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CouchCoach said:
Good morning Pops and welcome one and all to your Wonderful Wednesday which is now Friday. A week with two Fridays is special indeed.

This day of the year always takes me back to when we'd get together with some of our high school and college friends on that Wednesday night. Many had moved away but returned home for Thanksgiving and it was a great time to catch up. The other memory is of my Mom-in-law's chili she'd make for our homecoming on that Wednesday but not complete without Fritos and Dr. Pepper.

This is going to be a strange Thanksgiving for many people but I've had so many strange ones that this is just par for the course.

I hope you all have a thankful Thanksgiving for we have many things to be thankful for and it's in troubling times as we are experiencing now that should bring that to the foreground.

I am thankful that this thread exists and is maintained by such fine people. I am thankful that I care about and am cared about by people I've never met which really is very special when you think about it. Living alone has it's ups and downs but this thread feels like home where I feel safe and I am so thankful for the Popsadoodles and from what I know about Pops, he'd be proud that his thread of remembrance brought people together.
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2 Fridays and 3 Saturdays make it extra extra extra special!
 
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Afternoon Pops, afternoon Jobs. Afternoon Fellas and good afternoon to all of you who decided to stop in and pay a visit.

I am hoping that our team has a good game tomorrow. If not, that's OK too, the Turkey will still be on the table and there will still be plenty of leftovers to be had.

The Wife is in the kitchen, making cookies with two of the Grandkids, both boys cause we don't have any girls yet, and that's about it.

Leon, dbrp, Xelda, zrin, Trouty, ksk, RGV, Coach, RWB, Ranching, SW, John, Jan, Corso and Colo, I hope you are all having a great Wednesday. I hope all of you have gotten the very necessary business of letting your sweat pants out for the Holiday, so that you are all ready for the feast!

Everybody, enjoy the rest of your day for tomorrow is Thanksgiving!

Peace..........
 
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Streetwise said:
lmao, I just pictured this :)
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Around age 10 my dad got me one of those little compound bow beginner
kits. Of course, the first month I went around our land sticking arrows in
anything that could get stuck by an arrow. Did you know that a 1955 40
horse Farmall tractor tire will take 6 rounds before it goes down? Tough
kritters
That got boring, so being the 10 yr. old Dukes of Hazard fan that I was, I
quickly advanced to taking strips of cut up T-shirt doused in chainsaw gas
tied around the end and was sending flaming arrows all over the place. One
summer afternoon, I was shooting flaming arrows into a large rotten oak
stump in our backyard. I looked over under the carport and see a shiny
brand new can of starting fluid (Ether). The light bulb went off in my head.
I grabbed the can and set it on the stump. I thought that it would probably
just spray out in a disappointing manner. Lets face it, to a 10 yr old
mouth-breather like myself, (Ether), really doesn't "sound" flammable. So, I
went back into the house and got a 1 pound can of Pyrodex (black powder for
muzzle loader rifles).

At this point, I set the can of ether on the stump and opened up the can of
black powder. My intentions were to sprinkle a little bit around the
(Ether) can but it all sorta dumped out on me. No biggie, a 1 lb. Pyrodex
and 16 oz (Ether) should make a loud pop, kinda like a firecracker you know?
You know what? Screw that I'm going back in the house for the other can.

Yes, I got a second can of pyrodex and dumped it too. Now we're cookin'.

I stepped back about 15 ft and lit the 2 stroke arrow. I drew the nock to
my cheek and took aim. As I released I heard a clunk as the arrow launched
from my bow. In a slow motion time frame, I turned to see my dad getting
out of the truck...OH crap He just got home from work. So help me God it
took 10 minutes for that arrow to go from my bow to the can. My dad was
walking towards me in slow motion with a what the hek look in his eyes. I turned
back towards my target just in time to see the arrow pierce the starting
fluid can right at the bottom. Right through the main pile of Pyrodex and
into the can.

Oh Hek.

When the shock wave hit it knocked me off my feet. I don't know if it was
the actual compression wave that threw me back or just reflex jerk back from
235 freaking decibels of sound. I caught a half a millisecond glimpse of
the violence during the initial explosion and I will tell you there was
dust, grass, and bugs all hovering 1 ft above the ground as far as I could
see. It was like a little low to the ground layer of dust fog full of
grasshoppers, spiders, and a worm or two.

The daylight turned purple. Let me repeat this... THE FRICKING DAYLIGHT
TURNED PURPLE.

There was a big tgum tree out by the gate going into the pasture. Notice I
said "was". That son-of-a-gun got up and ran off.

So here I am, on the ground blown completely out of my shoes with my
Thundercats T-Shirt shredded, my dad is on the other side of the carport
having what I can only assume is a Vietnam flashback: ECHO BRAVO CHARLIE
YOU'RE BRINGIN' EM IN TOO CLOSE!! CEASE FIRE. DAMNIT CEASE FIRE!!!!!

His hat has blown off and is 30 ft behind him in the driveway. All windows
on the north side of the house are blown out and there is a slow rolling
mushroom cloud about 2000 ft. over our backyard. There is a Honda 185 3
wheeler parked on the other side of the yard and the fenders are drooped
down and are now touching the tires.

I wish I knew what I said to my dad at this moment. I don't know - I know I
said something. I couldn't hear. I couldn't hear inside my own head. I
don't think he heard me either... not that it would really matter. I don't
remember much from this point on. I said something, felt a sharp pain, and
then woke up later. I felt a sharp pain, blacked out, woke later....repeat
this process for an hour or so and you get the idea. I remember at one
point my mom had to give me CPR. and Dad screaming "Bring him back to life
so I can kill him again". Thanks Mom.

One thing is for sure... I never had to mow around that stump again, Mom
had been griping about that thing for years and dad never did anything
about it. I stepped up to the plate and handled business.

Dad sold his muzzle loader a week or so later. I still have some sort of
bone growth abnormality, either from the blast or the beating, or both.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, get your kids into archery. It's good
discipline and will teach them skills they can use later on in life.
 
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gp_cowpolk said:
Around age 10 my dad got me one of those little compound bow beginner
kits. Of course, the first month I went around our land sticking arrows in
anything that could get stuck by an arrow. Did you know that a 1955 40
horse Farmall tractor tire will take 6 rounds before it goes down? Tough
kritters
That got boring, so being the 10 yr. old Dukes of Hazard fan that I was, I
quickly advanced to taking strips of cut up T-shirt doused in chainsaw gas
tied around the end and was sending flaming arrows all over the place. One
summer afternoon, I was shooting flaming arrows into a large rotten oak
stump in our backyard. I looked over under the carport and see a shiny
brand new can of starting fluid (Ether). The light bulb went off in my head.
I grabbed the can and set it on the stump. I thought that it would probably
just spray out in a disappointing manner. Lets face it, to a 10 yr old
mouth-breather like myself, (Ether), really doesn't "sound" flammable. So, I
went back into the house and got a 1 pound can of Pyrodex (black powder for
muzzle loader rifles).

At this point, I set the can of ether on the stump and opened up the can of
black powder. My intentions were to sprinkle a little bit around the
(Ether) can but it all sorta dumped out on me. No biggie, a 1 lb. Pyrodex
and 16 oz (Ether) should make a loud pop, kinda like a firecracker you know?
You know what? Screw that I'm going back in the house for the other can.

Yes, I got a second can of pyrodex and dumped it too. Now we're cookin'.

I stepped back about 15 ft and lit the 2 stroke arrow. I drew the nock to
my cheek and took aim. As I released I heard a clunk as the arrow launched
from my bow. In a slow motion time frame, I turned to see my dad getting
out of the truck...OH crap He just got home from work. So help me God it
took 10 minutes for that arrow to go from my bow to the can. My dad was
walking towards me in slow motion with a what the hek look in his eyes. I turned
back towards my target just in time to see the arrow pierce the starting
fluid can right at the bottom. Right through the main pile of Pyrodex and
into the can.

Oh Hek.

When the shock wave hit it knocked me off my feet. I don't know if it was
the actual compression wave that threw me back or just reflex jerk back from
235 freaking decibels of sound. I caught a half a millisecond glimpse of
the violence during the initial explosion and I will tell you there was
dust, grass, and bugs all hovering 1 ft above the ground as far as I could
see. It was like a little low to the ground layer of dust fog full of
grasshoppers, spiders, and a worm or two.

The daylight turned purple. Let me repeat this... THE FRICKING DAYLIGHT
TURNED PURPLE.

There was a big tgum tree out by the gate going into the pasture. Notice I
said "was". That son-of-a-gun got up and ran off.

So here I am, on the ground blown completely out of my shoes with my
Thundercats T-Shirt shredded, my dad is on the other side of the carport
having what I can only assume is a Vietnam flashback: ECHO BRAVO CHARLIE
YOU'RE BRINGIN' EM IN TOO CLOSE!! CEASE FIRE. DAMNIT CEASE FIRE!!!!!

His hat has blown off and is 30 ft behind him in the driveway. All windows
on the north side of the house are blown out and there is a slow rolling
mushroom cloud about 2000 ft. over our backyard. There is a Honda 185 3
wheeler parked on the other side of the yard and the fenders are drooped
down and are now touching the tires.

I wish I knew what I said to my dad at this moment. I don't know - I know I
said something. I couldn't hear. I couldn't hear inside my own head. I
don't think he heard me either... not that it would really matter. I don't
remember much from this point on. I said something, felt a sharp pain, and
then woke up later. I felt a sharp pain, blacked out, woke later....repeat
this process for an hour or so and you get the idea. I remember at one
point my mom had to give me CPR. and Dad screaming "Bring him back to life
so I can kill him again". Thanks Mom.

One thing is for sure... I never had to mow around that stump again, Mom
had been griping about that thing for years and dad never did anything
about it. I stepped up to the plate and handled business.

Dad sold his muzzle loader a week or so later. I still have some sort of
bone growth abnormality, either from the blast or the beating, or both.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, get your kids into archery. It's good
discipline and will teach them skills they can use later on in life.
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Wow.
That's one of the funniest stories I've ever heard. And some of the **** my brother, my cousins and I have done over the years....well, that's saying quite a lot.
 
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Good Saturday Morning Pops and Zoner Friends.

We did a 5 mile post Thanksgiving hike yesterday morning through the Sapphire Mountains of western Montana. Needless to say, there are several parts of me that are painfully sore this morning. I'll reward myself with leftover stuffing later today .

We have one set of grandkids the week following Christmas and, as a special treat, we had planned to take them to Universal Studios in Orlando. Mind you, we planned this about 8 months ago... now we're scrambling with a back-up plan in case the virus "that shall not be named" results in further shutdowns.

Not sure who will be more disappointed if we can't go... Me or the Grandkids?

I haven't mentioned the cats in a while. They seemed to have settled into a regular routine in Montana... Until, that is, they discovered the neighbors had cats as well. It reminded me of a game of BattleBots with each cat circling each other hissing and slapping. The biggest surprise was our young male cat -- the one that chased a bear in Colorado -- he immediately climbed a tree to get away from the action.

I can't wait to get a dog.
 
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Morning Pops and everyone.

Coffee. Need coffee. I have errands to run today before I’m allowing myself to do any decorating. This year will be modest but next year will hopefully prove a bit better.

Monday is my first of two trips to Iowa City for my yearly follow ups with my surgeon and oncologist. December 17th is the big one, but this ones pretty important too. Here’s hoping the rotten run of 2020 stops now.

Everyone enjoy the beginning of the end of the long holiday weekend. We’re half way through it now.

Have a good day, all.
 
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