Yeah but he can take a head shot.
Isn't that a pic of Owen Wilson?
Not been here long? Been a long time member with low post count. That fits a certain pattern.
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I had the unenviable task of killing mommas laid out hens every two years. She ordered 100 every two years.
It did not take long till chicken was my least favorite meat.
Couldn't smell chicken and dumplings cooking without hints of the scalding pot mixed in with the aroma.
Slaughtering hogs never had that effect on me.
I hired out slaughtering my spring lambs. I know how Clarice felt.
Is this not ridiculous? I love me some trucks but modern styling isn’t very conducive to modern parking lots, or even seeing out over the dang hood.
Running a ‘93 and two ‘06 Fords. Still going strong, but they are more than enough for modern parking lots . Sad part is the ‘93 has a 6” Lift and 36’s and I look to the side and am looking new truck driver in the eye.
Like modern wimmens they just keep getting bigger and louder
It's the DOT's point system. Manufacturer's have to keep increasing the sizes of their SUV's and Trucks or pay a higher tax per vehicle due to BHO Fuel Economy "standards". https://www.insidehook.com/autos/why-pickup-trucks-keep-getting-bigger
Those trees are beautiful.
The weathered skull in the foreground of the second pic definitely adds to the ambiance.
I wish I could trade my truck for a new 1999 silverado.......I miss that body style
It's not hard at all. Just manual labor, pacing yourself, and making sure you are doing the hard parts with the right methods. I can shoot a 1000 lb steer and have it all cut up, wrapped with labels, and in the freezer in one day by myself. I've got a tripod, a boat winch, hacksaw, axe, and two very good knives. You may want a small trailer or a large plastic bucket for the guts to drag away. And multiple pairs of rubber gloves and clean rags.. A pot of boiling water and a cold rise with bleach as well.
If you are a newb, there are some good videos in the web.
Before flip-flops, sweatpants and throwing bottles of piss out the window.
Bonus song. If you remember this song and the lady who sang it, then we can be friends.
Always starts with taxidermy… you live alone in a big manor house with live artillery and relax by making ‘possum dioramas where the ‘possums are engaged in Olympic women’s multi event gymnastics wearing little unitards and doing parallel bars and rings and stuff… you gonna get a call from the FBI.
I know I did!
Oh. Wait. How do I delete post here? Never mind. Nothing to see here… never happened.
Sirhr
Guy can't read.
