Getting a DUI after bush hogging a 20 acres patch. I always wear the shorty pants commando style so the boys can breath. No canopy on the kubota, drinkin beers all day, runnin the tractor back down the highway from the river bottom place
Lots of things to ponder while mowing.
Just have to salve em down with skin so soft before i unlock the gates
I rode a bike home from Asheboro North Carolina to the Southwest corner of Missouri once, straight through. It rained from Greensboro to Memphis, at Memphis I got off to remove some jackets. Then past Little rock it started raining again so I put the clothes back on. I guess when I took them off I threw them down on a fire ant mound. When I put them back on they went to work on me. I decided it was better to freeze to death than deal with that bullshit.
I should be iron butt approved, but considering I walked like bubba had raped me for a week. I don't need the patch.
Having to spend a summer night on an island at Lake of the woods cause the motor quit . Bears, wolves and insects that eat you alive .
Having to spend the night 60 miles out from Slidell on a 20ft boat cause the motor won't start . Drifting towards the gulf and sharks.
Having to spend the night on Ghost river cause you took the wrong fork in the river . insects , cottonmouth and big foot .
Having wife ask you where you really where all night .
Single motor outfits can suck at times.
Oh, for a good back up or even a kicker trolling motor.
Wives can be like that eh?
I've had the motor in the shop multiple times and can't seem to get it fixed. Three big runs with the trolling motor back to the dock. I was looking at new boats tonight (out of the realm of possibility sans some Powerball type money influx). Looked at a couple that were essentially just replacements for my boat, but new. Ranger was fine until I discovered no kicker was offered. Triton had a kicker. I don't care in the least about trolling with one, but if I had plenty of money, I'd have a 15 hp kicker just to back up the big motor.
Having to spend a summer night on an island at Lake of the woods cause the motor quit . Bears, wolves and insects that eat you alive .
Having to spend the night 60 miles out from Slidell on a 20ft boat cause the motor won't start . Drifting towards the gulf and sharks.
Having to spend the night on Ghost river cause you took the wrong fork in the river . insects , cottonmouth and big foot .
Having wife ask you where you really where all night .
Single motor outfits can suck at times.
Oh, for a good back up or even a kicker trolling motor.
Wives can be like that eh?
I grew up with electric motors that were like 12 lbs. thrust and those were some of the most powerful made. My Minn Kota is 50 lbs. thrust and that ain't enough when going several miles back to the ramp on the main lake.
i never heard of chiggers until i got a dose of them in biloxi when was going to school. holy fugg. belly and crotch was a festering mess. went to the infirmary expecting some diagnoses of southern herpes. never slept on the ground in the piney woods again. i've had near terminal poison ivy before and it was not as bad as those fuggers.
[quote=Rick n Tenn]Having to spend a summer night on an island at Lake of the woods cause the motor quit . Bears, wolves and insects that eat you alive .
Having to spend the night 60 miles out from Slidell on a 20ft boat cause the motor won't start . Drifting towards the gulf and sharks.
Having to spend the night on Ghost river cause you took the wrong fork in the river . insects , cottonmouth and big foot .
Having wife ask you where you really where all night .
Single motor outfits can suck at times.
Oh, for a good back up or even a kicker trolling motor.
Wives can be like that eh?
I grew up with electric motors that were like 12 lbs. thrust and those were some of the most powerful made. My Minn Kota is 50 lbs. thrust and that ain't enough when going several miles back to the ramp on the main lake. [/quote
I was thinking a gas powered kicker.
Depending on the size of the boat, you're correct. Even that big MinnKota might not get you back.
Might be best to have a sail rigged and ready to go?
Lying on the jungle floor in a night ambush while awaiting some folks to enter your kill zone. Absolute silence and stillness is mandatory. You have been feasted on by insects for 3 hours and now feel something with legs crawling up your leg, inside your pants, in the direction of your rapidly contracting nutsack. It will make you want to kill something.
Chiggers are the worst. Or is it No See Ums? Or is it those brown recluse spiders? I hate them all.
I remember going through SOI at Camp Pendleton spending the night in a hole we dug just before sundown. Tarantulas. Lots of Tarantulas. Hand to hand combat all night. Glad to report we won but it wasn't your typical training exercise.
Chiggers are the worst. Or is it No See Ums? Or is it those brown recluse spiders? I hate them all.
I remember going through SOI at Camp Pendleton spending the night in a hole we dug just before sundown. Tarantulas. Lots of Tarantulas. Hand to hand combat all night. Glad to report we won but it wasn't your typical training exercise.
I have yet to meet one person, in all the years I lived in tarantula territory, that was ever seriously injured by one. Or even moderately injured. I've had them walk up and inspect my bare toe while I was wearing sandals, tap tap tap with their front legs, then turn away and drop into a pencil diameter hole.
Lying there at Pendelton, the least of my worries would be tarantulas. Scorpions, black widows, rattlers, rat mites, fleas, and poison oak would be way more of a concern depending upon where your exercises were held.
Half a century back, half a world away, a recon team was rotating guard duty during night bivouac. Guy #1 wakes up guy #2 and crawls under the skeeter net. Something swatted the net rather sharply, and assuming it was his “buddy” he swatted back. That was met with another sharp slap on the net so he rolled over and lit up his night lensed flashlight. He was starring face to face with a cobra later estimated to be about 12’ length, coiled with hood flared and tongue flicking. A full magazine from his AR-15 dispatched the monster and prompted relocation to another bivouac site.
Half a century back, half a world away, a recon team was rotating guard duty during night bivouac. Guy #1 wakes up guy #2 and crawls under the skeeter net. Something swatted the net rather sharply, and assuming it was his “buddy” he swatted back. That was met with another sharp slap on the net so he rolled over and lit up his night lensed flashlight. He was starring face to face with a cobra later estimated to be about 12’ length, coiled with hood flared and tongue flicking. A full magazine from his AR-15 dispatched the monster and prompted relocation to another bivouac site.
I dunno he had a change of pants handy or not.
I believe that I recall T Lee being out on patrol and had a buddy’s 6 by shooting a tiger off his bud’s back.