#hatchet

Nobody ever forgets where he buried the hatchet. ↗

— Kin Hubbard

#ever #forgets #hatchet #nobody #where

I felt invincible. My strength was that of a giant. God was certainly standing by me. I smashed five saloons with rocks before I ever took a hatchet. ↗

— Carry Nation

#certainly #ever #felt #five #giant

I finally had to go to the American Civil Liberties Union here in northern California to get my reply published to what I considered to be a hatchet job done by Stanley Crouch. ↗

— Ishmael Reed

#california #civil #civil liberties #considered #crouch

I nurtured my dinomania with documentaries, delighted in the dino-themed B movies I brought home from the video store, and tore up my grandparents' backyard in my search of a perfect Triceratops nest. Never mind that the classic three-horned dinosaur never roamed central New Jersey, or that the few dinosaur fossils found in the state were mostly scraps of skeletons that had been washed out into the Cretaceous Atlantic. My fossil hunter's intuition told me there just had to be a dinosaur underneath the topsoil, and I kept excavating my pit. That is, until I got the hatchet out of my grandfather's toolshed and tried to cut down a sapling that was in my way. My parents bolted out of the house and put a stop to my excavation. Apparently, I hadn't filled out the proper permits before I started my dig. ↗

— Brian Switek

#dinosaur #excavation #hatchet #paleontologist #triceratops

There's no point in burying a hatchet if you're going to put up a marker on the site. ↗

— Sydney J. Harris

#going #hatchet #no point #point #put