Thread: OT-Dog Days Of Autumn

1st client near 606 ramp at B-Dam. I rated these as particularly ugly & offensive puppies.
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Had 4 horses to trim, got em done fast so I didnt have to look at them puppies any longer than necessary. Sped on down the road a few miles to get a break from dogs. Alas, it was not to be.
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These suckers know I carry biskits. I hate em. After giving them each their biskits I decided I had all of this dog nonsense I could take and put em to work. Once they chew off the desired amount of hoof I just have to rasp it off level & smooth, a big help.
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Next place I went to I found out my feminine side is coming out as I get older.
Just when I was ready to whip some ass........
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.......I got weak and ended up kissin ass.
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I feel bad. These folks have been clients & friends for 5 yrs now. I am afraid I may let them down and leave them as fodder for the new novel Sherlock Holmes and the Missing Turkey. Poultry always has a nasty smell, I swear this bird had a Thanksgiving odor to it, not at all unpleasant.
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Had a brief thought of SH going to Montana.
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One good thing on the way back-I ordered some jigs from Skip on the TX forum and when I asked how to send the payment he said just send a money order from an ordinary post office. By golly, I just happened to go by one today.
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You need a day off to go fishing.:D

rofl that post office isnt much bigger then my grandparents out house was Jeff :D

Thanks for the reading material Shoe. I visited the local library and checked it out. After spending most of Sunday reading it between watching games finished it came to the conclusion that every "library" should have one for those times when the delivery's a little late in arriving.

Originally Posted by fishindaddyo

Thanks for the reading material Shoe. I visited the local library and checked it out. After spending most of Sunday reading it between watching games finished it came to the conclusion that every "library" should have one for those times when the delivery's a little late in arriving.

Ain't that an interesting read?! I thought that was very informative.
I walk around the world with a new-found swagger now that I know the answer to stuff like why does hair turn gray, or, is it more sanitary to be peed on or spit on?
I thought the best one was if an erect wanger can break.

Originally Posted by Fishn N Wishn

rofl that post office isnt much bigger then my grandparents out house was Jeff :D

:D I like those little 1 horse post offices, the few that remain. I was raised rural in SW Minn and there were quite a few when I was a kid and most remain. I think the reason is that there are so many farms spread across the prairie that the post office does not serve a large amount of people, but does cover a big geographic area. The closest town to our farm was St. Leo, MN,
pop. about 100 then & now. However our mail was handled in Taunton, pop 175, a cpl miles further but zoned to include us. The post office in St Leo was in Kecks' General Store, the only bonafide business in town. There was a municipal liquor store and Big Janes Pub, a 3.2 beer joint. A church and few residences and that is St Leo. In the summer with daylight savings time it is light till 10-10:30 PM and alot of farmers had an odd pasture piece or old cattle yard, irregular piece of land (small) and for extra $ grew cucumbers.
Kecks General Store was where ya sold em, they had a machine sorted em by size outside the front door. A buyer from Gedney or Vlassic or whoever came a cpl times a week and picked up from the store. Was fun to take our cukes in
to St Leo, we would get to see other kids and get a 10 cent bottle of Crush or Nesbitts pop when there. The grown ups would bs about crop & the weather, the wimmen would peck hens with each other.

We had a farm neighbor lived 1-1/4 miles who did alot of welding of farm machinery for area farmers in his shop. His name was George DeVlaeminck
and he had an intense life-long love affair with Four Roses whiskey but if ya caught him early enuf in the day he was handy and had alot of innovative ideas. More folks who raised cucumbers took an old hay wagon to him with flatbed removed,-just the running gear. He would put a small Briggs on it
(usually supplied by owner from the lawn mower) and rig up steering and modified it where the dang thing resembled a bi-plane. 4 people could lay prone on the bottom part of the "wings", the uppers were shade. He had it geared down with pulley or sprocket reduction where that puppy just crept along. Talk about a handy sucker to have to pick cucumbers. It had a primitive steering system rigged and all.:D He eventually made one for everybody in a 50 mile radius of his place. Workmanship on individual models depended heavily on his relationship with his wife Bertha, impending crop disasters, or everything being perfect in his world-in which case he drank even more to celebrate. More than 1 farmer had a wife escort when going to George to have a cpl welds put on the ol' plow-there was a rather impressive hit list of otherwise responsible farmers who left at 8 AM to have some simple repair work done only to be drug outta the chicken coop snotty drunk at 8 PM when the missus arrived. :D
How bad will drinking affect those around you???
Everyone saved their spent wooden matches for Bertha. In the winter months when there was so much snow there was nothing other than feeding his pigs and occasionally cleaning some manure outta the barn as they neared cramped quarters under the roof, George really got serious about the Four Roses. Even hardened criminals felt sorry for Bertha holed up inside with him all winter. She took the matches, Elmers Glue, & made crucifixes all winter. George was a skinny little sucker from all the drinking. Bertha wasnt by any means, rumor had it once or twice each winter she'd finally blow a fuse and take George down that hard rocky road right in the kitchen!!!:D

I sure got sidetracked from post offices but dang that brought back some memories!