hogpatrol
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Makes sense and you're 100% correct. I took my granddaughter to school and the bus stopped next door to the school and picked up two kids. They didn't live more than 75 yards to the door.
I REMEMBER WHEN
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My 1st 22 lr. I was about 16 and my mom didn't have the money to buy me a gun, like my friends had. So I painted my ants house in exchange for a German ''bag gun'' single shot that my uncle brought home from WWI. After I got the house completely painted it rained and I had to repaint part of the house. That rifle outshot most of my friends store bought 22s. I still have that 22 to this day, 60 years later ;}.
Snuggie
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I bought a Triumph GT6+ in 1970. Six cylinder, looked like a little XKE. The + was for the electric over drive. Girl magnet! Wish it still had it!
rjtfroggy
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My street is lees than 1000 feet long, when my kids were in school there were four families with kids in the same school,2 bus stops. Two houses up the kids went to a different school but it was right next door literally one behind the other. Different bus, schools started and ended ten minutes apart. You try to figure it out.
Funny, I remember a drought out in NV growing up, in the summers of 1975 -1977. It was looking bad for 1978 too, but the snowstorm you mention was kind of what broke it. The spring of my freshman year in high school and after three years of 'really dry', like find fossils in the bottom of Lahontan Reservoir, it broke. We had water in 1978 and grew a helluva lot of alfalfa hay and sileage corn. More good years until the next one in 1983.
Murray Brook
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Where I live they call that snow flurries.
timeout
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I remember the great blizzard of 59. Snowed in for a week. Pulled gunny sacks full of feed on scoop shovels about 3/8 of a mile uphill to feed some hogs at the other farm. Milked the cows and then poured the milk out because there was no way to get it to the cheese factory. Took a 6 wheel drive snow plow 20+ tries to get up over the hill and open the road up. We lived on a township road and had to wait for the county to get that 6WD Oshkosh to plow the road, as the township didn't have a piece of equipment that could get it done. Have a picture of my sister at age 5 standing on the snow drift that the plow made and she was as high as the telephone wires. Oh the good old days.
Hey another old guy, I remember 4831 & 4895, brought into one of the local gun shops in 50 gallon barrels and he sold it for $ .50 a lb also. But you had to have your own container to put it in. Good days, back around 1955, as I recall.
Adam in WI
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I believe town of Stockton still has one of those. They brought it out for that 36" April snow a few years ago.
I remember my father getting out of the car on base to salute the end of duty for the day on base 50 years ago . Damn I was proud of him !!
I remember hunting with a Bear recurve bow as a child for rabbits and quail. I can remember a can of dip was 45 cents, taking guns to school in November, the first time I touched a girl. I definitely remember the first time a girl touched me. I remember becoming good friends with older hunters, being invited to my first deer camp. Having a map drawn for you on a paper towel with a ball point and you arrive 65 miles later at 5 am filled with excitement. Having a map drawn for you with a stick in the dirt that morning to your stand in a vast national forest you had never been in. I remember my first marriage, the joy of my son being born, my first deer, the utter disappointment of divorce. Being the best at what I did professionally, meeting my wife, marrying my wife, our honeymoon -trout fished every day. My daughters birth. God, 56 1/2 years on this earth. I want to see so much more but ain't got the legs for it.Good shots, great shots, bad shots and just flat missing. Grouse, quail, sunrises over the blue ridge. Promises kept among best buddies. Trout rising to caddis flies at daylight in a rushing Appalachian pool........All the dogs that have been my pleasure to love during my time on this rock. Better end it there.
I remember sitting in the duck blind with grandpa and when he would open that thermos
of hot tomato soup i would damm near puke on my hip boots. God what i'd give to smell
that again
of hot tomato soup i would damm near puke on my hip boots. God what i'd give to smell
that again
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