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Maggie’s What's Your View II
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Is that a Hi-Standard Victor on the middle shelf? In the back? Stored upside down?
Yes, there are 3 Victors (Hamden, Hartford and Houston), 1 Bob Shea 10-X, 2 Citattions, 2 HD Militaries and 2 model B's. The Houston Victor is chambered in .17 High Standard, only 2 ever made.
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I hope you don't get 2 inch hail, that tears up everything, the camper will be toast.
Where are you at?.............I am in Overland Park.............sprinkles........nothing more.......
Sure did. Hammering down for a while yet. Probably quit the other side of stl somewhere. I spent my early years living by the lake just north of poplar bluff
Interesting. I got a weekend place at Wappapello Lake. My best friend grew up around Greenville.
That’s where we live, off Z highway
My uncle still lives there. He’s behind the vfw a little ways
My uncle still lives there. He’s behind the vfw a little ways
It sure is! Loop doesn’t ring a bell. My uncle is a Ward and my other that lives there is Potts. They live on the family farm
"It's Nothing. Just Something I Picked up as a Kid" -
I was just explaining my love for growing and mowing grass to a friend a little bit ago.
I stole a quote from John Prine's lovely song "No Ordinary Blue".
My version is completely out of context to the rest of that song, by the way.
When I was very young my dad let me use the family push mower to cut yards around the neighborhood for spending money. By the end of a summer my white tennis shoes were lime green and my skin was as brown as a chestnut.
I bought my first BB gun from the Western Auto with my grass cutting money.
It was $8.
I remember that because it took me a while to earn $8 profit, and getting that BB gun was a dream come true.
I think Mr. Echols let the tax slide, because I didn't understand why an $8 BB gun cost more than $8. I still hate taxes.
That might have been where it started.
After a few years my dad let me use the riding mower at the Dixie Youth field to mow the ball field when it needed it. He was a coach and we all played ball on his team at one point or another. I would have rather cut grass, fish, or shoot my BB gun, but I played along as best I could. It seemed to make him happy. Well, except that time he let me pitch and I walked 9 straight.
I pitched pretty good in practice, but there wasn't anyone in the stands during practice and it was just us. That made it easier somehow.
Anyway, that riding mower, after several years of humping that old push mower around the neighborhood, was THE SHIT!
I loved it!
It was like going from paper airplanes to making launches and landings off the carrier deck!
It stuck with me. I think for a number of reasons.
For one, my OCD liked to keep the rows even and make things look nice. Of course we didn't have "OCD" back then. I was just a weird kid!
But spending that time on the mower, focused on nothing but mowing grass, frees up the corners of my mind, and somehow that allowed me to think, plan, and dream my life as far ahead as I could see, at least for a 11-12 year old.
I was going to work hard, make my money, and one day I was going to own a piece of property in the country, something like what my grandparents had, which seemed like frontier wilderness back then.
Open land, hardwoods with deer, turkeys, squirrels, and other game for me to hunt with my BB gun.
And a pond. It HAD to have a pond, because a pond within walking distance of your own house is pretty much the best thing you can have!
I still use my mowing time to sort out the this and thats of life.
That has not gone away and I hope it never does.
And yeah, I still have that thing about grass.
It's nothing. Just something I picked up as a kid.
Can I claim them as dependants?
I was just explaining my love for growing and mowing grass to a friend a little bit ago.
I stole a quote from John Prine's lovely song "No Ordinary Blue".
My version is completely out of context to the rest of that song, by the way.
When I was very young my dad let me use the family push mower to cut yards around the neighborhood for spending money. By the end of a summer my white tennis shoes were lime green and my skin was as brown as a chestnut.
I bought my first BB gun from the Western Auto with my grass cutting money.
It was $8.
I remember that because it took me a while to earn $8 profit, and getting that BB gun was a dream come true.
I think Mr. Echols let the tax slide, because I didn't understand why an $8 BB gun cost more than $8. I still hate taxes.
That might have been where it started.
After a few years my dad let me use the riding mower at the Dixie Youth field to mow the ball field when it needed it. He was a coach and we all played ball on his team at one point or another. I would have rather cut grass, fish, or shoot my BB gun, but I played along as best I could. It seemed to make him happy. Well, except that time he let me pitch and I walked 9 straight.
I pitched pretty good in practice, but there wasn't anyone in the stands during practice and it was just us. That made it easier somehow.
Anyway, that riding mower, after several years of humping that old push mower around the neighborhood, was THE SHIT!
I loved it!
It was like going from paper airplanes to making launches and landings off the carrier deck!
It stuck with me. I think for a number of reasons.
For one, my OCD liked to keep the rows even and make things look nice. Of course we didn't have "OCD" back then. I was just a weird kid!
But spending that time on the mower, focused on nothing but mowing grass, frees up the corners of my mind, and somehow that allowed me to think, plan, and dream my life as far ahead as I could see, at least for a 11-12 year old.
I was going to work hard, make my money, and one day I was going to own a piece of property in the country, something like what my grandparents had, which seemed like frontier wilderness back then.
Open land, hardwoods with deer, turkeys, squirrels, and other game for me to hunt with my BB gun.
And a pond. It HAD to have a pond, because a pond within walking distance of your own house is pretty much the best thing you can have!
I still use my mowing time to sort out the this and thats of life.
That has not gone away and I hope it never does.
And yeah, I still have that thing about grass.
It's nothing. Just something I picked up as a kid.
Can I claim them as dependants?
@Tucker301, some of those lines arent straight.
You might think about getting a gps controller like @Foul Mike once mentioned he had on his tractor to plant straight rows a mile long......
And FYI. It is CDO. So its alphabetized like it should be!
Have a sip of whiskey and go ban 1J. He hasnt had one in a bit.......
You might think about getting a gps controller like @Foul Mike once mentioned he had on his tractor to plant straight rows a mile long......
And FYI. It is CDO. So its alphabetized like it should be!
Have a sip of whiskey and go ban 1J. He hasnt had one in a bit.......
They fit more into the safe that way, alternating one facing in and one facing out.
2350 miles in 50 hours... I used to do it in 40....
Getting old IS tough......?
Shit on that! How many gallons did you end up burning?
Wish I was at 2K RPM @ 70 MPH. 4.30 gearing hurts at speed! I sit at around 2.3K RPM @ 70 MPH (with the factory 35" tall tires). Anything over 75 MPH and it's really turning over.
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It was nice of Ford to put 3.73 gears in the duallys. It’s actually almost exactly 2k at 75mph. I try to keep them under 70 with tires that I don’t know the history of. It was right around 230 gallons for the trip. I have a 50gallon tank in the bed so it’s nice to be able to shop around for the best fuel price on these trips.
My view out my front door a couple days ago. My daughter said it looked like something out of Jurassic Park.
Stay safe over there - keep an eye out.
I use RadarScope on my phone (I have the yearly subscription to it). All it does is raw-data radar, but it does it very well. Might want to look into that. It doesn't do alerts or anything like that though.
I spotted Sasquatch in Clifty Falls near Madison IN.
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