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Posted on 12/11/21 at 10:51 pm to CAD703X
Proud to be number 200 upvote...
Posted on 12/11/21 at 10:57 pm to CAD703X
A kid in my neighborhood shot me with a BB gun. My dad sat me on the porch with a boat paddle till the kid walked by again and got me to talk shite to him till he came in the yard to beat his arse with that boat paddle. He stopped on the street but never got in the grass!! Love ol slim for that day
Posted on 12/12/21 at 9:49 pm to CAD703X
We towed a couple of cars at different times, with an old chain and me as the towee and dad leading.
Steering wasn’t working all that well on one occasion, so I’d drift into the oncoming lane at times, with 18 wheelers whizzing by occasionally.
Steering wasn’t working all that well on one occasion, so I’d drift into the oncoming lane at times, with 18 wheelers whizzing by occasionally.
Posted on 12/12/21 at 10:18 pm to roberma
Quote: Ended up with a treble hook in my ear
Better you ear than your eye
Better you ear than your eye
This post was edited on 12/12/21 at 10:20 pm
Posted on 12/12/21 at 10:36 pm to SUB
quote:
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.
My dad made me do something similar. He used to get free dirt from the city that was left over and they would dump it in our front yard. Every day after school, my brother and I would have to transport said dirt and "fill the low spots in the back yard". We literally had to put air in the wheelbarrow tire every single trip.
When I told my dad about the tire, he said "Son, when I was your age, I didn't have a wheelbarrow or a shovel, I had to move dirt with my bare hands". I also had a full time summer job every year from 14-17 making $100 a week. That's working every day except Sunday and I never worked less than 10 hours per day. My dad took half my pay and "deposited" in a separate account so I would have money when I graduated. So, in reality, I should have had around $600 or so and when I asked about the money when I graduated, he pissed and moaned and handed me $200.
Probably why I despise manual labor today.
Posted on 12/29/21 at 7:18 pm to tigerfoot
One of those big ole plastic straws with the ridges down the whole length, that you used to blow through to make sounds. Haven't seen those things in a long time.
This post was edited on 12/29/21 at 7:25 pm
Posted on 12/29/21 at 7:20 pm to Jumpinjack
He had a lot of friends who served in different branches, but no, he was just always a little hardcore and didn't want to have a puss for a son.
This post was edited on 12/29/21 at 7:26 pm
Posted on 12/29/21 at 7:28 pm to CAD703X
Dad had heavy equipment.
I had to clean so much mud out of dozers and trackhoes. Grease them up. But the worst was when a dozer would throw a track.
There’s one pin in the track called the lynchpin. It’s the one that comes out and where you reconnect it to put the loose track back on the gears.
Well, to put it back in involves beating that pin back into the hole. When I say it “comes out”…it’s a ridiculously tight fit.
To get it back in, I’d have to hold this pin aligned with this hole, with the tracks bound in place with chains and come-alongs.
And I’d have to hold this pin, while my dad swung a 20 LB maul at this 2” pin.
Terrified me. But, to his credit, the old man never missed. Impresses me to this day. Gods he was strong. And his aim was true. Guess he had to be, could have taken my head off
I had to clean so much mud out of dozers and trackhoes. Grease them up. But the worst was when a dozer would throw a track.
There’s one pin in the track called the lynchpin. It’s the one that comes out and where you reconnect it to put the loose track back on the gears.
Well, to put it back in involves beating that pin back into the hole. When I say it “comes out”…it’s a ridiculously tight fit.
To get it back in, I’d have to hold this pin aligned with this hole, with the tracks bound in place with chains and come-alongs.
And I’d have to hold this pin, while my dad swung a 20 LB maul at this 2” pin.
Terrified me. But, to his credit, the old man never missed. Impresses me to this day. Gods he was strong. And his aim was true. Guess he had to be, could have taken my head off
Posted on 12/29/21 at 7:30 pm to Mafru1984
I shot one of my friends with my new red ryder for some reason when I was about 9. My dad found out and broke it over his knee in front of me and gave me a loong speech about gun control. It was good for me.
Posted on 12/29/21 at 7:34 pm to kaleidoscoping
quote:
One of those big ole plastic straws with the ridges down the whole length, that you used to blow through to make sounds. Haven't seen those things in a long time.
Yeah, the ones from the fair are made to look like a snake. I know what you’re talking about.
Posted on 12/29/21 at 8:10 pm to CAD703X
When I was a kid we would mow the grass at daylight and us kids had to follow behind and catch crickets to go fishing.
Posted on 12/29/21 at 8:51 pm to fr33manator
I can swing a sledge above my head and hit a dime center mass at full force consistently.
I’m not sure I trust myself that much.
Your dads a badass.
I’m not sure I trust myself that much.
Your dads a badass.
This post was edited on 12/29/21 at 8:52 pm
Posted on 12/29/21 at 9:08 pm to Slevin7
Yeah, it really left an impact on me.
I wrote a song about it
Better not miss,
Well when I was coming up,
Daddy worked on big machines,
And I hated when a dozer threw a track,
Cause then time was done for playing,
And We knew just what it’d mean,
Cross the bayou,
With my brothers,
We’d head back,
And we knew just what was comin,
And it wouldn’t be no fun,
At the Lynchpin swung his hammer,
Weren’t no quit
Til it was done,
I’d hold the pin,
And close my eyes,
And lord I was afraid,
It’s When the game is on the line,
You learn the kind of stuff you’re made,
Of
Well you better not miss,
(Whoa-oh)
If you’re gonna swing the hammer,
When it’s do or die,
Well you better aim sure and true,
My old man taught me this,
(Whoa oh)
Down in South Louisiana,
If there’s something worth doin,
Then you ride for ruin,
Don’t stop until you’re through,
Cause one shot’s
All ya got
That’s how they’ll remember you,
Well years go by, oh,
From Ohio,
Young man came to LSU,
Overlooked,
But on him someone took a chance,
It was the fall,
I still recall,
At Texas, 3rd and 17,
Joe threw through the defenders,
Into waiting hands,
Yeah we won the game,
And what became,
Is History you know,
But 2019,
Doesn’t happen,
If Joe doesn’t make that throw,
Well you better not miss,
If you’re gonna swing the hammer,
When it’s do or die,
Yeah you better aim sure and true,
A young man taught me this,
Down in South Louisiana,
If there’s something worth doin,
Then you ride to ruin,
Don’t stop until you’re through,
Cause one shot’s
All ya got
That’s how they’ll remember you,
Now no one writes a story bout a pass,
That’s incomplete,
But one slip of that hammer,
Coulda knocked my to God’s seat,
And if it had, and he asked me,
Just what I wanted then,
I’d look at him and say,
I want those good days back again,
Well you better not miss
If you’re gonna swing the hammer,
When it’s do or die,
Well you better be sure and true,
Yeah a man taught me this,
Down in South Louisiana,
If there’s something worth doin,
Then you ride for ruin,
Don’t stop until you’re through,
Cause one shot’s
All ya got
That’s how they’ll remember you,
I wrote a song about it
Better not miss,
Well when I was coming up,
Daddy worked on big machines,
And I hated when a dozer threw a track,
Cause then time was done for playing,
And We knew just what it’d mean,
Cross the bayou,
With my brothers,
We’d head back,
And we knew just what was comin,
And it wouldn’t be no fun,
At the Lynchpin swung his hammer,
Weren’t no quit
Til it was done,
I’d hold the pin,
And close my eyes,
And lord I was afraid,
It’s When the game is on the line,
You learn the kind of stuff you’re made,
Of
Well you better not miss,
(Whoa-oh)
If you’re gonna swing the hammer,
When it’s do or die,
Well you better aim sure and true,
My old man taught me this,
(Whoa oh)
Down in South Louisiana,
If there’s something worth doin,
Then you ride for ruin,
Don’t stop until you’re through,
Cause one shot’s
All ya got
That’s how they’ll remember you,
Well years go by, oh,
From Ohio,
Young man came to LSU,
Overlooked,
But on him someone took a chance,
It was the fall,
I still recall,
At Texas, 3rd and 17,
Joe threw through the defenders,
Into waiting hands,
Yeah we won the game,
And what became,
Is History you know,
But 2019,
Doesn’t happen,
If Joe doesn’t make that throw,
Well you better not miss,
If you’re gonna swing the hammer,
When it’s do or die,
Yeah you better aim sure and true,
A young man taught me this,
Down in South Louisiana,
If there’s something worth doin,
Then you ride to ruin,
Don’t stop until you’re through,
Cause one shot’s
All ya got
That’s how they’ll remember you,
Now no one writes a story bout a pass,
That’s incomplete,
But one slip of that hammer,
Coulda knocked my to God’s seat,
And if it had, and he asked me,
Just what I wanted then,
I’d look at him and say,
I want those good days back again,
Well you better not miss
If you’re gonna swing the hammer,
When it’s do or die,
Well you better be sure and true,
Yeah a man taught me this,
Down in South Louisiana,
If there’s something worth doin,
Then you ride for ruin,
Don’t stop until you’re through,
Cause one shot’s
All ya got
That’s how they’ll remember you,
This post was edited on 12/29/21 at 9:10 pm
Posted on 12/29/21 at 9:19 pm to CAD703X
Let me drive his POS Pinto around my grandparents' neighborhood when I was 8.
Posted on 12/29/21 at 9:20 pm to CAD703X
During gas rationing...even numbered plates could get gas on even calendar days and odd numbered plates could get gas on odd numbered days...dad had me changes plates everyday during a month long US vacation, so we could always fill-up.
Had me fight older guys who abused younger siblings and then he handled their parents.
Had me fight older guys who abused younger siblings and then he handled their parents.
This post was edited on 12/29/21 at 9:22 pm
Posted on 12/29/21 at 9:35 pm to CAD703X
Too many to recount. One example: Shooting rabbits at night off the hood of his car as he drove down country roads in Tangipohoa.
Posted on 12/29/21 at 10:42 pm to CAD703X
What a great thread, brought back many memories! The only one mine did that hasn’t already been mentioned is when I was about ten we were going down to Mexico In a truck. It was a single cab so we couldn’t all fit in the cab comfortably, so my brother and I rode in the back of a truck from Mobile To Mexico. Fairly certain that would be frowned upon thes days. 
Posted on 12/29/21 at 10:45 pm to fly2fish
quote:
The only one mine did that hasn’t already been mentioned is when I was about ten we were going down to Mexico In a truck. It was a single cab so we couldn’t all fit in the cab comfortably, so my brother and I rode in the back of a truck from Mobile To Mexico. Fairly certain that would be frowned upon thes days.
This is basically some Ernest Hemingway shite
Posted on 12/29/21 at 10:55 pm to CAD703X
My dad pulled us on a kneeboard behind a 4-wheeler through the ditch after a very heavy rain. It’s all fun and games till you hit a floating fire ant colony.
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