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About Bob Boren

I'm just a guy living the dream in Redondo Beach, CA. After putting in 30+ years at a large aerospace company, I am now retired, and can do what I'm interested in. My main interests are writing and music. I'm a cellist and play with local amateur Symphonies and Theater groups. I've also got the urge to wander with my lovely wife Laura. This blog is going to be mainly about our travels via RV and other means. I'm sure I'll flesh this out more as time goes on.

Bugout Part 37 – Willie Pete

Bob:

Another episode of Bugout! from my story blog.

Originally posted on Scagsdale's Tales:

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“Everybody get to your weapons,” Frank shouted. “Keep your eyes open.”

“I’m going to the barn to get the troops ready,” Major Hobbs said. He ran out to the barn, looking in all directions as he went. He rushed through the door.

“Heads up, everybody,” he shouted. “The cell tower just went dead. We are going to get hit any minute. Get ready.”

“We have a patrol out right now,” Lieutenant James said. “Better call the Sergeant.”

“Yep, doing that now,” the Major said. He went into his Humvee and got on the radio.

“Sergeant?” he asked.

“Yes sir.”

“Somebody took the cell tower out again. We are about to get hit. Be ready.”

“Alright, we’ll be ready.”

The Major got off the radio, and went running up to the store. Charlie and Jeb had already gotten up there, and were looking out over the façade with their hunting rifles…

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Bugout Part 36 – Canada On Fire

Bob:

Here’s the next episode of Bugout! from my story blog.

Originally posted on Scagsdale's Tales:

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“How long should it have taken for the chopper to get back to base?” Frank asked. “It only just left.”

“It should have been back within twenty minutes,” Major Hobbs said. “Fifteen if they had a tail wind. The base isn’t all that far as the crow flies. It’s a ways to drive to because of the way the highways are laid out around the hills.”

“So it’s only about half an hour late at this point?” asked Earl. “Maybe they stopped to help somebody else out.”

“Maybe,” Major Hobbs said. “They can’t get them on the radio, though. That is worrisome.”

“Yes, it is,” Jane said.

“We should have just shot that creep here,” Jackson said. “He has an uncanny way of making it out alive, in case you hadn’t noticed.”

“Why don’t we go about our business and not worry about it right this second,” Frank said. “We…

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Bugout Part 35 – Chopper Transport

Bob:

The next chapter of Bugout! from my story blog.

Originally posted on Scagsdale's Tales:

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“Well, what now, Major?” asked Officer Simmons. “It will be a pleasure to end your career.”

Jerry laughed from up in the blind.

“You’re no CIA agent, traitor. And now you’ve got four rifles and a shotgun pointed at you. Please don’t drop the gun.”

Officer Simmons looked around at all the guns pointed at him. Then he shook his head and threw his pistol to the ground.

“Sheriff, you got your handcuffs on you?” asked Major Hobbs.

“Sure as hell do,” he said. “Everybody keep this jerk covered. I’ll cuff him and frisk him.”

The Sheriff handed the shotgun to his Deputy, who had snuck around behind him in the bushes.

“If he tries anything, blast this jerk,” the Sheriff said. He walked over to Officer Simmons, spun him around, and got his hands behind his back. Then he put the cuffs on. He frisked him, stopping at his…

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Bugout Part 34 – Arizona’s Finest

Bob:

Here’s another episode of Bugout! from my story blog.
If you want to start from the beginning, go here:

http://scagsdalestales.wordpress.com/2014/06/23/bugout-part-1-lock-down-and-leave/

Originally posted on Scagsdale's Tales:

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“How are you nice folks doing?” asked Officer Simmons as he got out of the car. “I’m Officer Simmons.” He shook hands with Major Hobbs, and then looked over at Frank, who had a terrified look on his face.

“You remember who I am?” asked Frank.

“You don’t forget being shot,” Officer Simmons said. He had a smirk on his face. “If I wouldn’t have had body armor to deflect your shot, I wouldn’t be here now. Why the hell were you packing a .44 mag, anyway?”

Frank ignored the question.

“So what now?” he asked.

“You don’t need to worry about me,” Officer Simmons said. “I was trying to keep you guys in the Williams campsite because I thought you were all part of the militia. I know now that you weren’t, and I’m sorry about that.”

“We’ve continued to hear stories about you working against and then with…

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