re: What do you consider to be the "good ole days"?

Good picture Downshift.

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My mom remembers getting electricity.

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My dad would tell me of when they got electricity. And non dirt floors when they built a new house in the 40's.

Eta- although I'm not sure if he would have been old enough to remember no electricity. I think pow pow told me that came in the early 40's. Dad would have been just 2-3 years old.

1990-1996. College years. Officiating football Tues-Friday...Watching college football on Sat, NFL on Sunday....Working around the house with the ole man...learning stuff from him daily.

Duck hunting every chance I got..even if it meant skipping classes. Fishing on Big Lake/West Cove/Moss Lake/LNG Term.

Yep..those were the good ole days. Now to get my arse back to SWLA..so I can relive some of my youth!

Before I had to deal with women which for me was like 11. (Neighbors 14 year old horny daughter) Just like a big buck it has never been the same and dangerous

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I had fourwheeler trails everywhere

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You want to know how I know you're a youngster?

Late 80s, early 90s before it went to 6 birds. Back when you had to go to Wax in 2 boats because you might not see anybody else.

Every Friday & Saturday night of my high school life was spent next to a pond with friends, camp fire roaring, line in the water, good country music on the radio. Women normally hung out till midnight then left. I don't think i went to bed before 6 a.m. those three years during the weekend. When the winter months rolled around and fishing wasn't so great we would head out about 2 a.m. and go mudding in fire lanes.

Funny story, a bunch of us decided to go mudding in a friends cut soybean field around 1 a.m. Alcohol was in full force that night, and every truck got buried up to their axles. Another friend took of walking to get his dads tractor about 5 miles away.

While we were waiting a county sheriff pulls up and questions us about some beer bottles being thrown at houses. Surprisingly he never got close enough to smell the alcohol and just took our names and left.

About an hour later our buddy shows up with his dad's tractor to pull us out, we proceed to start on the first truck and the chain comes loose, and flys up and busts the back window out of the cab of the tractor.

We finally get everybody out and head back to drop off the tractor, when we get to the barn we notice it is was on fire. Sucky night having to deal with a dad who was watching his barn burn down, and then had to find out we had busted the back window out of his tractor.

How we never ended up in prison with some of the crap we did I will never know.