virginia(!), at one of maybe 15 fueling stations in Winnemucca, that's pretty damned random.

Thanks Dale.
 
That's a good story. Did the farmers let you ride your bike back then?

Do you... eat the rabbits?

Got some recipes!
 
I didn't start riding dirt bikes until 1981 when I was eighteen, and my friend Tim went with me that year and we did ride on that property as well as taking some long rides up into the local mountains

No, we did not eat the Jack Rabbits. If they would have been cotton tails we probably would have. The problem with Jack Rabbits is that #1 they are really tough, and secondly most of them, because of the over population, had some sort of parasites on them. I believe they were called warbles, kind of like a big worm that lived just under the skin. However, the Ravens and coyotes made quick work of the carcasses.

Here is my Dad's recipe for cooking jack rabbits: Marinate Jack rabbit for three days in brine solution. Place in pan with potatoe's, onions, carrots etc. Place pan with rabbit, and a brick into oven set @ 350F until you can stick a fork into the brick. Throw brick, rabbit and veggies into trash, then go to dairy queen or McDonalds and get a hamburger ;-).

I am interested though in any recipe that you might have for rabbit as I did find a place this summer not too far where there was some cotton tails.
 
Rabbit does not taste like chicken. It tastes like rabbit.

But pretty much any stew will work, chasseur or cacciatore. Basic difference is how much tomatoes you want (very few or none in the French style recipe, a lot in the Italian style recipe).

Chasseur will use a taller pan, if not a saucepan, while cacciatore usually uses a deep frying pan.

You cut the rabbit in four pieces (limbs, chest and belly -keep the kidneys), fry in the pan, then add white wine and water, tatoes (or not), carrots, herbs, salt and pepper, tomatoes (or not) and let boil for like an hour until tender.

Another good recipe is a la moutarde, that's oven baked and a you need to wrap the rabbit in one piece (with the head) in a pig bladder after having smeared Dijon (as in from Dijon, France, you need the real stuff, not French's) all over. It's quite gross when you describe it but it's yummy.

Oh yeah I forgot I am a vegetarian now.

Americans usually do not eat rabbit, unless they're from the Midwest and they have a strong German or French background.

It's a shame.
 

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