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Mike from AB

Congrats MScott on reaching HoF!

Punkin

Freaking awesome dude! Big congrats
EMBRACE THE SUCK

If your gonna be dumb you gotta be tough

Are you gonna quit dipping, or are you gonna slide your tampon in?

duathman

Today the HOF train heads to Bishop California to pick up Mscott. This single Wildland Firefighter started dipping when he was 16 says he enjoys hunting and driving his Dodge Ram- something that he plans to do to celebrate his induction into the HoF. He also wanted us to contact the coroner should something go wrongÃ,…
Mscott says the most inspirational person on KTC has been Cdaniels who got him to flush 4 cans one night on chat and he hasnÃ,’t looked back since. Great Job Mscott! Keeping on adding those +1s!

mrs.cdaniels

Quote from: cdaniels
Quote from: mscottStarted dipping a little in high school. I can remember when I hated it, how it would make my stomach upset and even the smell of a can opening in a truck would make my stomach turn... but my friends were doing it so I FORCED myself to take it. I started liking it, then needing it, then came a point where if you saw me I probably had a dip in. After high school I went into wild land firefighting and if you have been around it before you know how many of those guys/girls dip, you cant get away from the stuff. To me dipping was second nature, and whatever I did had to be planned around it. Going hunting... better make sure I have an extra can. On a fire for 2 weeks... better have 3 logs.

In the last couple months I started noticing changes. I was taking longer dips(3-4 hours) more often. And the more I dipped the less it satisfied to the point where I would just chain dip all fucking day only taking it out to eat. This really started to bother me because up until that point I had not realized how much I was addicted and how much it owned me.
So a week ago today I stumbled on this site and went into the chat room. Started talking to a couple guys about my addiction and an hour later I had spit the shit out and flushed 4 cans down the toilet. I live an hour away from the nearest can for sale so this was a HUGE thing for me to do. That's when I realized that I finally HATED how it was controlling my life and that I could quit if I actually wanted to. So it has been a week and I am feeling pretty fuckin good. Craves are starting to be less and not last as along. There is an awesome group of guys (and gals, mrs.cdaniels) on here who have been extremely supportive and I now this is not rocket surgery, it is definitely possible. I just had to hate first... being quit one day at a time.
proud to be apart of your quit. Damn proud of you Matt.
Im so damn proud of u mscott.. And proud to be quit with u!!

cdaniels

Quote from: mscottStarted dipping a little in high school. I can remember when I hated it, how it would make my stomach upset and even the smell of a can opening in a truck would make my stomach turn... but my friends were doing it so I FORCED myself to take it. I started liking it, then needing it, then came a point where if you saw me I probably had a dip in. After high school I went into wild land firefighting and if you have been around it before you know how many of those guys/girls dip, you cant get away from the stuff. To me dipping was second nature, and whatever I did had to be planned around it. Going hunting... better make sure I have an extra can. On a fire for 2 weeks... better have 3 logs.

In the last couple months I started noticing changes. I was taking longer dips(3-4 hours) more often. And the more I dipped the less it satisfied to the point where I would just chain dip all fucking day only taking it out to eat. This really started to bother me because up until that point I had not realized how much I was addicted and how much it owned me.
So a week ago today I stumbled on this site and went into the chat room. Started talking to a couple guys about my addiction and an hour later I had spit the shit out and flushed 4 cans down the toilet. I live an hour away from the nearest can for sale so this was a HUGE thing for me to do. That's when I realized that I finally HATED how it was controlling my life and that I could quit if I actually wanted to. So it has been a week and I am feeling pretty fuckin good. Craves are starting to be less and not last as along. There is an awesome group of guys (and gals, mrs.cdaniels) on here who have been extremely supportive and I now this is not rocket surgery, it is definitely possible. I just had to hate first... being quit one day at a time.
proud to be apart of your quit. Damn proud of you Matt.
Quit date 11-20-12
Never again for any reason. I quit for today. Today I live.
http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showtopic=7796
http://www.killthecan.org/facts/contract.asp

mscott

Started dipping a little in high school. I can remember when I hated it, how it would make my stomach upset and even the smell of a can opening in a truck would make my stomach turn... but my friends were doing it so I FORCED myself to take it. I started liking it, then needing it, then came a point where if you saw me I probably had a dip in. After high school I went into wild land firefighting and if you have been around it before you know how many of those guys/girls dip, you cant get away from the stuff. To me dipping was second nature, and whatever I did had to be planned around it. Going hunting... better make sure I have an extra can. On a fire for 2 weeks... better have 3 logs.

In the last couple months I started noticing changes. I was taking longer dips(3-4 hours) more often. And the more I dipped the less it satisfied to the point where I would just chain dip all fucking day only taking it out to eat. This really started to bother me because up until that point I had not realized how much I was addicted and how much it owned me.
So a week ago today I stumbled on this site and went into the chat room. Started talking to a couple guys about my addiction and an hour later I had spit the shit out and flushed 4 cans down the toilet. I live an hour away from the nearest can for sale so this was a HUGE thing for me to do. That's when I realized that I finally HATED how it was controlling my life and that I could quit if I actually wanted to. So it has been a week and I am feeling pretty fuckin good. Craves are starting to be less and not last as along. There is an awesome group of guys (and gals, mrs.cdaniels) on here who have been extremely supportive and I now this is not rocket surgery, it is definitely possible. I just had to hate first... being quit one day at a time.