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Yeah get them while you can....I read a story today that allot of the old movies are being yanked and discarded as they aren't politically correct....I get that....I watch real old movies a lot. And things that are on them I tell my wife.... You couldn't do that today.... But I also realize those were different times... Things were different.... You really cannot fairly judge them by today standards.
I wish people could just lighten up and enjoy things. History is awesome..... And the last 100 years or so we're caught on film watch and enjoy.
Totally agree on all the above.
 
Today is a good day. DH is finally able to get out in the field and start digging. At least I hope he's digging. He left about 2 hours ago and hasn't called to tell me he's stuck yet. He buried the skid loader twice yesterday. I had to pull him out with the big tractor the second time. (I actually like driving the tractor, but not for that.)

In other news, Ruger has been living up to his name. Saturday morning as DH was getting up, he saw Ruger out on the lawn killing a raccoon. Later in the morning he caught and killed a squirrel, and another one on Sunday. We also found the carcass of an oppossum in his kennel. I know for sure he's killed other coons this spring. And yes - he is up on his shots.
 
Ruger sounds like the English setter, Chief, who protected the poultry farm up the hill from our house when I was a kid. Farmer was an old widow lady, and she would call my house, "Georgie, Chief has treed a coon/possum/woodchuck. Can you come up and shake it out." Up the hill I would go with a big stick. Climb the tree and joust the critter to the ground. This dog had a perfected killing method. He would race around the animal to get it circling. Then he would change direction, grab it by the back of its neck and shake it to death. He was the best at predator control that I have ever seen.

This is the same farm where I was paid 25 cents an hour to clean coops and paint roosts with creosote. Hey, someone had to help her. I also scored all of the leghorn cockerels that we processed as fryers. :drool

Wow, getting several memory flashbacks tonight. Much better than the 'drama' of last night.
 
Ruger sounds like the English setter, Chief, who protected the poultry farm up the hill from our house when I was a kid. Farmer was an old widow lady, and she would call my house, "Georgie, Chief has treed a coon/possum/woodchuck. Can you come up and shake it out." Up the hill I would go with a big stick. Climb the tree and joust the critter to the ground. This dog had a perfected killing method. He would race around the animal to get it circling. Then he would change direction, grab it by the back of its neck and shake it to death. He was the best at predator control that I have ever seen.

This is the same farm where I was paid 25 cents an hour to clean coops and paint roosts with creosote. Hey, someone had to help her. I also scored all of the leghorn cockerels that we processed as fryers. :drool

Wow, getting several memory flashbacks tonight. Much better than the 'drama' of last night.
I'm not sure how Ruger gets ahold of his victims, but he does shake them to death. He was out last night, too, and when he started barking, DH said, "Well, something's going to die tonight." We don't know how many varmints he's gotten rid of so far this spring. I think he caches the carcasses. At least that's what he does with everything else.
 
With most dogs it's once bitten twice smart. I had a little beagle that was a great rabbit dog. One day I took her squirrel hunting up on the Sourlands. She would run a line past where the squirrel had treed. The squirrel would come around to my side, and I would shoot it. Good team work. First squirrel shot was not killed and bit her on the lip. From then of she would approach cautiously, scratch at the squirrel, and then retrieve it to me. Bess so loved squirrel hunting that she eventually stopped running rabbits.
 
Hang in Chicki, and don't be like me. Twice I thought I had 'blown' hernia repairs, and got in trouble when the Princess caught me on top of a pigeon loft day after surgery. :oops:
the DH is watching me so close you'd think he was a retired prison guard! I guess he does know me :p even the doc told me when he was signing me out of the hospital that my husband was worried I wouldn't behave. Who me?:confused:
 
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You should!
X2!!
:wee :celebrate :woot
Yea It seems anymore you can shew a fly away from your mashed potatoes and be considered racist. smh
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Howdy Pert! :frow
Awwww, :hugs. Okey dokey, just bored bored bored!!! Feeling much better that's the problem. I want to do stuff, any stuff but right now I'm not even supposed to lift up anything heavy as a jug of milk :barnie and I won't be able to for another 10 days. Then it's "we'll see then" from my doc. Ok, done whining. I see the blessings. I'm grateful, BUT I'm still BORED!!!! :lau
Im sorry yer bored... :hugs
Do we need to send you some puzzles and stuff to keep you busy? I can do that! :D
Glad DH is keepin a close eye on ya! :love
Today is a good day. DH is finally able to get out in the field and start digging. At least I hope he's digging. He left about 2 hours ago and hasn't called to tell me he's stuck yet. He buried the skid loader twice yesterday. I had to pull him out with the big tractor the second time. (I actually like driving the tractor, but not for that.)

In other news, Ruger has been living up to his name. Saturday morning as DH was getting up, he saw Ruger out on the lawn killing a raccoon. Later in the morning he caught and killed a squirrel, and another one on Sunday. We also found the carcass of an oppossum in his kennel. I know for sure he's killed other coons this spring. And yes - he is up on his shots.
Did he get some diging accomplished?:fl

Good boy Ruger! :clap

Great dog stories yall! :love

Good morning Pond :frow
Sunny a warmer today! :celebrate
 

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