The Original O'l Farts Club.

[SubGirl]

Good morning everyone. Gonna be another hot one today and all week with heat index up to 105. I have to do touch up paint on my shutters where they scraped them a little installing the door plus I still need to paint the threshold bottom part. That shouldn’t take to long before I come back in to do some inside chores.
‘Hope everyone has a nice day and stays on the cool side somehow.

 

[Dime]

Good morning everyone

 

[bigsur51]

Good morning….washing the Nissan truck this morning while it is cool…

but first , coffee

 

[OleReynard]

Still limping and wencing in pain.
Not quite sure what all I did here, me and ladders don't seem to get along much anymore, that's OK thou I'm fuckin tired of them.

Spilt dry coffee this morning really pussed me off.
Not quite positive what's going on with the foot.
Started on the left side of left foot, I think I rolled it underneath the rest if the foot.
Trying to get my fat ass off the ground do you realize how tough it is to get off the ground? It's a bitch
So then my heel spur and tendon under my foot are acting up, ladder work and tip toes.
Big toe acts like it got into this sequence also, actually whole foot swollen now.
BUT it is getting better?

Been raining off and on here last couple days, very humid conditions

 

[Unca Walt]

@Dime -- That happened to a LOT of Liberty ships in WWII. They were slapped together at a rate you just cannot understand without seeing it.

The SS Robert E. Peary was built in 4 days, 15 hours, 26 minutes from the time the keel was laid down.

Just imagine the (*ahem*) strict quality control on bad welds, cold shuts, etc. Now put that huge ship (laden with Sherman tanks) in the howling winter's icy North Sea.

When the ship splits apart (sometimes sideways instead of broken back) every sailor aboard is dead.

Convoys did not stop for ships that fell out.

 

[giggy]

Morning everybody

 

[Unca Walt]

Just waiting for my daughter to get ready for the gym and swim this morning - and I wonder how many hours/days/months or even years of my life I have spent waiting for women/girls to sort themselves out - before we go out - I even told my daughter to be ready by 11am - and now it's 11.19am - so that's another 20 minutes added to the score at least - 'cos she's still not ready - lol

It has to do with clocks, I think. My Red Witch is a polar opposite; if I am susposed to take her to a doctor's appointment for 10:30... and the Dr's office is 11 minutes away...

We have to leave by 9:15.

 

[SubGirl]

Good morning @giggy Nice to see you here. How are you feeling?

 

[Gray Wolf]

Original chain saw.

 

[Gray Wolf]

Early bike design:

 

[Gray Wolf]

Industrial revolution bike:

 

[Putembk]

Morning OFC. Word of the day….SMOKEY…. Four wildfires currently burning in Colorado. Closest one is practically in my back yard.

 

[Unca Walt]

Early bike design:

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We had a rug beater like the bluish one in the left part of the pic. It was my job to whack the sand out of the rugs. Fun job for a kid.

 

[flower~power]

Early bike design:

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Gotta love that wood frame in front of a log cabin… my mind works in mysterious ways reminds me of lyrics from the Grateful Dead song >>>
Brown-eyed women and red grenadine,
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down,
And it looks like the old man's getting on.
Tumble down shack in Big Foot county.
Snowed so hard that the roof caved in.
Delilah Jones went to meet her God,
And the old man never was the same again.
Daddy made whiskey and he made it well.
Cost two dollars and it burned like hell.
I cut hickory just to fire the still,
Drink down a bottle and be ready to kill.

 

[Putembk]

Busy day here. Plant needs trimming and more perp work for the carpet install. Better drink extra caffeine

 

[D. B. Doober]

I'm doing my morning 3 Mile Walk. I have Metallica tomorrow.

 

[Gray Wolf]

We had a rug beater like the bluish one in the left part of the pic. It was my job to whack the sand out of the rugs. Fun job for a kid.

Not to be confused with the later wife beaters, which are worn.

 

[Gray Wolf]

 

[Unca Walt]

I saw this (video above) and thought: "Meh. I done worser." Even wrote a magazine article about it. Forgive the "country" talk. It was the editor speaking. To assuage my ego, I got the cover.

The Hawgfight At High Noon​

© Walt C. Snedeker​

And now... for the hawg hunt story that very nearly din' git writ...

This one wuz dang close!

Ole Hatchet-Puss Charlie (you could use his face to split kinding) an' Your Humble Obdn't &tc were up in the Low Country of South Carolina. Low Country is real-estate talk fer swamp. Right near the ocean. Even the creeks have tides, and they are fresh water. TINS.

We were on an ole railroad bed from the Civil War era. There were no tracks or nuthin', but it was a straight-as-a-string berm wide enough for a dirt road that went right through the swamp.

Charlie dropped me off (I had a folding chair and my honkin' huge black powder rifle -- it is .58 cal and shoots 555 grain bullets). Note that a 30.06 shoots 150 grain bullets, folks.

This is a BIG gun. Hawg gun.

So I sits there on my foldin' chair inna 100 degree sunshine (the onliest way to find shade would be to lift yer foot an look under it). Been there about 30 minutes, when I saw a deer about 200 feet away, munching on the grass in the middle of the railroad dirt road thingy. It was NOT deer season.

Bored, I figgered I'd go a-sneakin' to see how close I could get. Now, the funny part is, there ain't no cover on toppa an ole railroad track, as you might imagine. And as far as you could see, there was a big ditch on either side of the berm, full of black, icky water. Can't you just picture the pore bastids a hunnerd and fifty years ago in the blazin' sun, diggin' that by hand? YIKES.

Waal, Pilgrims... Ah got about 75 feet away, and I noticed that on the far side of the deer, there were two big oinks!!

So I keeps on a-sneakin', trying to get a shot (damn' deer wuz inna way). Finally, the deer noticed this haggard-lookin' sweaty thing a-sneakin', takes a good look...

...and bolts away, right over the top of the oinks. Oh dear. The oinks run offa the berm and into the thick swamp. So I sits right down there amongst the chiggers and waits.

For a half-hour. That is all my patience is good for to do anything. I creaks up to a standin' and creakin' position, and turns around to go back to my chair.

AW JEEZ!!

Right there by my chair, is a big, BIG oink! He had circled around me inna jungle, and came up right where I had been a-sittin' and a-sweatin'! He goes all stiff, lookin' at me... and I kin see he is about to do a Jesse Owens. So I brings up my cannon, and cuts loose with a wing shot. Damn' thing knocked me on my ass as usual, but I see Porky go down, squealin'. YAY!

Then he gits up a-runnin'. BOO!

I throw down my gun (black powder, d'ysee, no good fer two shots) and start runnin' after the hawg. It had tumbled down offa the berm, run through the black water, and was climbing (somewhat awkwardly) the slope on the other side.

So, with the knife that The Fabled PC had given me fer Christmas in my hand, I went chargin' after him through the icky. I could see that I'd hit him inna head, but the bullet had bounced off (he turned to look as I fired), traveled under his hide, and broke his front leg. Reached out and grabbed his hind leg.

BAD MOVE!!!!!!!

REALLY bad move. I am serial, here.

That damn' hawg spun totally around in a tenth of a second and charged. He hit me inna chest (remember: I wuz down a steep slope from him). Down goes Unca Waltie, sliding into the stank until my head went under the black water. Drank some. Peeyoo!. That sucks, so I heaved my head up, and there was the oink... standing on my chest, one inch from my face, and greatly annoyed!

With my left hand, I grabbed his ear, with my right, I made a slash with my skinnin' knife. Made a six-inch gash across his forehead, and he didn't even bleed. Dang. Tried again, and made him bleed from a five inch cut to his jowl. About this time, he nailed me inna left forearm with his tusk. Twice. Owdang, Ow!!

I could see he wuz gonna do fer me, so I stabbed with the knife right into the bullethole in his head. He squealed and took off... with my knife. I wuz a dead man if'n I lost that sucker, so... I spun my legs around and down, and got up outa the yukky black goo. My expensive varilux glasses were somewhere in the water... screw it -- after Porky!!

(An aside here: Yeah, I know... stoopit. And crazy.)

Chargin' up the slope after piggy with my knife, I caught up with him inna thick brambles (ow oo dang ow oo). He turned and charged. I only have one good leg (my left knee is completely homemade and sets off airport alarms). But I stood on the bad leg and timed my kick with t’other one. Got him right onna knife. We both went down, with my left leg under his neck, my left arm around his head (that's when he nearly took my left hand ring finger off with his razor tusk), and my right leg over his back.

I grabbed my knife outa the skull, and began whackin' everything that looked like Porky. After several minutes, to quote that guy from "Romancing The Stone", he "just died in my arms".

I lay there pantin', well, actually wheezin'... I wuz completely outa pants. I was totally covered in guts and blood -- both mine and Porky's. I had two large holes in my forearm, and my ring finger was sliced half off. Porky, meanwhile had donated at least a fair half-gallon of gore onto me. TINS.

Charlie, who'd heard the ruckus from 200 yards away comes runnin' up... he takes one look and says:

"Jezus, Walt!! You look like something from "Apocalypse Now" -- Don't get in my truck!!!"

Ya gotta appreciate a guy like that.

On the good side, he found my glasses.
--30--

Somewhere I have a photo of that oink. No promises. I'll go look. time.... found it. My left arm and hand are bandaged. The oink has a cut throat and is leaking. Oh. And that is The Knife. I still have it, so Herself has not punished me:

 

[giggy]

Good morning @giggy Nice to see you here. How are you feeling?

Hey subbie, I feel ok just can't seem to get the knee to stop draining, it is either clear or bloody no pus. Doctor says there is no infection, so I'm still trying.