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I remember walking to “downtown” Round Rock Texas and buying cold cuts at the grocery store and eating sandwiches with the Jr. High football team (“Lizards”!) while sitting on crates in the stock room. I remember lunches at Katy High School in the 70’s, making a 40 mile round trip in 45 minutes in my buddy’s 60-something Falcon with our girlfriends to grab BBQ from Dozier’s market. Apparently I mainly remember eating related stuff.
 
Pickup tailgate chains clanging while riding around the farm and ranch.
When I was around 10-12 I was already pretty tall but I always had to ride in the middle and I remember my head bouncing off the roof of those old pickups just about every time we drove around out on somebody’s farm. That was before concussion protocols were a thing. I also remember having three hard helmet to helmet collisions playing Hempstead at 15 years old, that each left me and the same running back both laying flat on our backs in the same game. Neither one of us came out of the game. See above regarding concussion protocols. Explains a lot...
 
I can still remember open range in SE OK--no fences, just wide open timberland--crossbred brahman/hereford/longhorns. Good horses and catahoula stock dogs. All chopped up, gated and leased to Texans--our range was 19,000 acres.- that was were i spent my youth. What a shame, my kids will never know how good i had it. makes me sick
 
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I can still remember open range in SE OK--no fences, just wide open timberland--crossbred brahman/hereford/longhorns. Good horses and catahoula stock dogs. All chopped up, gated and leased to texans--our range was 19,000 acres.- that was were i spent my youth. What a shame, my kids will never know how good i had it. makes me sick
Where I’m from we would capitalize “Texans”. :D
 
....when one of our favorite winter sports was throwing snowballs at cars from our favorite "bunkers". If it was chilly (below zero) we had to resort to sprinkling warm water on snow in a washtub and viola!, back in the game. If no snow, there was the "Box & String" game. All you needed was a long string and a decent sized cardboard box. We had several bunker locations along our street. Put the box across the road behind a bush or trash can. When a car came along we would pull the box across the road in front of them. It was entertaining until one evening we pulled the box in front of the HS football coach. Car screeches to halt, he hops out, grabs the string, pulls it in and puts it in the box. He throws the box in his car and continues down the road. Later that evening as I get home, I see the coaches car in our driveway. Oh, oh. I go in the house. Sitting in the middle of the living room is the box. Coach says "Here's your box". Things got rather unpleasant after that. An untimely end to the Box game.
 
I remember buying a gun rack at a yard sale in PA that held 3 guns to hold my shotgun, 30-06 and 22 @ Age 13
- I remember buying 2 more identical racks 250 miles away in upstate NY @ Age 16
- I remember buy a 10 gun cabinet and wondering what to do with the additional 3 spots @ 18
- Fast forward to 2015 I had a total of 5 safes claiming to hold between 24 and 64 guns each

****Present day, I just buy soft cases and leave them in the closet once filled......we're buying a house with 5 Large walk-ins in 9 days
 
I remember mounting my first 15" Plasma TV over my reloading bench in my bedroom in college....it was a black Friday special @ Circuit City for $499

I remember cleaning spilled powder and spent primers off that bench with a swipe of my hand as my new girlfriend sat up there and we.....

TV lasted 4 years, Girlfriend is now my wife, bench is still covered in spent primers and spilled powder from years ago
 
....taping rocks to cherry bombs so they would sink after being lit and tossed into the creek. Then you gathered the minnows and separated them into Pike minnows and Crappie minnows. Sold the excess to the adults for 25 cents a dozen for Crappie minnows and 5 to 10 cents apiece for Pike minnows.
 
I remember the day when you would drop a primer on the floor, if you could see it you would dispose of it or just leave it to be picked up by the broom or vacuum. Now if you drop one on the floor you seal off the area and spend the time it takes on your old knees to find it and use it.
 
I remember my first reloader. Got it at age 16, IIRC, a MEC 600 in 16 gauge. It needed a specific bar for different powder and shot charges. This was before plastic and I loaded paper shells with Red Dot, fiber wads on top of the powder then shot and either a star crimp or a roll crimp with a thin card wad on top. Sealed them with melted wax. Used them for small game and clay birds.
Took a lot of lawn mowing, snow shoveling and leaf raking to scrounge up the money for it. The ol' man said if you want it, you have to work for it.
 

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