My little buddy in Montana just sent this, said it was between-30 -50 around Augusta/choteau today..... 1950 baby names
Ping pong balls for the win. Once you've wrestled everything else in life is easy. Dan Gable I keep my circle small, I’d rather have 4 quarters than 100 pennies.
I've enjoyed this thread immensely. Being a flatlander, and a Texan, the photos that you folks have posted of the mountains and big game are amazing. Hopefully you don't take that for granted. I've also very much enjoyed the pix of folks doing stuff with their familes and kids.
To you younger folk, I don't know if you realize the blessing that is "digital imaging"
IIRC I first started using a Single Lens Reflex Camera (SLR) circa 1966. I bought this Canon A1 in 1978
and used it until around 2004.
One fed it film rolls that contained 24 to 36 chances to get a decent pix. Most folks did not have the ability to develop black and white photos much less color photos from film negatives. Having your negatives developed was a laborious process and could take a couple weeks to get them back, and was pretty expensive.
These days, I may take 50 to 100 images in a day, and many times more than that, and the media that the images are recorded on can be used time an time again.
My family and I have been through at least three floods since 1978, and most of the pix I took before the advent of digital images have been lost. Bummer. Just think if I had had the ability to do cloud storage or have access to an image hosting site.
I've been at my current address for close to 19 years now. Decided to clear out 19 years of accumulated "stuff". Here are a few images I found........
My dad did not take us places on vacations. I did not take my kids places on vacations. We had "the farm". It was 145 acres, 2 miles off the highway, surrounded by a 4,500 acre private holding, leased for timber. We had a mile of frontage on "Peach Creek" and a 4 acre lake, with water so clear you could be up to your neck and see your toes.
Had him along for my last two bucks. A 2 or 3 year old makes it hard to kill big old bucks but it’s worth it to shoot a dink while he’s along to get him involved.
This is my first grandson. He is the joy of of an old mans life.
This use to be my "game room". Now it is his nursery when we keep him.
I get a kick out of putting him down for a nap. We go to each animal and I ask him what they say, then he tells them nite nite before I put him down for a nap.
Good stuff G. My boy is the only one we’re going to get, not by choice but that’s the way it is. My sister has a couple kids and one on the way but they all live up where her husband is from, 600 miles away. So needless to say, our little guy takes pretty good care of his Gramps. He stays with my folks one day a week and has to cut wood or mow grass and feed cows with Gramps, don’t think dad would have it any other way and neither would we.