This is for Rumbler.
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This is for Rumbler.
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Thanks Jonastio for fixing that link for me. I haven't quite figured that out yet.
I'm bumping this Thread up.
For you guys that have joined in the last 18 months please read it from post #1.
"Rumbler" AKA Mike O'Leary started this forum after being kicked off of TGF, those members here with 2012 & 2013 join dates are also TGF refugees that followed Rumbler here to his new forum.. Mike was a hell of a guy who would and did give the needy the shirt off of his back. He could also be an opinionated, hard headed ass.
Rumbler was a loaner with no close family. Just him and his dogs.
Rumbler got sick, REALLY sick. His last year, this forum rallied around him like I've only seen few family's and churchs do. Raising money, chauffeuring, wild game, fresh eggs and fresh vegetables -per doctors orders, cut-split- delivered firewood, cash, appliances, mowing his yard, etc. etc. It really would be a LONG list.
These actions are why I say this forum is more like a family to many of us.
We lost Rumbler over a year ago now, I like to think he and John Moses shoot 1911s in the mornings and design firearms in the afternoon - two kindred spirits.
WE WILL NEVER FORGET HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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He is missed...Quote:
Originally Posted by Rumbler
I miss that cantankerous old bastard.
At the end, Mike was experiencing dimentia from a buildup of ammonia in his system - a side effect of cirrhosis of the liver. There was more damage than we knew and he was going downhill fast. His last stay in the hospital, all they did really was monitor him and give him meds orally to bring his ammonia levels back down. He knew this and eventually became very grumpy. You don't know grumpy 'till you've seen Rumbler with a wild hair....
He decided he was going to check himself out of the hospital. They told him no he couldn't, and he'd better calm down. He called us and we were on our way back home having left him in good spirits not even a half hour before. He had decided he was going to walk home from the hospital, some 30 minutes away. Trouble was he didn't have any clothes or shoes, just the hospital gown. Undaunted, Mike told them they had better check him out or he was going to get up and walk out.
He put the hospitalist on the phone who told us the only way they would let him leave was if we agreed to see him home. I could hear Mike in the background carrying on. We turned around and headed back to the hospital, and went to the floor nurse saying we were there to pick Mike up and take him home. She looked at us and said:" Oh you poor people!" With that they got a wheelchair, which Mike promptly hopped up out of bed and into, and off we went to take Mike back to his cabin, grumbling all the way.
He had managed to get an extra gown so he had one on front and backwards. Not much sooner than we had left the hospital, Mike said: "yer gonna have to stop the car because I've got to piss like a racehorse." There we were in Tallahassee traffic. I urged Mike to take it easy and assured him I'd find him something. There was no bringing him to a gas station or convenience store - I could only imagine what might happen....
I spotted an overgrown empty lot and pulled in behind tall bushes and Mike got out and stumbled in amongst the puckerbrush and took care of business. When he came back there was a big sigh of relief and we eventually got him back home to his dog Boop, but ended up staying 6 hours, making sure he was settled in and fed and that his meds were in order. He acted like nothing was wrong. All he knew was he was home, his dog was with him and he was out of that infernal place.
He reconnected with his brother, a miracle in many ways, and his brother quickly found a discrepancy in his meds and took care of that. Mike quickly recovered, and was back to his normal self for another few weeks. He knew more than any of us helping him that his time was near, and he never let on. He made it clear that he wanted to be at his home with his dog at all costs. Mike came over for a visit and spent the whole day just hanging out, on a Thursday before he passed that weekend. He had become enormously appreciative of everything in his life and for those who helped him. He was frail. It was difficult to see him that way. But his strength of character never wavered even for a moment.
He loved that dog, his friends and family, if you will, at Talon, and he loved this forum and his family of friends here. He managed to gracefully accept and appreciated all the help and care he received from everyone here. In every way, Mike O'Lary was a kindly, most generous soul, he lived to help people learn about shooting and all things related to his passion of firearms and training. You either loved him or hated him. Those in the latter category were few and far between, that's for sure.
Mike is missed, he is sorely missed. He was a friend for life. It's just that that meant his life....
Hell of a third post, there.
Never did met the guy, but when I had trouble getting on here he opened the door for me. Although there was a caveat, thru private message he informed me upon me joining the forum if I turned out to be a bot he would put a .45 slug in me. I think we would've got along fine.
Just so you know spelling is completely optional, most of us read as bad as we spell so it's kinda like a "system"Quote:
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And Jonas never told me why IE quit spell checking anyway, so really my spelling is his fault.
Probably.
Shit, no one told me that. I just thought I had gotten a little less retarded.Quote:
Originally Posted by 0utlaw
It's been a while since I've been on and just logged on and saw this. I miss Mike, he was a good friend to me and a mentor. I miss going shooting with him and I am still appreciative of everything he did for RAFSU. He taught me more than I know, and I'm still thankful I got to see him that last time at the woodchucks lunch before I left Tallahassee.
It's that time of year. It's been 2 years since will lost Rumbler.Quote:
Originally Posted by Cattle/Horses
I MISS THE OLD BASTARD! Still.
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Yeah, still can't imagine a world without Mike. Two years went by fast.
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The House that Rumbler Helped to build.
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Mike (on right) and two of his really good friends at Talon.
I took for granted the welcome that some of you gave me in my introduction post by saying "welcome to the house that Rumbler built" or things along those lines. I did not know Mike, although I am fairly certain he and I did shoot at the Natl Forrest range simultaneously a few times. After reading all these memories of him, I wish I had known him.
Thank you all for these words about him. It puts this forum into perspective for me. Y'all are a bunch of nutty fuckers for the most part, but I like y'all, and I like y'all even more knowing that a cranky old bastard, as y'all lovingly have called Rumbler, could make y'all this close.
Thanks.
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Any of y'all think it's just a coincidence that a Hurricane named Michael ate our lunch on the 3rd anniversary of Rumblers AKA Michael O'Leary, death, 3 weeks ago?
Anybody new to the forum in the last year may want to go back and read this thread from the get go.
I still miss the old goat immensely.
I like to think he and John Moses shoot 1911s in the mornings and design firearms in the afternoon - two kindred spirits.
Yeah me too
Inlaw, you can do better that that. ^^^^
All of a sudden this afternoon it dawned on me it had been 3 years and it had slipped up on me.
well said my friend,very well said,i miss him also
You want I should shed a tear or what :dunno:Quote:
Originally Posted by Cattle/Horses
That cranky sumbitch would come back and stomp a mudhole in my ass...
He definitely could be cranky , but , never to me.
I miss him as well.
I miss that cantankerous old bastard
Yea I miss shooting with him also. He was a great shooter.
Yesterday, I had lunch at the last table I saw him.
I'm still pissed at that old fuck for the way he dropped on me that he was sick and that he waited so goddamn long to do something about it. That it took near the whole damn forum to get him off his ass and start fighting.
I'd be even more pissed at him if he wouldn't have taken the help that was offered. He at least tried to stick around. Taking that medicine that makes you feel like you're probably dying a little faster than you're supposed to be and still trying to keep to his assigned diet. He found a job and a community that he loved which gave him a reason to try to live. All y'all gave him that before he died.
I was sitting in a tree stand today and thought about some of the old days around here. I realized another year has passed, I still miss the old bastard and in rereading the thread realize how many of us have passed on or moved on as well. I guess everything changes but that doesn't mean I have to like it.
And once again if you are new here... read this from the beginning and it'll give you an idea of why some of us old timers are so protective of this place and give you a glimpse of a helluva a guy that brought it all together.
I've still got 2 of the wristbands from his fundraiser in my truck. Was looking at them just this weekend thinkin of him.
If you are anti-religious and/or just plain don't like this, pizonia!
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