A chitload of camping and shooting; not as much fishing (I fished almost daily until high school)...
Trucks and motorcycles
And, of course, chasing tail 24/7/365
Had a very chaotic 13-14-15-16. Got in a bad car wreck right before my senior year and it kind of scared me straight... got great grades and only skipped every Friday that year....
I started out young meeting important people. Chet Huntley and I became good friends after I burglarized his house when I was in high school. I am forever glad he didn't shoot me. He wrote me this nice note after I got out of jail...
I started out young meeting important people. Chet Huntley and I became good friends after I burglarized his house when I was in high school. I am forever glad he didn't shoot me. He wrote me this nice note after I got out of jail...
Wow. You're a courageous man, and it might be considered a risk by some, but your words above are plenty for me to be dead honest in saying that if you knocked on my door, I'd welcome you in without a second thought or fear. Thanks for sharing that. In some cases--as in my own brother--second chances are capitalized on. Now, they serve perhaps as sobering life lessons learned the hard way, and a testament to what being on the wrong side will lead to. Bravo.
I started out young meeting important people. Chet Huntley and I became good friends after I burglarized his house when I was in high school. I am forever glad he didn't shoot me. He wrote me this nice note after I got out of jail...
Wow. You're a courageous man, and it might be considered a risk by some, but your words above are plenty for me to be dead honest in saying that if you knocked on my door, I'd welcome you in without a second thought or fear. Thanks for sharing that. In some cases--as in my own brother--second chances are capitalized on. Now, they serve perhaps as sobering life lessons learned the hard way, and a testament to what being on the wrong side will lead to. Bravo.
Of course there is a story attached to the whole affair, but it's late, time for bed. Maybe tomorrow.
Anyhow the latest Shrapnel story should be out in "Rifle" magazine, that should be a good read for now...
Work, school, work, hunting, work, school, camping. About 17 things changed and I started running round with the wrong crowd, sort of got out of that at 19 then gave it all up completely at 22.
Get up milk the cows grab a bite get on the school bus do homework on the bus coming home get off the bus grab a snack feed the cows eat dinner milk the cows go to bed
When summer came, all the going to school stuff was replaced by irrigating corn and alfalfa, and also the joy of bucking hay bales.
Football, work, trapping and hunting. Lost a girlfriend to a drunk driver when I was 16. Stayed pretty much to my self for the last two years of high school dealing with the loss. 'Made me a much better football player, as I took out my problems on every opposing player. Man, I hit some of those guys really hard.
Get up milk the cows grab a bite get on the school bus do homework on the bus coming home get off the bus grab a snack feed the cows eat dinner milk the cows go to bed
When summer came, all the going to school stuff was replaced by irrigating corn and alfalfa, and also the joy of bucking hay bales.
Wow! Did we live in a parallel world or something? That describes those years exactly as I lived them. Did your dad thump you out of bed at four AM too?
Worked at a gas station-truck stop pumping gas and fixing tires and changing oil. We fixed huge tires... things could tear you in half, you let 'em. The owner got a service truck and one of my first truly miserable life experiences was getting the call to take the truck out, finding myself brutally hung over at 5 AM on a Sunday morning lying on a freezing New Mexico highway removing then fixing a split rim semi tire. I got a $20-$30 commission though which was big money back then.
it's a crying shame when you mistake dumb with tough or lucky for smart
That would make a pretty good signature line, and it doesn't apply only to youth.
My teen years were in the '50s, when we looked forward to adulthood and didn't try to postpone it for a decade or so. Heard a lot about our responsibilities and damned little about our rights, the opposite of the "me" generations that succeeded us. Senior year it all came together, and it was one of the happiest years of my life. Graduated two months after my 17th birthday and was in the service two days later. Had a top secret clearance at age 18. Had taken a couple of oaths by that time and we took them seriously. Like many who served during the Cold War, we stood on the brink, and a few lost their lives. Few who weren't there understand it.
School, work, move. School, work, move, School, work, move. Did I mention move. All thru my school years we moved. I hate moving. For a year before I got married at 19, it was Sex, Drugs and Rock n Roll. I got over that quick and joined the Air Force.
I started out young meeting important people. Chet Huntley and I became good friends after I burglarized his house when I was in high school. I am forever glad he didn't shoot me. He wrote me this nice note after I got out of jail...
School and working around the house. This was the 1960's and Dad was a firm believer in NO idle time. After I hit 15 it was school, working around the house during the week and working at the telephone company on weekends and holidays. I tried to get in as many camping trips as I could. My shooting had to be in pretty specific areas because I didn't have a 22. I had a 357 magnum pistol and a 44 mag rifle. It seems that most of my earnings went for reloading supplies.
Kinda shy and a bit of a loaner I guess.Had a Ham radio license when 14 and built much of my equipment,hooked on guns and hunting,learned to fly when I was 16,dated my wife on and off for a couple years,moved several times as my Dad was a minister and finally college and the USAF...
work, drinking, shooting, drinking, racing, drinking, sex, drinking, work on race cars, drinking, sex on race cars, drinking motorcycles, drinking, sex, drinking, boats, drinking more money than I knew what to do with, drinking, shooting, drinking, dirt bikes, drinking, camping, sex drinking, making more money than anyone I knew drinking,
My life was just like most on here. Typically lived life like it was going to be over quick. Had too much energy and not enough time in the days, weeks, and months to get it all done. Specifics I really can't remember.
At 18 I started work as a roughneck in the oilfield. After drinking up a couple of years income, I decided my dreams of getting rich were not going to happen there. That and almost losing a finger or fingers in a mishap with cable and pipes convinced me to get an education. I did and it was most beneficial as I now do what I want to do for the most part. Not bad for someone only 52 years old if I say so myself.
I will say there is a God and he let me live because I had bigger things to do in life. I have ideas but, I still haven't figured out for sure what it was/is yet.
Mine purty well sucked, and it was entirely my own fault.
Could have been a paradise, but for whatever reason, I had to always do things my way, the hard way. Made poor grades in school, rebellious, if they said right, I'm to the left...
Turned 18 in the Air Force. Went for some reasons that don't make sense to me now, but it sure did turn out to be a good thing for me.
The Judge asked me if I would prefer to stay in jail or go to Viet Nam. I chose the latter and am thankful for the opportunity that turned my life around. Ken
BORING? School and schoolwork, played football, pheasant and rabbit hunting, fishing for kittyfish, working at whatever part time jobs were available. Well, maybe not really so boring, but rather, BLESSED.
Get up milk the cows grab a bite get on the school bus do homework on the bus coming home get off the bus grab a snack feed the cows eat dinner milk the cows go to bed
When summer came, all the going to school stuff was replaced by corn and alfalfa, and also the joy of bucking hay bales.
add fixing fence lines and Damm!!! were u in my fam-damly? i did sneak some hunting and fishing in ....1st deer u shot... that got back to the pole shed... before u tagged it ment going out again .....
Shrapnel: An outstanding post and I think evidence of character on both sides in your early life. Never had opportunity to have a dinner with any of our world class reporters, but I certainly look forward to such an event.
As for me... Poor grades (like mostly D's) with lots of hunting and fishing included. After a few service years I came to see the value of eduction and did 3 degrees before getting a real job at age 35. I consider everything between 13 and 35 as my teen years.
As a teen I worked grounds keeping jobs at Hefners place in Lake Geneva WI. There were friendly wimmen there that had me doing stuff for them too. The money was ok. I had lots of fun.
Girls,partying,hunting,and fishing, with as little school in there as I could get away with. High scool years were great and I dont regret a bit of it.
I was fortunate, in a simple manner. Those years were busy, diverse and interesting - quite boring for others, even if retold now - so, will spare you.
I was fortunate, in a simple manner. Those years were busy, diverse and interesting - quite boring in the eyes of others, even if retold now - so, will spare you.
Worst part of my life. I did about the same time in Vietnam as I did in High School, would do Vietnam over again but no chance of that for High School.
My teenage years. At around 16, landed the job that would provide me more money than i thought I could ever spend, $125.00 a week. Life was good and going to be easy. For two years I bidded my time, waited to launch into the fulfillment of my dreams. After the summer of my graduation, I bought a one way ticket for a destination 1/2 way around the world, kissed my Mom goodbye, and started my first adventure that hasn't come full circle yet.
Beer, football, baseball, throwing chit at people and cars, hunting, shooting & girls. More beer, football, baseball, throwing chit at people and cars, hunting, shooting & girls.
I worked when I wasn't doing the above or going to class. Eggs, ammo & beer aren't cheap.
For some of us who are a little older than most of you, I sensed that most of us worked after school at one thing or another. Didn't matter whether you worked on a farm/ranch or whatever, but you worked. I was able to do one sport in school, but other than that no extra-carricular.
First job was caning rows upon rows of raspberries. Next up was moving sprinkler pipe and picking potatos. Thought I was on top of the world when I got a job in a GM bodyshop. Started out carrying clinkers from the furnace in the basement and made the acetylene for the shop, finally working my way up to painting farm trucks.
Get up and care for the livestock, get on the bus, go to school, get off the bus, work till dark. Saturday was working on the family ranch, Sunday was working on the neighbors ranch that would work on Sunday. Any free time I might have I worked the dock at my buddies marina so that I could rent/borrow a boat once in awhile to go fishing on the lake. Nowadays - eat sleep work and [bleep].....The only time I got off and still get, is during hunting season.
mom inherited a lot of money from my grandparents and bought me lots of [bleep]
dad was of flying helicopters at night in Central America, so he wasnt around the house too much to bitch and nag and to boot, mom let me drive his 73 Stingray-454 to school, gas was .68 a gallon
Angry, frustrated, but heck, who wasnt. Didnt get much guidance like I should have, but I feel that I turned out ok. Of course did alot of hunting, didnt fish much, chased girls like my friends did, drank beer, etc.
Some great memories with very few regrets, but if I could do it all again I'd put a lot more effort into school/grades and sports as the opportunities for both were short.
Was a jock and got excellent grades until middle of high school, but became disillusioned and bored. Worked just enough at a paper routes, a high-school band, and on farms and ranches to pay for my guitar, gun, girl, pickup and weekend beer and drugs. Quit school after my sophomore year because I wanted to be writer, and high school didn't seem to have any relevance. Got married at 18, which eventually helped focus my life, though we got divorced 10 years later.
Family was always first but hot tail always called to me. Luckily I had my priorities and those led me down the path I've travelled all these years.
I've got a great family I'm VERY close to and a wonderful, beautiful lady I've been lucky enough to have stick with me for the last 15 years. My friends are the best...and lifelong. My business partner is my best friend and I love him like a brother. I thank God every day for the blessings in my life.
If he called me home tomorrow I'd have no regrets...other than I love life and would continue doing what I do for a million years.
School & cows - intermixed with hay (either baling and putting up - or feeding in the winter) - then school & cows. LORD I love it! - Still doing it! (Except school has become "the school of hard knocks")
I started out young meeting important people. Chet Huntley and I became good friends after I burglarized his house when I was in high school. I am forever glad he didn't shoot me. He wrote me this nice note after I got out of jail...
Wow. You're a courageous man, and it might be considered a risk by some, but your words above are plenty for me to be dead honest in saying that if you knocked on my door, I'd welcome you in without a second thought or fear. Thanks for sharing that. In some cases--as in my own brother--second chances are capitalized on. Now, they serve perhaps as sobering life lessons learned the hard way, and a testament to what being on the wrong side will lead to. Bravo.
Of course there is a story attached to the whole affair, but it's late, time for bed. Maybe tomorrow.
Anyhow the latest Shrapnel story should be out in "Rifle" magazine, that should be a good read for now...
I started out young meeting important people. Chet Huntley and I became good friends after I burglarized his house when I was in high school. I am forever glad he didn't shoot me. He wrote me this nice note after I got out of jail...
STOR-RY - STOR-RY - STOR-RY - STOR-RY !!!!!
I can't believe all the boring lives that have been recorded here, I lived the life of Huckleberry Finn, living from one adventure to another.
When we were in High School, a friend of mine was on the ski team and they weren't supported through the school system, so we went out one night asking for donations to help send the ski team on a trip. That night alone is another story for another time, but we learned one thing...people were generous with their money.
Since that worked so well, one nice spring afternoon, we decided to go to Chet Huntley's house and ask him for donations for the tennis team, which we had no connection with. The hope would be that he would feel extra generous as at that time he had come to Bozeman to promote the building of the whole "Big Sky" project. The proceeds would be used for buying beer, not supporting the tennis team.
After we rang the doorbell and no one answered, we decided we really didn't like him anyway, as the whole "Big Sky" project was to destroy some of the most pristine forest up the Gallatin Canyon. We then decided to show him what we thought of him in his absence and threw his lawnmower up on his roof, dumped the ashes out of his ashtray all over the inside of his truck and stole a case of beer out of his house.
Lyle decided after we had left, that we should go back and get a couple of pictures off the wall in his house. I was in his house when he came out from the back. He grabbed me by the throat and asked "What the hell is going on here?" Steve was the driver and he took off down the driveway, leaving me in the house. I ran out the back door and started running for town, which was at least 6 miles away.
Pretty soon cop cars came racing up south 19th and I was able to stay hidden for all but one Highway Patrolman. He picked me up and told me that if I would try to escape, he would shoot me. I decided not to try running, especially from a moving car.
He took me to jail, made me sign the card with a Miranda warning on it, and they put me in coveralls and I waited for that opportunity to get my one phone call.
I can remember that phone call was the worst thing of the whole ordeal, to call my father and tell him what I had done.
We got out of the whole thing with nothing more than a slap on the wrist. Chet was a very decent man about the incident, and I respect him for that. I still hate Big Sky and have often thought about getting into the Pentagon in Washington D.C. and secretly put the coordinates of Big Sky into a missile launching program and wipe it off the map, but that remains for another story in the future...
Survived being a teenager, else I wouldn't now be retired.
Summers on an aunt's rural dairy farm. Learned to shoot, kill varmints and drive tractors/vehicles, long before the gub'mint declared any of them things to be legal fer someone my age.
Now that I'm retired, can go back to spending summers like I did as a teenager. Just wish I was as physically-capable as back then.
Raised on a dairy farm at the base of the Rocky Mountains. Cow [bleep], sprinkler pipe and hay bales were my life. Lived for football, wrestling and the weight room. Discovered the thrill of horny, beautiful teenage girls! Wow!! The rock-strewn sage brush above the farm was full of rockchucks. I could not have asked for a better teenage existence. My wish for every boy would be growing up on a farm.
A chitload of camping and shooting; not as much fishing (I fished almost daily until high school)...
Trucks and motorcycles
And, of course, chasing tail 24/7/365
Had a very chaotic 13-14-15-16. Got in a bad car wreck right before my senior year and it kind of scared me straight... got great grades and only skipped every Friday that year....
i was a fugly bastard, still am. so girls weren't too fond of me. i did get to fish and shoot a lot more than i do now. was busy being good and looking back on it i should have partied hard since there wouldn't have been consequences.
My one regret is senior year B-ball, that I didn't hit the weights, get obsessed, etc. I could dunk with two hands and we had the first winning season in many years for our school but.... I could've been much better. You don't get that indestructible 17-yr-old body back...
Well, my other regret is not banging Lena twice a day, every day. She was intimidatingly HOT. I partook, verily and how, but man oh man if I could go back in time I'd tap that about 10x harder!
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