re: Most impressive thing you watched your dad do

Put down his pribably 9th or 10th beer, get on a bench for the first time in probably 35 years, bench press 225 3 times, put it back, pick his beer up, and say damn that was hard.

Mine grew up poor with six brothers and sisters on a farm in the country, his mother made them cloths out of feed sacks that they wore to school and they went hungry often.

He hitchhiked to Shreveport and back as a young man to learn a trade then made a good living as an adult, providing a nice home for his family.

And never complained one second about any of it, he was a proud well liked happy guy.

When he died 400+ people came to his viewing.

I saw mine do a lot of very impressive stuff, he could fix anything.
Probably the most impressive to me: He could repair and calibrate the old mechanical type gas pump computers. There were like ten thousand little parts on his bench. Then they would get approved by the state weights and measures inspector.

With a little help from me removing pretty decent sized stumps the old fashioned way, with a shovel and an axe

Get kicked by a horse then mow the grass and start raking the grass. About halfway through raking he gave up and had my mom bring him to the hospital. 3 broken ribs and a permanent hoof print that’s still on his back to this day 30 plus years later.

A few days later he was offshore and had massive bruise on the front of his body from being kicked in the back

Indeed I do

He was a drunk POS.
True cowboy. Pro rodeo clown. Trained horses. Tough as frick! Saw him punch a horse after being bucked off. The horse actually got weak in the knees for a little while after he punched in in the jaw.

Too bad he wasn't marooned on Gilligan's Island.

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Saw him punch a horse

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Pawpaw beat a cow senseless with a pecan limb one time. 7 or 8 year old me thought that was the most amazing thing ever.

My dad was a seismic engineer, spent most of his career on the oil rigs. He is a big old baw, and a tough son of a bitch.

We have a family tradition at events where everyone tries to throw everyone else into the pool. It's friendly, everyone is already planning to swim anyway, but the smaller and younger get picked off first.

My dad was the last man standing. Five us tried to throw him in. It didn't work. We did everything, and he wrestled and fended us off like it was his last stand. We finally gave up after 10 minutes, and he jumped into the pool on his own.

I knew my dad was strong and tough, but watching him single handily fend off all of us, I knew he was a baw.

He is still alive, in his 70s, still going strong. He passed by my house last week just to say hi, and then proceeded to help me fix my weedeater. No idea how he knew it was broken, or how to fix it. Old man intution I guess.