Val Strate

Hey guys and gals! I had alot of fun at the Boar's Nest chat that one night. Can we do something like that again on or around Thanksgiving? I know as of right now, the Wednesday before Thanksgiving (Nov. 24) I'm aviable. Can we shoot for that day around 8:00pm? Or does anyone have any other suggestions for dates and times? Let me know by posting to this thread. Is it a good idea or a bad idea? Who knows, maybe we could have a turkey shoot. As your neighborhood friendly Game Warden, I sure am up for that! Does that sound fun? Give me some feedback here if this appeals to ya'll. Give me your gobbles! (Gobble, gobble, gobble) Val ;D

My vote is for the Crown Vics. Even tho' I'm a GM fan, there is just something about a Crown Vic with those official lookin' decals on it and that light bar on top that gives me some kind of nastiglic feel. (Maybe it's from all the times I've been pulled over or helped out by those guys when I've been in auto accidents.) All the smokies and troopers where I live have Crown Vics. For the Staties it was a charcoal color, now they are going to all white. The Sheriff's vechiles are always black with yellow stripes and the word SHERIFF on the side. As far as the manicipalities law inforcement, it varied. Note, this is where I live. I know some states, counties, towns, ect. vary. I do remember tho' that the place I use to live when I was a child, had one cop. His main exictment of the week was to make sure that the town bully wasn't out terrorizing the kids in the park and that everyone was home in time for curfew. Or if it was harvest time, he may catch one or two speeding grain trucks in town, trying to get all the crop in before it's too late. AAAAhhhh, yes the good ol' days...

*whispers from under desk* Are they gone yet? Did the lawyers go away? Did they count all the ballots in Ohio yet? Did Enos feed my pet snake 'Fang' for me while I hid under my desk for the last day an' half? *slowly peeks up over desk, spots folded news paper on top desk. Carefully pulls the news paper off of desk and back under desk. Reading headline "Kerry Conceads, Bush wins"* Wheeewwwww! I can come out now. The election is over. Now the lawyers won't get me for accidently voting for Pat Bauchan. Now the only person in a black suit I have to worry about, is Brian Coltrane. *giggles* (Note to all reading this: I'm glad I got ya'll to laugh. That's what was met by this thread. Take care and I hope your election day was a good one, no matter what the out come of your canidate was.)

Enos had looked over his shoulder once the gunslinger started talking. He stopped when Chet spoke the words, 'I'm sorry'. It took a lot for Chet to say his apology, and Enos knew it. He then turned around, “So do you want help then?” The pain filled his eyes and being but he nodded at the deputy for that chance at relief from it all. Enos turned back to Val and whispered, “Put the gun down and get yer pack.” Val regarded her brother’s request and put her rifle away and retrieved a sack from her saddlebag. Then the twins came closer to the Duke boy to examine the wound. (Cue Chet)

* stands in front of everyone with some kind of broken lever in hand * Aaaaahhh! Ok, guys… I admit it. I did it. It’s all my fault. I broke the election booth machine thingy. I pulled the wrong lever and realized I voted for Pat Bauchcan by accident. So I tried to reset the thing but the lever got stuck. Soooo, I pulled and pulled and well…. * grins sheepishly with broken lever in hand * This is what happened… Honestly, I didn’t mean to hold up the election. It just kind of happened. Sorry guys, I couldn’t make up my mind and well… * sighs * Now we got a big mess… * scratches head * Oh boy…. Now the country is waitin’ for my vote… * Gulps and looks up seeing an angry mob of people in suits with brief cases * AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! The lawyers are coming! Everybody hide! Crickets and Crocs! I’m in trouble now! * ducks behind desk * Whew... I'll be safe for now. At least till this all blows over. Or someone says 'Uncle'.

Enos flinched at the shots Chet made. He was spared but he looked to his sister. She was spared as well but her weapon was keyed in with Chet Duke in her sights. "Why don't we save you the trouble and take you out now. If you don't get help you'll probably bleed to death. If you go back to Hazzard you're looking at a short rope. I could sure save the taxpayers of Hazzard some money and time if you took your last breath now." Val snarled with her finger tracing the trigger. "Don't ever threaten my brother." "VALERIE MARIE!" Enos snapped and pushed her rifle down. He put his gun down as well, "Look... if ya want to die here, fine. I ain't gonna stop ya, now or end ya prematurly. Ya had yer chance for help. But... if you could do me a favor and give me a clue as to where the curs who done this to you were headed. Let me at least help you by catchin' them. Please... after all you've done, you have a chance to change it. Help me find'em Chet... We'll ride away and leave ya be, but please just let us find'em." Enos swallowed hard. He grasped Val by the shoulder and pulled her back toward their horses. He hoped his plee for information was heard. (cue anyone - preferly Chet on this line for response)

Well it's Halloween now, Pendragon, and I raise my glass to you.... Life isn't easy. We all know that and you of course realize that. However, for you to share something so personal like this, tells me about the amount of strength you have inside. You've grown from this experience and overcame the set backs that you ran into. I'm very proud of you and happy to call you friend. Hopefully others can learn from reading this. Learn that even if you feel like no one cares, there is always someone who does and will help lift you up. Plus, it also teaches us to look out for one another and care about each other. If you're like me, which from the people I have met here many are like this, I treat my friends as if they were another brother or sister to me. Which around Hazzard alot of us have that relationship. Thank you Pendragon for your story and how you over came adversity. You are an awesome friend and thank the Lord for that roommate of yours. Life wouldn't be the same without you. I love talking to ya when we have the chance to. *raises glass* Have a Happy Halloween, Pendragon and everyone else. Here's to five years. May you have at least fifty plus more... Valerie Marie Strate

Enos and Val looked startled at the fact that he was moving. A man in his condition would be close to taking a dirt nap. Once they were warned they drew up their weapons as well but didn't take aim, not yet. Enos frowned at the Duke boy's command but decided to reassure him, "Look... we mean you no harm. Just let us come over to help ya. Ya can't just lay there and die. It's no way to go. Now, let Val and me check yer wound and get ya some help." Watching the fallen horse theif lay against the tree, Val gave him no sign of weekness in her expression. She felt her job should be to standby and protect her brother as needed and do what the Hazzard deputy asked of her. Her fingers curled tighter around her sport rifle as she watched Chet. (Cue Garett or some of the other folks on the other lines. Chet, I'm also giving you a direct cue for this line. Whoever wants to go or get to it first.)

Whisper's hooves started galloping in the direction of the Sheriff's office. Thats when a growing fear, grew inside Val. What if he get's caught! He'll be out gunned and alone! Enos, that's suicide! The Strate woman pulled back on the bay horse's reins and Whisper slowed up and raised her front hooves in the air. A shrill whinney came from the bay as if to say, make up your mind! Then the horse returned to all fours and stood still. "Sorry, Whisper...." Val replied and rubbed the equine's neck. She then made a clicking sound and gently turned Whisper around, "We have to help Enos. I don't care what he says. He can't go this alone." Whisper bobbed her head as she walked while turning back. When the horse was in straight alingment, Val then spured the bay to move. They raced out of town till they reacted the edge and spotted Enos following the treeline toward a broken off group of Ombres. Val caught up with him and brought her horse along side her brother's. "What are ya doin' here! Yer gonna get yourself in trouble! Now did ya find the Sheriff?" Enos chaistized back. "No... I couldn't leave you alone to do this. You said it yourself, you'd be out gunned." "Val, I don't plan to encounter'em. Just find out where they're hidin' so I can tell the Sheriff." "Uh huh, and what if you get caught? It'll be just you and them and I'm not leavin' ya to go off and get your fool head shot off alone." "I won't get my head shot off." "Well now you won't cause I'm comming with you." "Val!" Enos whinned, "You can't go along. It's too dangerous!" She flashed her brother a definant look. Enos softened, "Alright... just stay close." "That's if we haven't spoked'em away with all our jibbering." Enos nodded in responce and they headed closer to the treeline. Soon they came up closer to the band that had broken away. The pair was covered in the brush enough to not be noticed. As they eased the horses closer to the area which the band was, only to find Chet Duke with another bullet in him leaned against a tree and his horse Red. Enos and Val came out of the brush, then dismounted their horses. They came closer to the horse theif. (Cue anyone)

The twins realized they needed to split up to tackle this job. Enos decided he would follow the outlaws and stay far enough behind, so as not to be spotted. Yet he could track them down then return to the Sheriff and Maryanne with the location of their hideout. Val's job was to find the Sheriff and Maryanne. So the bay horse and rider when back into town toward the Sheriff's office and the dapple gray walker headed down the alley and out of town. Enos could just bearly see the ridders on the horizin and it'd take him a bit to catch up. Heading toward a treeline for cover he noticed part of the band broke off. His stomach turned as he wondered what he may be in for. (cue someone at the Sheriff's office, Min, or Brian....)

*busts up laughing, but then gets down on knees before Pendragon.* Oh great Redneck Queen! W'all not wur-ddy *bowing down before her* W'all not wur-ddy! I'm just teasin' Pen... Congrads on your new title. Val

Val's eyes narrowed as she watched the riders turn and leave. Once there were to the end of the alley, she hopped up ontop of Whisper, "Come on we can't let them just get away. They've caused too much trouble to just leave and get away with it!" "Val! No!" Enos brought Justice closer to Whisper and grabbed her reins, "I'm not letting you... We have to re-group!" "But they're gonna get away!" "And we're out numbered!" Enos explained back, "We can't make a safe arrest. We need the Sheriff and MaryAnne." "Rosco would tan yer hide cause you let them yellow-bellied bullies get away!" She snapped back. "And I'm gonna tan yer hide if ya don't settle down. Val we got to find the Sheriff..." "But, but..." She whimpered watching the riders slowly disapear down the alley way, "They took my earrings!" "Val... Val, sugar just settle..." Enos answered clamly. His blue-green eyes looked at her with calm thought, "Val ya don't know that for certain..." "They're horse theives! They'll steal anything!" "Val..." He realized she was thinking from the gut level. It was clear these outlaws needed to be stopped but not yet. Someone needed to follow them. Someone who would just keep tabs on them and find out where they were but not make a move till help arrived. Val, he was afraid, would jump the gun and try to go it alone. (cue anyone)

*Giggling* Oh MA! I think we were switched at birth or sumt'n.... You ain't going to belive this either but I have a Great grandfather and an Uncle (cause he was named after the grandfather).... Roscoe. However it's spelt with an 'e' at the end but still... I am related to someone named 'Roscoe'. Oh this is grand.... Brian, the Barb wire thing applies here as well. It's around half of our property with.... ta da, woven wire fence! Uh huh, pretty snazzy! The motor oil thing works too. I do get excited when I see motor oil on sale. Hey, "the way them Ahrabs got us by the throat..." we awta get excited over motor oil. I have one to add tho', anyone ever get excited about going to Senior prom in a one ton duelly crew cab pickup truck! *raises hand* Me! *chuckles* All these gals come out of their limo's with their dates, feeling a great. I felt like queen of the school, riddin' up with my date in the snazzy duelly. Oh, this is fun. Thanks for bringing the topic up Pendragon. Val

Pendragon, I know what ya mean. I looked at a map from the 1800's of the area I grew up in. There are only a couple of main family names splashed across the plots of land. Like maybe three or four in this tiny area. But like 20 plot blocks with the same name. It's like, whoa! Everybody is connected to somebody. Found out one time that a good friend of mine and a high school crush was distantly related to me by marriage. So I know where you come from there. As far as Redneck examples... Oh boy... I could name a ton. Some my own example... 1) When a barn pitch fork becomes a defense weapon, yeah, ya might be a redneck... 2) When Racoons come to your door seeking revenage because of example number one. 3) When you almost get chased by a rabbi racoon because it looks alot like the family cat... you might be a redneck. 4) Instead of blowing your hair with a hair dryer you use a cattle blower.... 5) (this one is an orginal Jeff Foxworthy one and I know it applies, especially with running back and forth all the time to and from school and work) When you got more than 5 McDonald's bags on the floor of your car, ya might be a Redneck. 6) When your yearly family vacation is a trip to the county fair... Yeah, ya might be a Redneck. 7) When your younger brother gets the nickname from his friends, "Little Texas" and his friends nicknames are "Jim Bob", "Barb Que", "Bacon", "Ketchup" or anything else to do with Macho food products or animal names. 8) When you have friends that think square dancing should be an Olympic sport. 9) When you have chirstmas lights still hanging up in the middle of March.... and your father thinks he should keep them up all year long. Drum role here....... For Number 10..... 10) You might be a redneck if you check this forum everyday like I do and I know others do..... YEEEEHHHHAAAWWWW! *speaks in a Cartman from Southpark voice* Yes, I am proud to be a Redneckian American. Now back to eatin' my cheesie poofs.... Val

Val stepped back and watched the young gunslinger mount the majestic beast. She was now close enough to slide back and grab her sport rifle. The rest of the outlaws were all focused on getting their fallen comrade back on his saddle again. However, while their attention was diverted, she retrieved her gun and gave a slight nod to her brother. Enos watched her movements carefully and pulled out his own weapon from the blanket roll that Val packed for him. He cracked the gun open and loaded it. As he did so, he prayed that he wouldn't have to use it. Once his weapon was ready he mounted Justice and approached Val. Whisper followed right behind to where the female trick rider stood. "Ok, Boys... jigs up." Val replied holding her rifle neutrally across her chest and tossing her hair back. "Drop yer weapons! Ya'll are under arrest!" Enos commanded as best he could his shiny star glistened against the brown cloth of his suit jacket. He felt better with his trick shot sister with him but anxiety still hung in his throat, "Please..." "ENOS! Ya don't have to say, Please." She chastised back. "Yes, ya do... it's polite." He reassured then swallowed slightly trying not to let his nerves show. He realized they were grossly out numbered and out guned, even if Val trained with Miss Oakely. The deputy knew his limits and his sisters. He now determined in his own mind that Buffalo Bill was a bad influnce on his sister, especially to make her so bold. "Alright, you are correct brother... Please drop your weapons boys and do what the nice Deputy tells you to." Val reiterated then smiled smugly at them. (cue Chet, or someone on the opposite thread)

I know Capatin.... The answer is The Rainmaker. It's a John Grisham film that was made in 1997. Sonny played Delbert Birdsong and Randy played Billy Porter. However that is not the only John Grishman flick Sonny has ever been in. A year later he was a county sheriff in Grishman's "The Gingerbread Man". Which I felt they could have given him a little bigger part in it. You barely see him and it's only in one small scence, where he tackles the main villian to the ground. I was very disappointed in that movie. Yes, I could see Randy Travis play Enos. However being a die hard Strate fan... No one would be better than Sonny himself. But if we can't have Sonny, I'll accept Randy Travis. Mr. Travis is a good man as well and would be able to fill Enos's shoes. He has the Game Warden's aproval. (Not that he needs it... but ya know. LOL)

Val gave Enos the reins to whisper as they stood at the side of the Doc's home. She put her index finger to her lips and made a quite guester to Enos. Enos nodded back and held the horses while Val snuck on the side of the house. Before she got to far she realized she needed to get something from her horse. She came back to Enos and the horses. "What are you doin' Val? They're gonna get away if ya don't hurry!" Enos whispered to her. She repeated the quite gestuer and pulled a fancy sport rifle from her blanket roll. The rifle had fine engraving on the stock. It was Valerie's own personal show rifle. Then reaching into one of the saddle bags on Whisper she pulled out some bullets for the gun. "I hope I don't need it..." She whispered back then closed the chamber on the rifle. Enos just watched her as she snuck back against the white wash house. She peeked around the corner to see a man with a Red gledding. The man's back was to her but the horse could see her there. She turned back to side of the house and took a deep breath. Setting the gun down out of view on her side of the house, she thought up a plan. Quickly she removed her hat and let down her long brown hair, unbuttoned her lacey collar and straightened herself up to look less 'ridged' and more demour. She then sashaed over to the man with the horse and smiled sweetly, "Oooohhh! Look at that beautiful animal! Oh can I pet him? Can I? Maybe we can go for a ride somewhere." She raised her eyebrows at the man and gave him a special look to see if he would buy what she was selling... even if she really wasn't selling anything. (cue Chet)

(sorry I'm behind all, but I think see an opening and a way to catch up with ya if you'll have me, ) The Strate twins stood on the boardwalk of Rhuebottom's General Store. It was just yesterday when they witnessed the wild gunslinging that took place on this very road. The memory played back in Valerie's mind as the image of Rosco and her brother walking up to the fallen Duke boy and the young girl who shed tears for him. Supposely he lived, but how his condition was now, folks weren't sure. Now as the dawn's light was past and into mid morn, the twins had roomed at the saloon for the night and get some supplies for home, maybe find clues as to who stollen Val's ear rings, all in the morning. As they tied their horses to the rail of the boardwalk and dismounted, a posse of ombres came kicking up dust down the road. The men came from the direction of the Sheriff's office and some of them looked fimilar. One of the larger ones shouted out, " They got Jericho!" Then another shouted back, "We'll get him on the way out!" The posse then turned back to Doc Applebee's office. Val turned to her brother, "Did you just see what I just saw?" "I think I seen what you said you seen you saw..." Enos blurbed back. Val gave him a look then shook her head, " I think that was those badies from yesterday, that were with Chet." "Possumonagumbush! Yer right Val. Those are the badies from yesterday, that were with Chet." Enos exclaimed. "Ok quit that, it's gettin' a little anoying." Val replied. "Quit what?" Enos shrugged. Val sighed and grabbed Enos's hand, "Come on! I think they might be trying to get Chet." The pair untied their horses then road them down the street to the Doc's home. They dismounted. (More in a bit, just give me about 4 hours, I got a class to go to and I'll be back)

Good luck Doc! I totally understand your situtation. Hang tough, and you'll make it back no problem. Take care and good luck on those exams. Val PS You'll always be apart of the Hazzard Sorority!

"Possum on a gumbush! Ya mean there is a horse theif on the loose as well!" Enos exclaimed after he heard Rosco explain about the tellagram of the missing race horses. "Wow, that sure is alot of money. You think they are in Hazzard?" Val asked Rosco. "I had a tip off that they might be. Plus we ran into the cur in the alleyway. So I'm pretty sure we can get'em. Kehee, khee..." Rosco made a grasping motion with his hand. "Well, thank you Sheriff. Oh here is what the earing looks like if you happen to find some one with something like it. They had jade stones." Val replied showing Rosco the clasp. Rosco looked over the clasp quick then bid the Strate's farewell,"Jit, jit... remember there's horse theives out there so hang on to those pretty ponies ya both got." "Yep, we sure hope to Rosco, thanks for the information." Enos replied as the pair were getting ready to leave. (cue anyone)

POSSUM ON A GUMBUSH! I put in my vote. You can already guess what it is too. That would so rock if the Enos series was released as an add on to the next Dukes DVD. If that's the case, I want to officially put my order down for the second season! Wooohoo, that's awesome. Thanks for the tip Dukesfan and thanks Capt. for the yes vote. Come on people drum up some support for Enos!

*cringes at rusty pliers* Eeek, I hate to see what you guys' Vision plan is. Probably a poke in the eye and for glasses you're only aloud one monoical a year. *chuckles*

Of course, I've look at geeenie-olgy mayself as well. And durrin' the time of the civil war... MY great, great, great, great... (ah you get the picture), parents were in GERMANY! So does that make me a Nazi!? I mean come on... *falls off of chair laughing* Maybe I'm related to Shultz from Hogan's Hero's. Hey, maybe MA would know... *yells* MA! Can you figure my silly tail out?

Valerie took in a deep breath as she helped the gambler up to her saddle with a outstreched hand. Soon the four were headed toward town again. Some how the butterflies wouldn't quit fluttering in her stomach. "So um, is it alright if we drop you off at the saloon? We're heading into town to talk to some folks and will be passing by there." Val asked her passagner. The gamber nodded as they continued on their way to town. The distance wasn't that far by horse back, but by foot the trip would have gruling. Soon the party was in front of the saloon. Val and Enos allowed their passageners to dismount. Val glance at the gambler and working girl for a moment longer, then waved, "Take care..." With that the twins were headed to the jail to see the Sheriff.

I don't know why everybody's in an uproar about Yankees. Heck they ain't that bad of a baseball team, fact they're pretty good. (Although Kris would say the Cubbies are the best.) *chuckles* (Sorry I had to do that. I couldn't help myself.) Randy Quad is a good choice for the sherriff. I like his work and if he's from Texas, well there ya go. I'm sure he would be able to cover the southern flavor of his role. Plus, I think someone mentioned in another Topic line about Gretchen Wilson being Daisy. I think they are totally right. I don't doubt that Jessica wouldn't be able to do the job but I think Ms. Wilson could do better. Val