Annoyed at thread drift
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Just a heads up to those Forum members who are on Horde Duty: We have a tendency to watch out for penguins & emus, & not much else. Other species also have the ability to infiltrate to further their own ends. We must be eternally vigilant, because there's just no telling what the next species to go rogue might be...
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Had a real gully washer last evening and none of the downspouts were flowing.Rented a 30' ladder and spent most of today cleaning out the gutters and when it cools off a bit I'll climb back up on top and trim the branches back.My back will be hell tomorrow,but I get to keep my man card one more day! [emoji1][emoji14]
Edit: There's a lot more tree up there than I realized [emoji33][emoji33][emoji28][emoji29]
Edit: There's a lot more tree up there than I realized [emoji33][emoji33][emoji28][emoji29]
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SW MP15
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Good Evening:
I've had a productive day so far. Got allot done. It is still HOT here, but a good breeze blowing. And kind'a feels a little less humid?
So I hope all of y'all have a had Very Productive day as well.
Have a Great Evening!
Enjoy Shark week.
And get fired up, for the up coming Long Weekend and Celebrate our Nations Freedom! But don't take it for granted! Everyday they whittle at it little by little!
I've had a productive day so far. Got allot done. It is still HOT here, but a good breeze blowing. And kind'a feels a little less humid?
So I hope all of y'all have a had Very Productive day as well.
Have a Great Evening!
Enjoy Shark week.
And get fired up, for the up coming Long Weekend and Celebrate our Nations Freedom! But don't take it for granted! Everyday they whittle at it little by little!
Now if those were Canadian Geese, we have hoards of them around here. Not real popular when they poop on the docks.
Their popularity increases in the fall as they are dispensed with a 10 or 12 ga.
Skeptic 9c
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Waiting on weather, gear secured, sky getting dark. So far so good, other than rushing too much and scraping a finger. Disinfectant hurt worse than the injury.
Geoff
Who notes tomorrow is supposed to be a bad weather day.
Geoff
Who notes tomorrow is supposed to be a bad weather day.
I love your sister.Definitely my kind of gal!
One of her sons lives on the remains of the family ( her husbands side) of the family farm outside Greenville. He manages a local restaurant. His ex manages another restaurant somewhere around there also.
Since they split up, and kids are involved, my sister goes back 5 to 6 times a year to help 'moderate' issues. The ex was making noises about 'her' share of the farm. My sister had a discussion with her, and for some reason that idea of hers is now null and void?
I could have told her that when my sister sets her mind to something, it is much easier to agree and thank your lucky stars!!!
SW MP15
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Yo Snubby
This A True Story!
Please be careful exploring new trails.
When I was about 17 years old. I had went down this old narrow country road many many times. But one night I had a young lady with me and was looking for a parking spot. Me and her always had a GREAT time! If you know what I'm saying! WINK WINK! But I spied a little gravel road and thought it might be a old logging road or abandoned house driveway that I'd never seen.
So I pull down the road about two hundred yards, fix'n to shut the lights off and rolled up on somebody stripping a Chevelle. There was a pick up sitting there and two small gray, open Craftsman Tool Boxes siting on the roof of the Chevelle. They had the wheels already off and the hood standing beside the passengers door. This was about 11:00 pm.
I slammed it in reverse and backed all the way up and got the HELL out of there. There was no where to turn around! I had to back up all the way.
I never saw anyone, they must have either seen our headlights or heard us coming and they must'a hit the woods? They had to be close by, they would have Never left their truck or tool boxes.
The only thing I could figure later, since I had never ever seen that driveway or logging road before. It must've been grown up, until they drove up it to strip the car. And they beat the bushes and grass down when they drove up it?
It scared the heck out of me and her. And ruined my adventures I had planned with her that night. We went back to Shoneys and I took her back to her daddy's car.
I had bad dreams about it for weeks.
So from then on, I never ventured down a unknownroad or trail again! I'm just glad we didn't get ambushed! They could have blown our heads off and no one would have known for days.
Just a word to the wise. Even what you think is a NEW unknown walking trail, could be where someone dragged a body off the main trail? Just Saying!
Now insert the opening music to The Twilight Zone!
This A True Story!
Please be careful exploring new trails.
When I was about 17 years old. I had went down this old narrow country road many many times. But one night I had a young lady with me and was looking for a parking spot. Me and her always had a GREAT time! If you know what I'm saying! WINK WINK! But I spied a little gravel road and thought it might be a old logging road or abandoned house driveway that I'd never seen.
So I pull down the road about two hundred yards, fix'n to shut the lights off and rolled up on somebody stripping a Chevelle. There was a pick up sitting there and two small gray, open Craftsman Tool Boxes siting on the roof of the Chevelle. They had the wheels already off and the hood standing beside the passengers door. This was about 11:00 pm.
I slammed it in reverse and backed all the way up and got the HELL out of there. There was no where to turn around! I had to back up all the way.
I never saw anyone, they must have either seen our headlights or heard us coming and they must'a hit the woods? They had to be close by, they would have Never left their truck or tool boxes.
The only thing I could figure later, since I had never ever seen that driveway or logging road before. It must've been grown up, until they drove up it to strip the car. And they beat the bushes and grass down when they drove up it?
It scared the heck out of me and her. And ruined my adventures I had planned with her that night. We went back to Shoneys and I took her back to her daddy's car.
I had bad dreams about it for weeks.
So from then on, I never ventured down a unknownroad or trail again! I'm just glad we didn't get ambushed! They could have blown our heads off and no one would have known for days.
Just a word to the wise. Even what you think is a NEW unknown walking trail, could be where someone dragged a body off the main trail? Just Saying!
Now insert the opening music to The Twilight Zone!
Not to popular in these parts either! They need to be taken off the protected list and open season declared! They have become far to much a nuisance!
Goose poop on golf courses,goose poop in county, city and state parks. Goose poop everywhere and like on a golf course they want to get nasty when you go to play your ball!
The herd needs to be thinned!
kwselke
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kwselke
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I'm going to try to end WW-II and get the Yolo into Japan by Independence Day.
Back to C. Homer Bast on the Yolo.
July 1, 1945
With the first streaks of dawn GQ was held for 45 minutes and then all returned for more shut eye. This is Sunday and holiday routine is in effect. A show is on tap for this afternoon. Dinner over, the cards came out before GQ. The convoy moves toward the tropics and the periods of twilight are indeed short. After the 2000 reports, the officers not on watch seek out the wardroom, and I go to the sea cabin. Never do I enter the wardroom after dark when at sea, so that my eyes will remain accustomed to the dark. No star sights this night as the clouds rolled in and the stars failed to appear.
As the convoy steams toward Leyte and Okinawa recedes, my thoughts focus on the significance of what all of us went through to secure what will become an island bastion similar to England. The capture of Okinawa provides a fairly safe and secure anchorage for all types of vessels that may use the island as a pressure point against the Japanese mainland. Okinawa provides numerous sites for airfields, not only those constructed by the Japanese but the many more in the planning stage. Not only could these fields be used for fighters but also for B 29 raids. The nearby Ie Shima fields were a plus. But probably more than anything else Okinawa was of sufficient size to mount great numbers of troops and material, as well as a base to build air warning and fighter director stations and the always essential fuel storage facilities. People at ComPhibsPac told me Okinawa will support future operations in the China Sea and will serve as a base from which to sever Japanese communications to the Asiatic mainland. The planners can now work on their unsinkable base. What a plum!
July 3, 1945
At 0400, as calculated, a barely visible white light appeared out of the darkness on our starboard. By gradual changes of course the commodore turned the convoy into the straits. It was an excellent job of navigating. At this point the commodore formed the convoy in cruising disposition of two columns so that it would not take up so much space. The ships are now steaming toward the assigned anchorage at Leyte. GQ was late and dawn was slow in coming. It was cold and wet. After breakfast I went to the conn and remained there until arrival. These are plotting waters and the navigator was at his charts marking Yolo's position. The anchorage is immense and the ships present are lost in it. The islands on all sides rise rather steeply and abruptly out of the sea. Although green, the mountains are shorn of their trees. Palm trees, however, dot the sandy beaches as mist rises above the higher peaks. Over the entire area a deep blue mist blends into the sea. To the south and west, running through the straits, the islands are mountainous, while those islands to the north are low lying. A group of anchorages was assigned the convoy and at 1500 the anchor was let go - we were in Leyte Gulf.
As we approach the inner harbor small outrigger canoes, dugouts about 8-10 feet long and 18 inches wide with bamboo poles extend¬ing out from the shell acting as a steadying influence, are present on each side. A few have sails but generally they are paddled. A number of these boats approached Yolo from astern.
As soon as we secured I took a boat and hunted for the command ship, which I finally found, climbed on board and called on the operations officer. He knew nothing about us, and while pleasant, was not interested. I not only missed dinner but also the show. All I got was a long boat ride.
We learned that this day the Yavapai (APB 42) arrived in the Okinawa area in a 35 ship convoy that departed Saipan on June 28th. Munroe's ship will undoubtedly take Yolo's place.
July 5, 1945
I awoke with a severe headache so I got up and watched the sun rise over the hills of Samar. At 0800 the anchor was hoisted and we steamed through the harbor and anchored in the vicinity of the repair ship - our availability is three weeks. All work must be done in that time. In the morning a number of warrant officers came aboard and went over each of our requests. They can tell the length of time a job will take. No alterations were granted; most of the others were. Work started immediately and stages were placed over the side so that our crew can scrape and paint that area. Within minutes the ship was a beehive of activity. Preparations are being made for the big one in two months.
Little or nothing official or in the manner of command headquarters has been placed on shore. Everything is afloat. We spend most of the day in boats. Today has been hot but with low humidity, thus a rather pleasant day. No raids! The chance to relax a little helps. Strangely, there seems to be more air activity here than at Okinawa.
Back to C. Homer Bast on the Yolo.
July 1, 1945
With the first streaks of dawn GQ was held for 45 minutes and then all returned for more shut eye. This is Sunday and holiday routine is in effect. A show is on tap for this afternoon. Dinner over, the cards came out before GQ. The convoy moves toward the tropics and the periods of twilight are indeed short. After the 2000 reports, the officers not on watch seek out the wardroom, and I go to the sea cabin. Never do I enter the wardroom after dark when at sea, so that my eyes will remain accustomed to the dark. No star sights this night as the clouds rolled in and the stars failed to appear.
As the convoy steams toward Leyte and Okinawa recedes, my thoughts focus on the significance of what all of us went through to secure what will become an island bastion similar to England. The capture of Okinawa provides a fairly safe and secure anchorage for all types of vessels that may use the island as a pressure point against the Japanese mainland. Okinawa provides numerous sites for airfields, not only those constructed by the Japanese but the many more in the planning stage. Not only could these fields be used for fighters but also for B 29 raids. The nearby Ie Shima fields were a plus. But probably more than anything else Okinawa was of sufficient size to mount great numbers of troops and material, as well as a base to build air warning and fighter director stations and the always essential fuel storage facilities. People at ComPhibsPac told me Okinawa will support future operations in the China Sea and will serve as a base from which to sever Japanese communications to the Asiatic mainland. The planners can now work on their unsinkable base. What a plum!
July 3, 1945
At 0400, as calculated, a barely visible white light appeared out of the darkness on our starboard. By gradual changes of course the commodore turned the convoy into the straits. It was an excellent job of navigating. At this point the commodore formed the convoy in cruising disposition of two columns so that it would not take up so much space. The ships are now steaming toward the assigned anchorage at Leyte. GQ was late and dawn was slow in coming. It was cold and wet. After breakfast I went to the conn and remained there until arrival. These are plotting waters and the navigator was at his charts marking Yolo's position. The anchorage is immense and the ships present are lost in it. The islands on all sides rise rather steeply and abruptly out of the sea. Although green, the mountains are shorn of their trees. Palm trees, however, dot the sandy beaches as mist rises above the higher peaks. Over the entire area a deep blue mist blends into the sea. To the south and west, running through the straits, the islands are mountainous, while those islands to the north are low lying. A group of anchorages was assigned the convoy and at 1500 the anchor was let go - we were in Leyte Gulf.
As we approach the inner harbor small outrigger canoes, dugouts about 8-10 feet long and 18 inches wide with bamboo poles extend¬ing out from the shell acting as a steadying influence, are present on each side. A few have sails but generally they are paddled. A number of these boats approached Yolo from astern.
As soon as we secured I took a boat and hunted for the command ship, which I finally found, climbed on board and called on the operations officer. He knew nothing about us, and while pleasant, was not interested. I not only missed dinner but also the show. All I got was a long boat ride.
We learned that this day the Yavapai (APB 42) arrived in the Okinawa area in a 35 ship convoy that departed Saipan on June 28th. Munroe's ship will undoubtedly take Yolo's place.
July 5, 1945
I awoke with a severe headache so I got up and watched the sun rise over the hills of Samar. At 0800 the anchor was hoisted and we steamed through the harbor and anchored in the vicinity of the repair ship - our availability is three weeks. All work must be done in that time. In the morning a number of warrant officers came aboard and went over each of our requests. They can tell the length of time a job will take. No alterations were granted; most of the others were. Work started immediately and stages were placed over the side so that our crew can scrape and paint that area. Within minutes the ship was a beehive of activity. Preparations are being made for the big one in two months.
Little or nothing official or in the manner of command headquarters has been placed on shore. Everything is afloat. We spend most of the day in boats. Today has been hot but with low humidity, thus a rather pleasant day. No raids! The chance to relax a little helps. Strangely, there seems to be more air activity here than at Okinawa.
Wednesday from the Hills
Thunderstorms were/ are in the forecast. So my son and grandson went back to Anagostura to fish for walleye, bass, catfish (evidently a foreign word to spell check, so assuming the programmer is a city nerd ). My wife and I, mainly me, are becoming softies, so we took a drive to Deadwood and Lead, and down the Spearfish Canyon scenic drive! Late breakfast, dare I say brunch 
in Deadwood ? Lots of road construction through Deadwood, one lane with flagmen/women! 15 minute delays possible. So we are stopped by a flag woman, you stop/slow sign. 3rd in line with the first some small white car with two women in it. First discussion by the flagwoman to the women driver was when the sign says stop that means stop and don't move until told to do so! This went on for while, got louder and more profane to my amusement!
Flagwoman won ! So 15 minutes later the pilot truck comes and stops and the traffic from the other way passes by. The flag woman walks over to the white car and explains that white car is to follow the pilot truck. So we all start moving for probably a mile or less. When we get to the other flagwoman, the pilot truck pulls off. The white car proceeds to follow the pilot car into the construction area where the pilot truck would turn around! Was so close to the trucks bumper it was almost a rear end collision!
The flagwoman runs over screaming words that would do a construction worker proud!
Loses her cigarette in the process!
Evidently there had been a flagwoman radio conversation. 
We moved on and the one sided conversation was continuing!!!!
We had a nice breakfast in a hotel restaurant overlooking Main Street just several buildings away and acroos the street from the original #10 saloon where Hickcock was shot ! Lots of antique guns for sale there, but tourist priced!
Biscuits and sausage gravy, 2 huge sausage links, hashbrown potatoes, carbo overload!
Wife had french toast and bacon! Interesting viewing on the street below!
Lots of bikers everywhere, some dressed pretty skimpy, one in biker chaps and halter top, and now the women!
Fun day and Spearfish Canyon was nice scenery viewing also, but road construction there also! Two seasons, winter and road construction, up north !
Winter salting causes summer road construction, self perpetuating !
Summer what a trip!
Thunderstorms were/ are in the forecast. So my son and grandson went back to Anagostura to fish for walleye, bass, catfish (evidently a foreign word to spell check, so assuming the programmer is a city nerd
). My wife and I, mainly me, are becoming softies, so we took a drive to Deadwood and Lead, and down the Spearfish Canyon scenic drive! Late breakfast, dare I say brunch in Deadwood ? Lots of road construction through Deadwood, one lane with flagmen/women! 15 minute delays possible. So we are stopped by a flag woman, you stop/slow sign. 3rd in line with the first some small white car with two women in it. First discussion by the flagwoman to the women driver was when the sign says stop that means stop and don't move until told to do so! This went on for while, got louder and more profane to my amusement! Flagwoman won ! So 15 minutes later the pilot truck comes and stops and the traffic from the other way passes by. The flag woman walks over to the white car and explains that white car is to follow the pilot truck. So we all start moving for probably a mile or less. When we get to the other flagwoman, the pilot truck pulls off. The white car proceeds to follow the pilot car into the construction area where the pilot truck would turn around! Was so close to the trucks bumper it was almost a rear end collision!
The flagwoman runs over screaming words that would do a construction worker proud!
Loses her cigarette in the process!
Evidently there had been a flagwoman radio conversation. We moved on and the one sided conversation was continuing!!!!
We had a nice breakfast in a hotel restaurant overlooking Main Street just several buildings away and acroos the street from the original #10 saloon where Hickcock was shot ! Lots of antique guns for sale there, but tourist priced!
Biscuits and sausage gravy, 2 huge sausage links, hashbrown potatoes, carbo overload!
Wife had french toast and bacon! Interesting viewing on the street below! Lots of bikers everywhere, some dressed pretty skimpy, one in biker chaps and halter top, and now the women!
Fun day and Spearfish Canyon was nice scenery viewing also, but road construction there also! Two seasons, winter and road construction, up north !
Winter salting causes summer road construction, self perpetuating !
Summer what a trip!
kwselke
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We have to use plastic coyotes to keep them off the lawn at work...Corp won't let me shoot them
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bigwheelzip
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Oh sure, now you tell me! We took the youngest grands to the Greenville Zoo yesterday, and innocently approached an exhibit for an unfamiliar animal called "Rhea's". We came face-to-face with a menacing monster, almost certainly plotting to conquer the planet.
So Drifters beware of this new menace, the Rhea.
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