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Post by bula on Jul 8, 2021 9:05:43 GMT -5
Kings6, so enjoyed your story. Remembering the movie CaddyShack ! One of my 1st jobs was on a very nice 18 hole golf course. Varmints and water systems, sigh..
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Post by jfs on Jul 8, 2021 13:21:45 GMT -5
Nail all those fat buggers.........
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Post by blacktailslayer on Jul 8, 2021 14:34:29 GMT -5
Shooting moles and gophers in our yard, garden and pastures was one of my "chores" as a kid. When we saw that there were some working, I was sent out to get 'em. Killed many with my trusty single shot 410 with 2 1/2" shells. I always had to dig them up just to view the carnage and prove to my Dad that I really did kill it. Image that, the man wanted proof from a 10 year old kid about such things!
Don D.
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Post by kings6 on Jul 8, 2021 14:54:17 GMT -5
Don, that reminds me of Skeeters story about the bounty on the rabbit ears!
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Post by blacktailslayer on Jul 9, 2021 14:17:16 GMT -5
Robb, I remember reading that, great story. The only "bounty" I collected was just the ammo, no dead moles & gophers, no more ammo for me. I just skipped the step of getting the cash and buying the ammo myself like Skeeter did. Didn't he and his buddy also buy a candy bar at the store too? I missed-out on that part, but mom always had oatmeal raisin cookies for us to snack on which were much better anyway!
Don D.
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Post by dougader on Jul 9, 2021 16:31:42 GMT -5
I remember as a kid, we could walk about a mile to "The Little Store," as we called it, and they would sell us BB's, 22 shells, even cigarettes for the neighbor lady if we asked for it. Boy, not now. Can you imagine any gun store, hardware store, etc, selling 22 ammo to a 9 or 10 year old kid?
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Post by x101airborne on Jul 10, 2021 8:08:24 GMT -5
Oh man, I used to bailing wire my 22 or my 410 to the handlebars on my bicycle and go to my Grandparents house. If you saw a kid riding the side of a highway with a firearm now someone would be calling the cops! Sad sad times we live in.
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Post by jeffh on Jul 10, 2021 11:38:35 GMT -5
I remember as a kid, we could walk about a mile to "The Little Store," as we called it, and they would sell us BB's, 22 shells, even cigarettes for the neighbor lady if we asked for it. Boy, not now. Can you imagine any gun store, hardware store, etc, selling 22 ammo to a 9 or 10 year old kid?
Those were the days!
Sad thing - I picked up groceries at WM yesterday. My wife orders it all online and I don't have to go into the store. I'm somewhat familiar with the fella who brought them out and he leans down to look in and ask my birth-date. THAT, right there, pushes my profanity button.
"I'm somethin', somethin' sixty years old! What do you need THAT for?"
"Alcohol!," he says.
"No way, I don't buy that here!"
He fiddles with the pad thingy and says "Oh! You bought SPRAY LUBE!"
While he makes up a birth-date to punch in, I'm trying to sort that one out. So, kids can't buy spray lube now, hmmmm.
It's worthless a as lube or penetrator, but handy on oil-stones and on files (and cheap) but I don't think that's what kids are using it for.
@king6, I'll have to make sure I'm not eating or drinking the next time I read one of your posts. I now have a piece of sausage biscuit lodged in my sinus cavity somewhere up behind my right eyeball. It was still worth it. All good stories.
My story is funny, but not. In high school, my FFA project one years was to start a nursery. I collected cuttings from bushes I'd trimmed as part of one of my jobs, got most of them "rooted" and stuck them into a patch of soil I had worked my butt off to loosen up and enrich. It was too far from the house for hoses to reach, so I worked my butt off hauling water buckets to them too. As they began to take root and sprout new growth, I was ecstatic. The project was a "reach" as my teacher had skeptically put it, and I was gonna show HIM this fall with a truck load of gallon-containered ornamentals! THEN, a rabbit caught on and I play hide-n-seek with that little lagomorph for a week as he destroyed my world, one little bush at a time.
He'd nearly cleaned me out - nothing more to save, but the game continued, no longer fueled by practical fiscal concerns, rather it was flat out vengeance I was determined to bring upon that thief. I caught him out one morning and went after him with my twenty-gauge. We had a bit of a foot race, back and for 'round the barn several times, until I decided to double back and we actually came face to face around the next corner. He froze. I snapped the twenty' to my shoulder and popped one off - and peppered myself. The rabbit bolted as I stood trying to reconcile what I expected to happen with what DID happen. I completely missed the rabbit, which was bizarre in itself those days, especially that close and he was sitting still! HOW HE shot ME was the bigger question. The rabbit had stopped and was sitting in front of some tall, late-summer weeds. Just inside the weeds, was a two-bottom plow I couldn't see, and there were numerous little gray splatter-marks on one of the shares. A decent handful of flattened number 4s ended their brief run for freedom against my chest and belly.
Thankfully, none of them went above my collar bone, because GLASSES were GLASS back then. I KNEW that danged plow was in those weeds, because I mowed around the danged thing every week all summer.
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Post by dougader on Jul 10, 2021 11:43:04 GMT -5
Kids can get an abortion or an experimental "vaccine" without parental authorization or knowledge, but can't buy spray lube? Something is off there...
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Post by x101airborne on Jul 10, 2021 18:47:26 GMT -5
Jeffh, LOVED the story!! I hope more of you more "experienced" people will add more stories!!
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