Peel an apple like a man…
Chef Jasper van Ramshorst has figured out the best way to peel an apple is to plug it into a power drill.
This is how it makes me feel.
Chef Jasper van Ramshorst has figured out the best way to peel an apple is to plug it into a power drill.
This is how it makes me feel.
OK. Pardon the language in this video..
but note… there’s a difference between MANLY and STUPID.
Jumping off buildings in the city? Well.. I’ll let you decide which is which….
BTW – this article has the end result:
Vladimir Putin wants to improve the physical fitness of Russians of all ages, and to achieve that he has turned to the era of brutal dictator Joseph Stalin for inspiration.
On Monday, he announced that a Stalinist fitness program from the 1930s, called “Ready for Labor and Defense,” will be revived and funded by leftover cash from the Sochi Winter Olympics.
Click here to view original web page at time.com
Vlad is the manliest of manly… or at least – that’s definitely what his Ministry of the Press would like to convey. I do not like Stalin, and I don’t particularly like Putin… I also don’t like mandated government fitness programs… however… I think the generation of strong men that this program raises up will be much stronger then Michelle Obama’s protege’s. What say you?
PS. Real men aren’t afraid to cry a little.
Click here to view original web page at www.artofmanliness.com
TRUTH is the rock foundation of every great character. It is loyalty to the right as we see it; it is courageous living of our lives in harmony with our ideals; it is always—power.
Truth ever defies full definition. Like electricity it can only be explained by noting its manifestation. It is the compass of the soul, the guardian of conscience, the final touchstone of right. Truth is the revelation of the ideal; but it is also an inspiration to realize that ideal, a constant impulse to live it.
I’ve been in a handful of small planes. My best friend in high school used to take me up in two and four seaters for fun.
But I’m no pilot. I’m guessing a good pilot might look at this landing and say, “Pshaw! I’ve stuck worse landing than that!” I don’t know….
I don’t know if this pilot was a man or a woman, but I do know they had courage.
All I know is when I see this landing, I’m reminded that courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the persistence to work through the fear.
What does it take to be a “good” man? How do we recognize a “good” man? Is it how they are dressed? The best shoes or shirt? Is it how eloquently they speak or how much money they make? I will make this a very short answer. NO! You can talk about being a good man, you can even try to look the part. However, talking about being a good man doesn’t make you one. It takes action and motivation to become something more.
I asked my 14-year-old son Koda what his definition of a “goods” man was, and here was his reply. “A good man is one who is made like a building. However, every good building needs a good foundation. That foundation can consist of many things (some good, some bad). The foundation needs to be based in faith, family, and friends. Atop the foundation is what makes up the man, the supporting beams, outside structure, and whatever is inside of the building. A good building is able to protect what’s inside of it, and will do so at any cost, even at the risk of its own integrity, as a good man should. However, what’s inside the “building”, so to speak? Inside the building is a man’s heart, and whatever it contains (friends, family, faith, and anything else that the man loves). A good example is my grandfather on my mother’s side. He served his country in WWII, earning no less than 3 purple heart awards, given to those who protected their country at all costs. That is what I think of when a “good” man is mentioned.”
After he was done explaining, Koda turned to me and asked the same question, to which I replied, “When I think of a good man, I think of my dad. He worked 16-hour days for the majority of my childhood, taking care of my entire family (a family of 7, total)”. As I was thinking of my father, I remembered a story from my childhood. When I was 8-years-old, we went to visit my grandmother. She lived back in the woods (thick woods, at that!). My brother and I decided that we would go exploring. As we went further into the woods, we lost both track of time, and the path back home. It wasn’t very long afterward that it began to get dark. As the Sun began to set, I became more and more frightened. I didn’t want to admit my fears to my brother, but I had never been as scared in my life. We turned around, and headed back in the direction which we thought led back home. As we continued to walk, we realized that we had been walking in circles. My brother and I sat down, and just as we were about to cry, I heard my father’s voice calling out for us. He made the choice to come and find us. He didn’t wait for us to get more lost, but found us as quickly as he could. Being a man is made up of choices. Some choices are good, and some are not. However, a good man learns from the ones which are not.
As we face the choices every day, we must put our wanting to be a good man into action. Being a good man does not happen overnight, nor is it a passive attribute. You must choose to be a good man, at all times. It’s easy to make the wrong choices, and it’s easy to lead yourself off of the path which you wish to lead, but it’s the ability to put yourself back on this path that makes a good man.
A good man doesn’t always do what is easy or most popular, but a good man will always strive to do what is best.
This guy might not LOOK manly, but it takes some major testicles to french kiss a cobra.)
This guest post is from Rob Giebel, one of our Manlihood friends in Potter County, PA.
With four hours of sleep under my belt, I headed to town to meet up with my hunting buddy Justin for a coyote and crow hunt. It was a beautiful morning, the sun was shining and it was a fairly comfortable twenty degrees. This is warm compared to the cold temperatures we have been enduring throughout this brutal winter.
As we reached our chosen hunting spot, we could see a flock of crows fly overhead as we pulled in. We both felt that we were in for a good day. As we set out across the snowy field, I had a flash back to my childhood and the days when I was light enough to walk on top of the snow. I haven’t been able to do that in many years, until today. The crust on the top layer of snow was enough to hold my weight, most of the time. The first time I broke through that top layer I was up to my knees in snow and it snapped me back to the present. Once we reached the wood line that we planned to take cover in, we quickly found a perfect spot to setup. There was a cluster of branches that seemed almost as if they were placed there by someone as a sort of natural blind. It even came equipped with a horizontal branch that was perfect as a shooting rest.
Once we got settled in, I turned on the cottontail in distress call and it’s eery sound filled the air. We were ready for action. We waited, listened, and scanned the field for movement. We saw nothing. We continued to be patient as we hoped for a coyote or some crows to be attracted to our call, but they didn’t show up. I enjoyed watching some chickadees chirping and fluttering throughout the branches just above my head as we continued to wait. Still, there was no sign of any of the game we had come looking for. Finally, as we we were just about to give up, we heard some crows off in the distance. We decided to sit a bit longer in hopes that they would hear the call and come to investigate. Another half an hour passed, and the crows sounded no closer to our location. We decided to bail out and try another spot.
From past experiences in archery, I had a bad feeling about this because we have left our stands early before and walked up on deer that were heading our way as we are leaving the woods. Despite my concerns, I didn’t speak up and we headed to the truck. Just as we were loading our gear into the truck, the flock of crows flew out over the field, directly over the spot where the call had just been removed. Foiled again by our aggressive attempt to get on some quarry. A lesson learned, once again. Next time I’ll be sure to go with my gut feeling and stick it out a bit longer.
The day wasn’t a total loss by any means though. I got to spend the day with my best friend, in the outdoors, doing what I love. There is no substitute for time spent in the outdoors. It was a good day.
Rob Giebel is an avid Outdoorsman who spends his free time hunting and fishing the PA Wilds.