Rafiki is friend in Swahili.I am a hunter named… you guessed it- Habib (“Habib” means “Friend” so I am a friend to all hunters).
My white Dodge Ram 3500 gets 24 MPG when I'm not towing...
Since I was 12 years old my parents taught me to always do what I thought was the right thing to do and never care for what the crowd thought. Being a middle child I have always been extremely independent. Due to this one of my high school friends said I was a “rare breed”. The name has stuck with me all my life so it seemed natural to use it as my AKA for AHAs I peruse those many threads on AH Forum that interest me, I often wonder about the story or meaning behind the handle or user names of the posters. Many are intuitive to me, but with others, I'd just be taking a wild guess. I've had the good fortune to get to know a select few on here really well and have their back stories, but for the rest, I'd love to hear how you got your name - please do share.
Ku-winda, by the way, is the name of Otto Koehler's Journal detailing his safari to Kenya and Tanganyika in the mid 50's. It means "to hunt" in Swahili and was the source and inspiration to many of us in South Texas and directly responsible for setting me on a path to adventures of my own on the Dark Continent.
lol…my parents did not start teaching me values starting at 12! Peer pressure just starts about this ageSince I was 12 years old my parents taught me to always do what I thought was the right thing to do and never care for what the crowd thought. Being a middle child I have always been extremely independent. Due to this one of my high school friends said I was a “rare breed”. The name has stuck with me all my life so it seemed natural to use it as my AKA for AH
Cartoon show in the early 90's that my boys liked - Called "Catdog", but I don't like cats so I changed to Dogcat....
Yes, I know, it makes no sense....
Dirtdart is a term of endearment for a paratrooper.
Not sure if it is a reference to the high level of intelligence shown by the average paratrooper or ?
Born and raised on a cattle and horse ranch in Oregon's Big Empty. By age 14, alone, I'm regularly taking a pack horse resupply run into the summer high meadows, locating the sheep herders and their flocks.
One time, alone again, I'm deer hunting in the high hills. By prior arrangement, my dad and I agreed to meet at a spot on the trail where he'd collect me and any deer I'd managed to drop. This time, however, a freak rainstorm hits, and I get soaked to the bone. The storm was big enough that I knew someone would notice and come to collect me, so I high tailed for the meeting point.
Sure enough, it wasn't long before I could hear one of the ranch trucks growling its way up the trail. It was my dad with a fresh set of dry clothes and a bath towel for me. At the back end of the truck I stripped down to my birthday suit and started drying off. It was then my dad said "damn boy, your nothin' but one big puddle of water!"
Unfortunately, my kid brother was along for the ride, and he made sure the nickname stuck.
I got lawn darted by one too many ranch broncs as a kid. I used to be 6’ but now I’m 5’6”.Figure in all the adverse variables to a good jump, factor in "Murphy" and that sudden hard landing puts a jumper hard into the dirt. Feet and knees together and the jumper resembles a Dart speeding to, or into, the ground with a grunt or a whom.
Blast From the Past:
" I use to be 6 feet 6 inches tall with a baritone voice. Made my first parachute jump followed by a sudden hard landing.....and...Now I'm 5 - 10 with a high pitch scratchy voice."