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re: Name something crazy your dad had you do growing up
Posted on 12/10/21 at 12:57 pm to roberma
Posted on 12/10/21 at 12:57 pm to roberma
quote:damn. That may be less funny than most
My dad had a bite tried to hook the bass. The bait with the treble hook ended up in my ear. He cut a small piece of my ear off to get the hook out. Then right back to fishing.
I have this intense dislike of snakes and as a kid I would point them out while fishing. Guess he got enough of it, grabbed me by the life jacket, dunked me up and down in the Atchafalaya till I quit talking about snakes. Then one time he tossed one in the boat- I ended up on the top of the motor. Still haunts me.
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Posted on 12/10/21 at 1:12 pm to CAD703X
One time when I was 11 or 12 my dad and I set out a trout line in a small lake at our old camp. A few hours after dark I"m half asleep on the couch when dad gets up and says time to go check it. Normally we'd leave it over night but dad had a feeling that it was full of catfish. Get to our john boat that had to be decades old and start paddling out. It's mid august, dark, humid, and mosquitos everywhere. Well dad hits a stump or something and this pos boat starts leaking. "Well hell, hole is at the base of the middle seat. Put your hand on it." I spend the next hour and a half sitting in water at the bottom of the boat with my hand over the hole. Oh and every fish we caught dad would just throw it in the front with me.
Posted on 12/10/21 at 1:17 pm to TygerTyger
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Was this in Baton Rouge?
It was a place in Chattanooga called South Pacific. It's long gone now, but I'll never forget that night...at least the early part of it.
Posted on 12/10/21 at 1:30 pm to CAD703X
From around age 10-14 my pa would wait until it was 95+ degrees and humid out, then drive us out to the local harescramble course, 5 miles long, to go jogging through peat dirt, horseweeds, bogs, woods. He'd give me a 1 min. Head start and if he caught me before we got back to the truck he would tackle me and rub me into the dirt. No Ac in the truck but we did stop to jump in the river on the way home.
One night he came into my bedroom around 11pm dressed in total bdu getup. He was holding my brand new pair of converse shoes that he had spray painted black. painted my face, handed me a straw. And we crawled out through my bedroom window. It was pouring down rain all night. We snuck through the neighborhood, through the woods, to the pond down the road and he made me breath under water through the straw. Good times.
One night he came into my bedroom around 11pm dressed in total bdu getup. He was holding my brand new pair of converse shoes that he had spray painted black. painted my face, handed me a straw. And we crawled out through my bedroom window. It was pouring down rain all night. We snuck through the neighborhood, through the woods, to the pond down the road and he made me breath under water through the straw. Good times.
This post was edited on 12/10/21 at 1:33 pm
Posted on 12/10/21 at 1:41 pm to The Korean
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I spoke Korean
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The Korean
Checks out
Posted on 12/10/21 at 1:45 pm to kaleidoscoping
Lol, was he a Navy SEAL? That run and wrestle sounds familiar.
Posted on 12/10/21 at 1:59 pm to kaleidoscoping
quote:what kind of straw
One night he came into my bedroom around 11pm dressed in total bdu getup. He was holding my brand new pair of converse shoes that he had spray painted black. painted my face, handed me a straw. And we crawled out through my bedroom window. It was pouring down rain all night. We snuck through the neighborhood, through the woods, to the pond down the road and he made me breath under water through the straw. Good times.
Posted on 12/10/21 at 1:59 pm to IamPatman
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Posted on 12/10/21 at 2:11 pm to CAD703X
Didn't have me do it but didn't stop me. Him and his buddies built a subdivision of 2 story houses, with full basements. I used to walk on the roof joists, around age 6, with no safety harnesses. This was around 1979. One of his friends later fell off a house and brought me his back. Leaving him partially paralyzed.
Posted on 12/10/21 at 2:11 pm to CAD703X
I grew up on a lake with a pier that may have been 30 ft wide and maybe 18" off the ground. Me and my brother would shoot enormous water moccasins under that pier.
One day I was fishing with my dads Ambassador and I unscrewed the (+ / -) one too many times and the whole knob came off and fell through deck cracks. My dad told me to get my arse under that deck and not come out until I found that piece (that was the size of a dime). Ive never been more terrified in my life of coming face to face with a moccasin while I scooted around in the weeds under that deck. I looked for 2 days under that deck and couldn't find it. I proposed mowing the lawn for a month instead of sending me back under the deck and fortunately he took the deal.
One day I was fishing with my dads Ambassador and I unscrewed the (+ / -) one too many times and the whole knob came off and fell through deck cracks. My dad told me to get my arse under that deck and not come out until I found that piece (that was the size of a dime). Ive never been more terrified in my life of coming face to face with a moccasin while I scooted around in the weeds under that deck. I looked for 2 days under that deck and couldn't find it. I proposed mowing the lawn for a month instead of sending me back under the deck and fortunately he took the deal.
Posted on 12/10/21 at 2:13 pm to CAD703X
My dad was watching a game that came down to a last second field goal and he asked me if I thought that he would make the kick. I said "yeah, they always make it from that range" so, he challenged me to a $1 bet. It turns out that it was a replay so he already knew that the guy was going to miss. But, the son of a bitch still made me pay him in order to teach me that you always honor your bets. $1 doesn't sound like much, but I was 8 so that was about half of my net worth.
Posted on 12/10/21 at 2:14 pm to shel311
My dad taught us how to play poker when we were young. Then, when we were allowed to go with him to the camp, he gave us money to play 3 card poker against the other camp members. Me and my brother cleaned them out, and we were not allowed to play poker there again. We were about 8 and 11 at the time. 
My dad was always working on something in the shop. On Saturday morning we'd go to my grandma's and he'd go in the shop over there and weld stuff. He made my brother and I pecan guns. Basically a 2" steel pipe with a pipe cap on one end, and he drilled a hole in the pipe cap so the firecracker fuse could go through. Put some wadding in the pipe and load it up with a pecan. It was our own pecan muzzleloaders. We'd have mud clot wars with the neighbors after a big rain. Neighbor had a tree house, we didn't. We started turning the tide of the wars when we brought out the old pecan guns and fire them at the neighbors. The pecans would explode on impact when it hit the side of that tree house. The mud flinging wars always ended shortly after the pecan guns came out, for some reason...
My dad was always working on something in the shop. On Saturday morning we'd go to my grandma's and he'd go in the shop over there and weld stuff. He made my brother and I pecan guns. Basically a 2" steel pipe with a pipe cap on one end, and he drilled a hole in the pipe cap so the firecracker fuse could go through. Put some wadding in the pipe and load it up with a pecan. It was our own pecan muzzleloaders. We'd have mud clot wars with the neighbors after a big rain. Neighbor had a tree house, we didn't. We started turning the tide of the wars when we brought out the old pecan guns and fire them at the neighbors. The pecans would explode on impact when it hit the side of that tree house. The mud flinging wars always ended shortly after the pecan guns came out, for some reason...
This post was edited on 12/10/21 at 2:15 pm
Posted on 12/10/21 at 2:27 pm to CAD703X
I was about 9 years old when my dad was doing repairs on the line running to our septic tank that was leaking. He announced to everyone not to use any water until he said it was good to do so.
Well, time ran on and you know how kids can be...Anyway, I took a big child shite and flushed the toilet. I'm talking right when I pulled the lever it hit me and the fear ran through me. Seconds later I heard my dad screaming "Who the hell flushed a toilet?" He ran upstairs yelling and found it was me. He chewed me good, but didn't whip me. He told me to get a coffee cup and come downstairs. I did and he said "See that, it's your shite that in the hole. I want you to dip out all your shite, piss and water in that hole with that coffee cup and dump it outside cup by cup.
I did it and we have never spoke of it again to this day.
Well, time ran on and you know how kids can be...Anyway, I took a big child shite and flushed the toilet. I'm talking right when I pulled the lever it hit me and the fear ran through me. Seconds later I heard my dad screaming "Who the hell flushed a toilet?" He ran upstairs yelling and found it was me. He chewed me good, but didn't whip me. He told me to get a coffee cup and come downstairs. I did and he said "See that, it's your shite that in the hole. I want you to dip out all your shite, piss and water in that hole with that coffee cup and dump it outside cup by cup.
I did it and we have never spoke of it again to this day.
Posted on 12/10/21 at 2:28 pm to CAD703X
My old man was never really cruel to us, but we were scared to death to disobey (until we became teenagers).
I watched him chase down a wounded deer I shot (muzzleloader - so no quick follow-up shot) and drown it in a creek when I was about 10. When he got done he was pissed at me because he lost his favorite hat in the chase. He made me crawl through briars for an hour looking for it until he gave up.
Grandfather used to let me do some stuff that would be frowned upon now. He used to give us cigarettes to light firecrackers with. Bunch of 5-8 yr old kids running around with cigarettes in the yard. When we'd go behind a tree to take a puff and come out the other side green he would laugh.
He also taught me how to drive his truck when I was 8 or 9. He was so proud he taught me how to drive a stick at that age he made me drive him all around town to show all of his friends.
I watched him chase down a wounded deer I shot (muzzleloader - so no quick follow-up shot) and drown it in a creek when I was about 10. When he got done he was pissed at me because he lost his favorite hat in the chase. He made me crawl through briars for an hour looking for it until he gave up.
Grandfather used to let me do some stuff that would be frowned upon now. He used to give us cigarettes to light firecrackers with. Bunch of 5-8 yr old kids running around with cigarettes in the yard. When we'd go behind a tree to take a puff and come out the other side green he would laugh.
He also taught me how to drive his truck when I was 8 or 9. He was so proud he taught me how to drive a stick at that age he made me drive him all around town to show all of his friends.
Posted on 12/10/21 at 4:27 pm to Scruffy
quote:My son is cleaning up my shop at this very moment! He's bitching about it, too.
He would have Scruffy clean out his shed, then purposely dirty it again so that Scruffy would have to clean it again.
It was a never ending cycle.
Posted on 12/10/21 at 4:33 pm to Darth_Vader
My dad let me and my brother do a lot of questionable things growing up but the one that would have gotten us in the most trouble was that I was the youngest person in my grade and everyone else got their driver's license our sophmore year except me. I was literally the only person without a license.
He said that if everyone else was driving it wouldn't matter for me to be driving, it also kept him from having to drive me and my little brother to school each morning (which was the opposite way of his work). I prolly drove for a solid year without a license.
He said that if everyone else was driving it wouldn't matter for me to be driving, it also kept him from having to drive me and my little brother to school each morning (which was the opposite way of his work). I prolly drove for a solid year without a license.
Posted on 12/10/21 at 5:04 pm to AUriptide
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"See that, it's your shite that in the hole. I want you to dip out all your shite, piss and water in that hole with that coffee cup and dump it outside cup by cup.
What are the odds that antiquetiger later purchased that coffee cup at an estate sale?
Posted on 12/10/21 at 5:12 pm to CAD703X
Maybe 12 years old….coming back from a duck hunt he watched me as I ran a 20’ flatboat onto a mud flat. Never once corrected me. Just said,”push pole is right there. And always stay towards the outside of a turn. Get me a beer before you start pushing.”
A few years later, he refused to help me change the starter on my old truck. I learned what happens when you do not disconnect the battery and allow the wrench to touch both the starter and the frame of the truck. Sparks fly!!
In both instances,”…learned lesson are remembered.”
Miss that guy.
A few years later, he refused to help me change the starter on my old truck. I learned what happens when you do not disconnect the battery and allow the wrench to touch both the starter and the frame of the truck. Sparks fly!!
In both instances,”…learned lesson are remembered.”
Miss that guy.
Posted on 12/10/21 at 5:27 pm to SUB
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Every summer my dad would order a truck load of sand to be dumped in our yard and instruct me to distribute the sand to the "low spots" in the yard. I'd spend the next couple days shoveling sand into a wheelbarrow and finding low spots and smoothing sand over them with a rake.
Somehow...there were always low spots every year
Pretty sure I just learned my brother's TD username
Posted on 12/10/21 at 7:40 pm to lsu777
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no shite dumbass. petroleum eats through stirofoam easily. what kind of dumbass doesnt know that
10 year old Supadave had no idea. But, you probably already knew it all at that age.
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