any one for sardines

[JACKNZ]

One time I,m hunting for red deer about ten miles from the closest road and about an hour off the track,I,m working my way down a small gully when I spot card board box laying in the scrub.It,s pretty rotten,been there a while,so I pull it apart an its got four DOZ,large cans of sardines in it.I take a couple of cans back to camp and open one an it,s still good.My mate an I think maybe it fell from a helicopter or such but none of the cans were crushed or flatend.Still have,nt worked that one out.But somebody must have really liked sardines. :?  :grin:

[Gatofeo]

I read on a cousin's, friend's, sister's, brother-in-law's, father's website that sardines are cherished by Aliens for their intoxicating oil, salt and gut.
No doubt, you've found a hidden cache of Alien booze.
You're lucky they didn't catch you in the act and explore you with that probe, of which they seem to be so fond.  :eek:
Enjoy the sardines.
I found a big, restaurant supply size unopened tin in the woods once. Got home, opened it, and discovered I was the proud owner of a gallon of sliced water chestnuts!
Yep, haven't figured that out, either. Can wasn't dented. It was just missing the label.
The water chestnuts were fine. I froze them in small bags. Took me a year to use them in stuffing, stir-fry and salads.
One time, I went far off a hiking trail to answer a call of nature. About 50 yards off the trail, in heavy brush, I found a new, spotless set of pliers. Not a spot of rust on them. I looked all around but didn't find any trail other than my own.
Sardines ... water chestnuts and pliers ... go figure.  :roll:

[pinduck]

Near as I can tell Those aliens, eat the sardines, fuel their spaceship with the water chesnuts, and you suprized them working on their spaceship and they dropped their pliers and took off when they heard you coming?

[Robert]

I would like one of what Pinduck is having.

[Tom W.]

Or whatever he's smoking...

[starr]

What time is dinner?I`ll be right over yum, yumm

[LAREDOBOB]

True story many years ago I was with some friends hunting in upstate New York. I had walked about two miles up from where we had the truck parked, when I heard somehing rustle in the brush, I watched as this hunter appeared through the trees. I said hello and asked if he had seen anything. He related how he has been lost for 3 days and looking for the nearest road. I asked about his condition and he said he was thirsty and hungy enough to eat a live bear. I gave him my water and he cleaned that up. I said we might have something to eat at the truck and proceded to lead him to the road and our truck. He recognized the place and said his truck was just a few miles down the road, I dug around in the truck to find something to eat before taking him to his truck and all I could find was a can of sardines. He took a look at it and said I think Ill just wait till I can find the nearest restaurant. I feel the same way about sardines.

[Dan Mich Trapper]

Sardines were intended for one thing only .....COON BAIT !!

[Gatofeo]

Obviously, you've never had a sardine sandwich ... mmmmmmmm
Split the sardines down the middle, lay them flat on a slice of bread, cover well with pepper, add some lettuce, close with another slice of bread and enjoy.
Mmmmmm ... wonderful.
And you haven't lived until you've had a clam sandwich too ...

[Mikey]

Gatofeo:  why split them - just leave the whole, add a slab of sweet onion, a little lettuce to keep'em from slidin' out, some hot mustard and seeded rye bread.  Now that's a 'yummmmm'.  Mikey.

[LAREDOBOB]

YEEEEEEEEEW!!! GROSS!!!