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LMFAO

That girl in the video is barefooted, that's incredible in itself if you've ever walked in a freshly made hayfield.

That model baler is loaded with incredible features.

Those are the funniest commercials of the last 2-3 years!





Jim, believe it or not they played that one on on the local radio here a week or two ago!




Gruff, heard you had some bear(raccoon?) trouble in the urban sprawl hen house. Time to swallow your pride and get Ace over there to show you how to homestead.

Pfffftttt.

Least you had a brother.

Or perhaps unless it's a see-saw?

Or an old saw?

Enjoy the BB game. Wife's treat is the best way to go. She buyin' the hot dogs and beer?

Geno

Worthless, lazy-assed dog!

Pffffftttt


Least she had feet.

If'n she kin make bizkits, she be a keeper fer shore!

Geno

PS, she ain't too brite from my perspective. If'n she walked to the other side a thet feeld and pushed alla thet hay to the midle, she woodn't hef ta' tote it so fer t' the pickemup truk.

I lived in an outer borough of NYC until I was nine. Mom didn't drive so we had to take the bus to the subway station..................after walking 3 whole blocks to the bus stop. It sucked out there in the outer boroughs, we had to walk to the delicatessen, the bakery, church and school, on concrete sidewalks even. Rarely saw a cab out there. No elevator in our 3 story apartment building, just a dumb waiter (we couldn't even afford a smart one we were so poor and far away from civilization) The pizzas were OK, the Chinese food too................but not like in Manhattan or Chinatown. It was so hot and humid and we were so poor there was no A/C so we had to take light blankets down to the park along side the East River (do you KNOW what went into that river? Does seementa shoes mean anything to you? ) so we could get some sleep. We had a goodly number of kids in our family so we had to wear hand me downs and mom had to darn our socks and s**t we were so poor. I think I only had one suit for going to church in and it too was likely a threadbare hand me down.

I tell you, I was in high country heaven when we moved to the suburbs of San Diego CA. Ground squirrels, lizards, and even road runners on our retaining wall. A "ditch" out front the house, actually a creek that was kinda channelized, with crawdads, frogs (even African Clawed frogs), bats in the culverts so the roads could pass over, herons and egrets, barn owls in the palm trees. But we were still poor. I had to earn money to buy my own genuine Levis or mom and dad would buy us Penney's, or worse, K-Mart jeans. I went to parochial school thru 8th grade, but we got even poorer and my three younger siblings had to go to the Public Schools. I had to purchase my own 18 year old car with my own hard earned paper route money, and mean ol' dad made me pay for the insurance and everything too.

I realized I wanted to live in the "real country" on our first visit to "Uncle" Bill's place, about 35 miles out in the backcountry of San Diego county. (It's now a suburb) Commercial chicken barns across the road from his place, coyotes and raccoons and critters, tarantulas, horned toads. His was a three and half acre RANCH, or maybe it was a FARM. He had a Ford tractor, a water tank on top of the barn, fruit trees, vegetable garden, made his own adobe bricks, his kids raised pigs and calves and had ponies. We trapped rabbits in box traps (Still legal in San Diego county) or he shot them with an old single shot .410 with a big ol' 5 D cell flashlight taped on the barrel. We went up for a few weeks every summer, got dropped off to work on the FARM. I don't think Bill was as poor as we were though as there were only 4 kids and he was a Ma Bell lineman. Good money back then, His wife (who just passed, bless her soul) used to can and freeze veggies from the garden and fruit from the orchard. I thought that was the best.................no more Bird's Eye or Green Giant or overcooked Del Monte canned veggies while I up there for the summer. We could never convince mom to do the home canning thing, she had a deathly fear of the dreaded ptomaine which she thought came from home canned goods, as good NYC girls learned in their NYC school system Home Economics classes. Country folks got the ptomaine, Del Monte would never allow the ptomaine into their canned goods...........modern science and materials you know.

Now I live a 20 minute drive from the butter. If I forget it because it's not on the list when we're in town, we're SOL especially after 10PM as there's no 24 hr Safeway or Kroger's within a hundred miles. I tell you, this country livin' is tough.


But nowhere near as tough as those walks to the bus stops to get to the subway so I could go be on Romper Room WAY BACK in the dark ages of the 1950's.

Geno

GPS and Autopilot aren’t available on this model.

To All,

Her bare feet tell me that she isn't really in a new-mown hayfield, as I've NEVER seen a new-mown field that didn't have numerous venomous snakes, who would happily bite her feet/legs.

yours, tex

Still, she looked like she might ride real nice.

All that pushin' and liftin' on that fork makes for good core muscles!

Geno

I noticed that mah-self.

I could watch her work all day!

Yes sir no sir . Yes mam no Mam .

You seriously haven't cut wheat yet? Wheat has been off around here for close to a month now. Soybeans are coming off now.

Well, Travis, I ran a "fuggin" trapline with the help of my brother who'd set the traps an wire them open for me. Being's your questioning me on this, here's how we did it. I ran mostly 1 1/2 long springs, and 110 Connibears. I could get away with the 1 1/2's for rats or coon, although 2's would have been better for the coons. I did lose a few. My brother would run a wire through the rings on the end of the spring, set the trap, and tie off the wire. I'd make the set, and cut the wire with a pair of sidecutters. On the connibears, he'd do a couple wraps around the spring while the trap was set, and tie it if off and I'd set the dog, cut the wire and set the trap. I could carry about 10-12 traps in a pack. We had a stream, three ponds, and two flooded farm fields within walking distance of the house, as well as lots of hollow beech trees that always had coons in them. I'd leave at about 4:30 in the morning and be back by about 7:30 which left me time for school. Friday nights I'd take about 6 more traps, or move some sets to a small swamp off the end of this run, as I didn't have to be to school in the morning. I'd wire the jaws open for transport, then cut the wire once I reset them. These sets got pulled on Sunday morning. Any sprung traps, or traps with fur in them were brought home and my brother would remove the fur. I skinned any fur the night after I brought it home. Even with just a small line like this, I'd take enough rats, coons, and the occasional mink to make it worthwhile.

Takes a long time to pull the wheat and make little bales by hand...😎

I understand the process but I've never heard of someone doing that with traps that size. 220's or 330's yes because they have the hooks and it makes things faster at times. But if you couldn't smoosh the spring on a 1 1/2 I don't know how your scrawny ass was bringing back a basket full of steel and fur in the round.