The Original Old Farts Club

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Good morning Pute. There is something about fishing tired that is kinda good tho. You putting them flowers out today? No more snow I hope 🙃 I feed the squirrels mostly for my cats
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Morning SubG. Flowers in pots where I can protect them. And seeds in the veggie garden. No maters or peppers yet. Cold front coming through Mon and Tues. Supposed to get down into the mid 40's in the city below....still could get a late frost here.

My maters need to get in the ground though. Getting to big for a one gal pot and the leaves are turning white....need nitrogen.
 
good morning

already ran the weed eater , fed the cats and chickens , watered 24 tomato and pepper plants , soaked the corn , beets , turnips , and chard that we planted the other day

gonna be a nice day tomorrow so maybe that’s the big day to finally put the medicine plants out in their permanent homes , but gotta dig a few more holes first

coffee and donuts before daybreak , a cheap thrill
 
Did you name that one Helen

It had lost most of its tail as well, so we named her Lucky!

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Morning OFC. Like GW I take BP and pills for an enlarged prostate. And like Big many vitamins and supplements.

I also hand feed the squirrels. They come up on my deck and beg. They like the birds and other critters amuse me.

My azz is dragging today... fishing! Having fun is a lot of work. Son in Law wants to go out again tomorrow....geez. ...oh, Tuesday as well.

Planting today.

Copious amounts of coffee please.
Hells bells, if I had squirrels only that would be a pleasure. Freaken baboons, warthogs and buck that cause all the damage and headaches and get the equines worked up.

That's why I only grow weed at the townhouse now. These wild schmastards are a love/hate thing. They used to eat and damage my weed (& other crops) and then walk and lie aroud sh!t faced for hours - babs and warthogs are dangerous mothers
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We hunted and ate them in the country, but our city ones are mostly pets.
There's the dichotomy. I love squirrel stew with real dumplings, and fried squirrel saddle. And chicken fried dove. <-- dozens of them out back. Not fried yet, and they will get away with free nummies providing the SDHTF.

Same goes for the tame fish: I have a toss net.
 
Hey!! I just found a coupla old hunting pics I tooken. Hog hunting near here.

I was laying on my back in the middle of a field, pretending not to be a big human.

Here comes a mama oink and her oinklet:

The oinklet turns and looks at the guy I was hunting with, because he'd just sat up, grinning like he had a fresh lobotomy. Mama oink simply did not see him, and mini-oink sorta does body language like: "Well if mommy sez it's OK..."

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Then I got real still... and mama pig walked right up to Himself. That is my foot in the pic. She took about two more steps, then turned and looked me in the eye. I coulda flicked her nose with my finger.

Didn't have to; she suddenly let out a squeal because she recognized the ugly lump laying there was an apex predator. Ran off to the left with baby tryna keep up.

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Well, to be honest, the Old Hen spotted the little critter under the picnic table out back. We went out to see what it was, and she picked it up. Sounded like a steam boiler spitting, claws out, and pissed. I snatched it from her so she wouldn't get tore up, and once I'd held it for a minute, it stopped trying to rip my hide off.
Brought it inside, tried to give it warm milk, but no deal. Waited a few and asked the wife if she had any canned food on a hunch. Little turd ate half a can before I quit putting anymore in the plate. I waited a half hour and fed her the rest. She really woofed that stuff down.

She's got no tail. No raw spot like it had been bitten off, so I think she was just born that way. Still get a hiss now and then, but for her first encounter with humans, she's pretty mellow. She's cuddles up to my back right now. I think she enjoys the heat.
I like baby anythings (except spiders).
 
Hells bells, if I had squirrels only that would be a pleasure. Freaken baboons, warthogs and buck that cause all the damage and headaches and get the equines worked up.

That's why I only grow weed at the townhouse now. These wild schmastards are a love/hate thing. They used to eat and damage my weed (& other crops) and then walk and lie aroud sh!t faced for hours - babs and warthogs are dangerous mothers
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Couple weeks ago here at the house we are all laying in bed, all the sudden we hear this God awful screeching outside. It was coming from the road runs right directly by my house with trees overhanging the road limbs about 40 ft off the ground. Sounded like nothing I've ever heard before, I grew up on a farm and I've lived in the mountains my whole life. So I grabbed my night vision scope go outside and see what it is, step daughter follows me out. I'm looking at this thing up through the night vision scope and I thought I must have been really stoned because I could have sworn I was seeing things. I pulled the scope down and adjusted it and start to look at it again through the scope and that's when my step daughter says "is that a frickin monkey"? At that point it kind of confirmed what I thought I saw the first time and again the second time, it was hard to tell because it was early into the darkness and things still seem too bright on the night vision scope but I swear it was a monkey. Not too long ago here A bunch of monkeys escaped in Pennsylvania after a truck they were being hauled in was in an accident, they say they caught them all but I'm not so sure.
 
Well, to be honest, the Old Hen spotted the little critter under the picnic table out back. We went out to see what it was, and she picked it up. Sounded like a steam boiler spitting, claws out, and pissed. I snatched it from her so she wouldn't get tore up, and once I'd held it for a minute, it stopped trying to rip my hide off.
Brought it inside, tried to give it warm milk, but no deal. Waited a few and asked the wife if she had any canned food on a hunch. Little turd ate half a can before I quit putting anymore in the plate. I waited a half hour and fed her the rest. She really woofed that stuff down.

She's got no tail. No raw spot like it had been bitten off, so I think she was just born that way. Still get a hiss now and then, but for her first encounter with humans, she's pretty mellow. She's cuddles up to my back right now. I think she enjoys the heat.
I like baby anythings (except spiders).
Man
Look what I found! Can I keep it?
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Manx cat Rare tailless cat Someone most likely lost her

x cat
 

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