I should have skinned them might be able to make a King-sized comforter.
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quick true story......Put the bait out and shoot him with a bb gun.it's kinda fun
The catalog was gut wrenching enough for me. Sitting and watching detailed videos of all the interestin breeds, varieties and colors would probably push me right over the edge!!!!!.....
Chicken withdrawal is horribly painful!
The catalog was gut wrenching enough for me. Sitting and watching detailed videos of all the interestin breeds, varieties and colors would probably push me right over the edge!!!!!.....
Chicken withdrawal is horribly painful!
when you can have more, I'll be glad to send you some chickens, chicks, or eggs.quick true story......
back in my pellet gun days, we used to go sit in the hay loft of my great uncle's pole barn, and shoot the field mice and rats, as they would scurry along the stringers of the walls. stringers are the 2x4's used to hold the poles aligned and siding on the barn. The siding was corrugated metal. For some reason this day of the incident, my pellet gun was not doing the trick, on stopping or killing the rats. I thouhg tit a grand idea to go get my dad's .22 loaded with shorts and come back to rid the pole barn of rats. I had a grand time, and ammased a kill pile that would scare the pied piper. Thinking I had done a great thing, I went home, and put up the .22 and moved on to other boyhood activities.
an hour or so, after dad got home from work, he whistled me back to the house. which means, he stepped on the back porch and whistled as loud as he could, and I, from past experiences knew I had about 5 minutes to get myself back home. I arrived to a very angry dad, and a laughing great uncle. I loved that old man to death, but he always relished in me getting into trouble with dad. Actually, I thnk he enjoyed seeing dad have to deal with many of the same ilk of boyhood mischief I got into, that my dad perpetrated on his family. anyway, come to find out a .22 short will leave holes in corrugated metal. I was a good shot, but still even then, only hit rats half the time. the back wall of the pole barn, looked like a cheese grater. My backside looked like an apple for a long time.
this was back in the day, when there weren't sheet metal screws, or fancy drill to put them in, so I was tasked with the chore, for the rest of the summer of nailing the new metal up on the wall. Great uncle sitting on his old metal folding chair in the shade of the fig tree, chuckling and continually shaking his head at me. out right laughing when the hammer missed the lead head of the nail, but didn't miss the nail of my thumb........
Long summer that year........
long story, and I now return you to your regularly scheduled show.
