Val Strate

Jamanda! Well, looks like I have a fellow Enos fan among my myst! Possumonagumbush! Time to form a Strate Committee, Woohoo! My numbers for Enos fanatics doubled, from one to now two! Crickets and Crocs! I'll kind of agree with you if the reality show was 'Survivor'. However I really think Luke Duke might have a better shot. Not That I don't think Enos could do it. My opinion is that some how Bo and Luke would team up in some kind of shuck n' jive and get him voted off. Some how I see coconuts in this little gag but hey who knows. Plus, with Luke's Marines training, eeek. Now if the game was played like "The Apprentice", forget it. Poor Enos can kiss his grits goodbye. He's not aggressive enough. Hardworking, obidient, and honest... yes, aggressive go getter, no. I see either Huggie Hogg winning that or one of the Dukes. Huggie because he knows business deals and back stabbing but can put on a good act. Val

Oh man, I could probably tell you everything thing about that movie, in great detail. I cut my teeth on that movie! It was the very first VHS tape my family had bought and was the first tape to crison, the family's first VCR. My father could probably go through the entire script of the movie with anyone. I've watched that more times than I can count and the tape is still at home to this very day. If I find it on DVD, I'm sure I'll have to get it for my dad's Christmas present. You are right Brian, they could have done without the were are they now flash forwards, it would have then allowed the squeal to be better, because the squeal is a huge let down.

When they all reached the pine tree, Enos turned in his saddle to Alex, "Alright Mr. Jackson. You can be on yer way. You're free to go." He then offered his hand out to Alex in a handshake to show there was no hard feelings. Val nodded to Alex as well and offered her hand. As soon as the pleastentries were exchanged Alex was free to go. The twins stayed on their mounts at the pine as Alex was able to go about his way. (cue Alex)

Oh golly! Where I grew up reminded me soooooo much like Hazzard. The village I use to live in when I was a kid, had no real fire station. Just volunteers. The volunteers pretty much not only knew how to drive fire trucks but they drove tractors too. On Sundays they would have someone sit up there to listen for a call and sound the siren, while the rest were in church. Sometimes you'd be sitting in church and all of the sudden you see five or six guys stand up and quickly rush out of the church. There was a tiny grocer and a small hardware store on the main road that runs through town, called 'Main Street'. My Grandfather grew up there, my father grew up there, then I grew up there. The elementary school had only one class of each grade. There was only one law officer in the area, he was a deputy sheriff and oddly enough, everyone calls him by his nickname 'Smokey'. Call Smokey! He'll take care of it! My brother use to up railroad tracks with his truck, when he was in high school. Ah... I could go on and on. I loved growing up were I did. Brian's right we watch the show because it reminds us of home. It gives us a feeling of that old hometown values we had when we were younger. It's a sense of community that we all love. Home is where your heart is.

Pendragon, You are totally right. This game rocks! I got it the other night and made up my own look. It's very addicting too. Go ahead and send me those files for the Dukes. I have my version of the Strates made up if anyone wants them. Val

Enos kept a mental tally to himself as they rode. They were approaching the two mile line. Soon he'd have to turn Alex loose, and the statement he just made seemed unsettling for some reason. Yet Enos knew that sometimes assuming things could get a person into more trouble. He knew his sister however was watching Alex like a hawk. Slowing his horse down as they drew nearier to the two mile line he glanced over at Alex and Val answered in an uneasy breath, "Yer right alot can happen in two miles... but let's all make sure not much happens" He looked toward the wooded area and gauged a place where he would tell Alex that it was time for them to part ways. A Georgia pine tree stood in Enos's view and he choose it as his point for Alex's release, "When we reach that pine, I'm turnin' ya lose." (cue anyone)

Enos and Val flanked both sides of Alex. They started toward the edge of town and Enos guided Alex in the direction in which MaryAnne had instructed. In his mind he kept thinking about her instructions. Two miles then no doubling back, two miles and no double back... Val kept Whisper steady and her rifle across her lap as she rode. She also kept a trained eye on Alex. She watched with suspicon and caution as they rode. Enos was depending on her to make sure Alex didn't cross the line. "Just keep riding the direction 'E' tells ya and you'll be fine." She replied watching the drifter. (cue Alex or anyone else on another thread)

Although I've always wanted to see Enos and Daisy get married, I think this movie isn't the best place for it to be done. In my mind I think it would be nice to have another reunion and have them finally do that and have the boys settle themselves. That's really what I hoped this movie would do and have a second generation of Dukes (which would be Simpson, Knoxville and that other guy from American Pie). I could totally have seen Jessica as Bo or Luke's little girl, or even Daisy's for that matter. However, from all the information we have been given, I believe it's not going to turn out that way. So... here's the grin and bear it part. I'm excited but apprehensive. I'm just starting to grasp the idea of some other people playing the cast I loved and grew up with. So I'll give it a Possumonagumbush vote, but it's because the fact that they are doing a movie and creating renewed interest that makes me happy.

Hobbies! Oh boy, some how too big a list to name, but I'll touch on the main ones. Cattle Shows and County fairs are some of the events I love to go to. I use to be into showing cattle pretty heavy, but it's had to take a back seat to other things lately. Watching Nascar and car shows are in there too. However, I love crafts. Scrapbooking and making home made cards are some of the major hobbies. I use to make seed bead necklaces and collected odd colored beads and trinkits to make them with. I love nature and enjoining the company and studying of any speices of animals. But my latest thing, is called Wallyball! It's like raquet ball and volley ball rolled into one game. I love it! The bouncy blue ball rocketing off the walls when you hit it over the volleyball net. It's so much fun. I could play the game for hours and not be bored. Val

Brian... you'd be the only person to tell Enos, 'To go suck a lemon'. Now last time I checked you're not a nuturionist. What ya been tellin' that boy! *giggles* I'd hate to see what would happen if you told him to "Go play in the trafic". That'd be a hurendous crash.

Enos and Val had lead Alex out creating an armed guard around the prisoner so he wouldn't leave their sight prematurely. Enos to the right of the bandit, Val was behind. There would be no funny business on their watch. No sir. Enos Strate took his job seriously and his sister knew that. She held her rifle acrossed her chest as she escort the criminal out. If the blond drifter made any false move, she'd spin that rifle into firing position and send a hole through him like a worm through an apple. But for now, that seemed unessary. Val kept her eyes trained ahead as they approached their mounts. "Alright, Mr. Jackson, sir, I'm gonna mount my stead while you stand still infront of Val. Now after I have mounted, you can mount your stead. If you try anything, Val here will make ya into baby swiss. Once we're both mounted Val is going to saddle up, then we're headin' out. Do ya have any questions, sir, for we git movin' ?" Enos asked the drifter. (cue Alex or anyone)

I love art! I love making art, viewing art, learning about art work... Well, my friends, I found a wonderful painting that I'm sure all of you would love! It's a Masterpiece! If any of you are fimilar with the caveman paintings in France, you'll love this one! Even if you don't like the caveman paintings, I think if you're visiting Hazzardnet, you'll want to see this work of art! It goes to show you, that cavemen had good taste in art too! Actually it's painted by a man named Brandon Bird. The name of the work is called "Two Warriors Come Out of the Sky". http://www.brandonbird.com/twowarriors.html Tell me what you think! I personally love it! This artist has captured the essense of a warrior. Val

Enos looked to MaryAnne after she reassured about his sister and instructed him on his mission, "No MaryAnne, I don't have any." He then glanced over to the man named Alex to see what he might be up against if there was a conferation. Just as he stepped in the direction of the cell the outside door swung open. Everyone looked up to see who it was. It was Val. She stood in the doorway and looked madder than a cat dropped in a water trough. She turned her head toward the cells and glared at the Duke behind the iron bars. She didn't say a word to him. He was where he needed to be as far as she was concerned. "Val! MaryAnne was right. You are ok!" Enos smiled and walked over to his sister then realized her demeaner, "What's the matter?" She looked up at him with a slight hurt felt expression and spoke to him in a hushed tone, "I hate bein' lied to." "Don't worry about that... I have to escort Alex over there." He gestured to toward Alex's cell. "Escort?" She looked at him strangely. "Yeah, all three of them are going to be escorted out of town." "WHAT!" She hissed to her brother. "Val! Easy... look if you want to help me ya can tag along if it's ok with MaryAnne. Unless she would rather you help her or Sheriff Rosco." He answered her. "That turkey shouldn't be escorted out of town! He should be hung!" She whispered back to Enos as she thumbed toward Chet. "Val! Bit yer tongue... it ain't yer call." Enos replied back then looked over to MaryAnne, "MaryAnne is it alright if Val helps me escort Alex? Or do you or Sheriff Rosco need help?" (cue Anyone)

The peices of the puzzle were now starting to fall into place. His jaw went slack as he stared at the younger man in the jail cell. Slowly he closed his jaw and gave Chet a cold and hurt felt stare. He spared Chet from his sister's gun so he could face a fair trial, only to have the tables turn on himself. For all he knew Chet could have killed Val then ran back into town to get his revenge on the blond drifter who shot him first. A wave of guilt and betrayal spread over him. "How could..." He bit off the rest of his words and turned to MaryAnne, "MaryAnne, Val and I found Chet Duke on the outskirts of town with yet another bullet in him'em.... I tell you MaryAnne that boy got's more lives than an alley cat. Val was gonna shoot him after he took a pot shot at us. Neither of us was hurt, but ..." Enos stopped and took a deep breath before continuing, "I decided he should stand a fair trial. He was gonna bleed to death if Val and me didn't help him. Then I made a second mistake by going off looking for the thugs who shot'em... leaving Val alone with him. I didn't think he'd have the stregthn enough to ride that night. I'm real sorry MaryAnne... Not only have a neglected my duty by givin' this snake compassion but it probably cost me my sister." He took a deep breath and hung his head. (Cue Chet or MA)

After seeing the camp fire glow in the distance, he took note of it's position and the position of the glow of town. It had to be the ruffians' camp. "Justice, I think if we get any closer they could spot us. We best head back to town and tell the Sheriff of the location." Enos spoke aloud to the horse. He hoped inside that his sister was alright alone there with Chet Duke. He then turned the gray horse around and back to town. By the time he reached town the sun was just starting to break the horzion in the east. Ridding up to the jail he noticed there were five horses tied outside of the jailhouse. A tall dark horse which appeared to have some kind of draft influnce, a buckskin colored horse and a tall red horse, along with the Sheriff's white mustang Lightening and MaryAnne's appaloosa Phoenix. He dismounted from Justice and pulled the dapple gray gelding up to the rail and tied his reins loosely to the rail near Phoenix. Morning was now comming to light, he took his gun with him and yawned as he walked up the wooden steps to the door. The door creeked and the deputy sheriff entered inside. "Hey MaryAnne what's cookin'?" then glancing over at the cells he seen the three outlaws in their pens, "What's up with these guys? Wait a minute... that's Chet Duke." This new information now blew Enos's mind. Reaching up and scratching his head from under the boulder hat he pondered, "Why he's suppose to have been on the outskirts campin' out with Val cause he's too injuried to ride. Possumonagumbush! If he's here... and not there... then where's Val? Why are these other guys here? MaryAnne what's goin' on?" (cue MA)

Hello your friendly neighborhood Game Warden Here; Val Strate, with a fun and entertaining way to enjoy natures wildlife and winter! If you are like me and live in an area that gets colder than the seat of Boss Hogg's exercise bike, (that Lulu bought him for Christmas last year but he never uses.) You know that winter brings crystallized precipitation or in other words snow. The white stuff can be joyous as well as annoying. But have no fear; the Game Warden has come up with a simple and very fun game for you to play in the winter snow. You can play alone or with your friends. After the snow outside has stopped falling and you have a good clear day, take a short walk in the snow. Remember though to wear warm clothing, gloves, hats, scarves, mittens and thick winter coats when you go out. You don't want to get sick and catch cold. Now as you are walking along, pretend you're part of a special task force in the Hazzard County department of wildlife! You're looking for clues for some major crime and need to find some evidence to prove your case. Keep walking along until you find some kind of animal tracks. Follow the tracks till you can no longer follow them. Figure out what kind of animal it is and take note as to how large the tracks are. Notice the distance between the tracks. If the distance between each step is far apart it means in most cases the animal was traveling pretty fast. If they are close together the animal was probably going slow. Take note of what direction the animal was headed and what kind of environment and landscape the area is. You can formulate an interesting hypothesis on what the animal was doing. Also look at how fresh the tracks are. Are they snow covered or look like they were just made? I did this with what appeared to be coyote tracks and rabbit tracks. During my little case, I realized that Mr. coyote had caught himself a BUNNY for supper! Clearly a guilty suspect! Try it sometime if you have a spare moment. You'll amaze yourself at what you can find. I'm Val Strate for your wild Hazzard County. Val

Back at the camp site... The large bay colored horse had watched Red and Chet leave some time ago. Whisper hated being alone. She clopped over to the bed roll where her mistress was sleeping and let out a warm steamy breath in her ear. "Mmmmm....*giggle*Billy..." her slumbering owner mumbled in a noncohearent state. Annoyed by the fact that Val was not waking up, the horse nudged her once again. "Billy... not now honey..." she mumbled again and slightly giggled. Whisper, now very annoyed, gave one last hot breath onto her owners face and chest causing a responce. A giggle escaped from the woman's lips, "Alright Billy..." While in the sleep state, Val puckered up to the horse and gave her a kiss on the nose. Her eyes slowly came open and she now realized she was kissing a horse, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!" Whisper took a couple steps back startled by Val's wake up. It wasn't the greeting she excepted. "Don't ever do that to me again, Whisper.... Sheesh!" Val panted and pushed away her bed roll. She then noticed her gun and the note tucked near it. Pulling the paper up and reading it, her eyes widened in suprise. She glanced over and seen the makeshift grave, "Why that snake..." Quickly she got up and realized she need to warn everyone that Chet was on the loose. After packing everything up in a rush, Whisper and her followed the tree line back toward town. In the distance she could hear another rider aproaching... (cue Chance or Min)

Hey Everyone! I just want to thank all who showed up last night for the Thanksgiving Chat. It was a huge success! I hope when Chirstmas rolls around we can have just as much fun. Thanks for yamsters Tempest and the pie tasted great Brian. MaryAnne's salad was refreshing and the cider and beer that Alex brought was great to wash it all down. Happy Thanksgiving all! Hope you have a great one with your friends and families! Val PS For anyone who missed it. Brian got paintballed but good! Hee hee!

As the sun was dipping down below the horzion line, it was becomming harder and harder to make his way west ward. Enos held onto Justice's reins and guided the Tennesse Walker along the tree line. Deep inside he prayed that the gang had found a place to bed down for the night. However ruffianies like that would try to go as far as they can to make distance between themselves and the law. It'd be sheer luck if he ran into the troup tonight. Luck although, is a funny thing, because sometimes the things you are wishing for are the things you want to most avoid. Now the blue hues of the night began to cloak around the brown tweed deputy. He swallowed hard, knowing darn well he shouldn't be out here at this time of night along looking for trouble. Justice made a slight whinny to his rider, that echoed his own thoughts. "I know... I know... I don't like it either but we gotta find'em before they hurt someone else. Maybe the Sheriff found'em already." He then took in a shaky breath trying to reassure himself then patted the gray horse's neck, "Yeah... Yeah, that's it... maybe the Sheriff found'em already. Yeah..." His hands shook slightly as he held the reins. Worry was setting in on his mind and he took a deep breath again. He looked off in the distance and saw a slight glow of what looked like a camp fire. His heart skipped a beat. Could it be? Was that the camp of the rouge horse theives? Had he found it? (cue anyone)

*Brusts into laughter* Tempest, I like your style. Good to hear that you're practicing your turkey calls. You might need them. But I'm afraid the turkey we are shooting at might not respond to those sort of calls. Flamming arrows of death? Sounds very affective but it's also very dangerous. We don't want our turkey to die. However if we were hunting real turkey, that would be a more affective way to save time. Ah this modern age we live in, kill the bird and cook it at the same time! Genius! HHHHHMMMM *pondering about concept of flamming arrows of death* However if we missed, we'd end up burnin' the whole forest down. Maybe not a good idea. Although, what if we used Uranium 235 pellettes on the tips of the arrows? Nuke turkey from the inside out. Kind of like a microwave. Hhhhhmmmm..... Ah, who am I kidding, that stuff is toxic. We'd have a diaster on our hands. If ya'll think Cooter blowing up the vat in 'High Octane' was a big boom. Just think what would happen to the poor turkey! Any how, love the pic you digged up for the holiday Tempest. See ya all Wednesday. Thanksgiving count down.... 3 days left!!!!

Captain, You are quite welcome to join us. I'm sure many of the Hazzardnet folk would love it if you dropped in Wednesday night. Having fun is the only rule. If you can make it, we sure would like it if you would grace us with your presence. Anyone and everyone is allowed to come. I'll warn you ahead of time tho' sometimes things get kind of zainy. *chuckles* Val

Ok, I took this personality quiz thingy... and I got all A's accept one. Which was number seven because I answered B. I hate to see folks go to jail. I would tell my friend to put it back. Guess I'm a goodie goodie. *frowns a little then shrugs* Oh well...

Welcome to Hazzard Beanie! Thanks for the info. It is nice to hear from someone who has some inside info. Sounds like they might be trying holding true to orginality of the show as far as the vechicles go. Wish they would have done that with the cast. Oh well... Glad to see a new face and get some new info. Plus meet another Hazzard and Biology nut as well. *giggles* I'd love to shoot the breeze with you sometime Beanie about Hazzard and of course Biology. Hope to see ya around. Val

*stands with clip board in hand* Realizing there is some missinteruptitation on the details of the chat, let me clear things up for ya folks... The chat will be held in the Hazzardnet chat rooms. I figure, MA and the Commander designed a pretty snazzy place for us to chat at, we might as well use it. So anyone who wants to join in the histaria, that's the place you should go. As far as the time, I am shooting for Wednesday because I know I am aviable that night. I 'might' be aviable Thursday night as well, but I'm not certain. However for simplicy sake, I'd just assume Wednesday be the night. As far as the time that night, I choose 8pm Eastern Standard time because that's a time that I know most folks around here start comming online. Plus, I'm sure that we all will be around for quite a while after 8. If this is your first time comming to one of these, folks normally stick around for a while. Sometimes until the wee hours of the morning, (dependin' if you got work or school the next day and how long the bar is open *chuckles*). Now, as far as what we do there... Anything pretty much goes, as long as it's fun, friendly, family oreintanted (in other words G-rated or PG-rated activity). Just remember your e-manners and treat others with respect. Yeah there is some horsing-around, but it's most of the time good clean Hazzard fun. Sometimes folks talk about episodes, sometimes we talk about favorite characters, sometimes it's about cars. Pretty much anything you want to do or talk about as long as it fits the main rules I mentioned above, goes. Sometimes we disscuss ghost stories in Hazzard, where our favorite hangouts are in Hazzard, activities in Hazzard, (ya get the picture). Now... about the 'Turkey' Since this is a family site, no real Turkeys will be harmed at this chat. I repeat, No real Turkeys will be harmed at this chat. I have decided that we are going to use paintball guns for the Turkey shoot and as far as the Turkey... Well it has come to my attention that the first 'Turkey' to reply to my thread is Mr. Coltrane... *smiles and pats Brian on the back in a friendly manner* What color of paint balls to ya like on that jacket, Brian? Blue or Yellow? *laughs* Muhahaha! Or maybe Hazzard Orange?