Good evening Oregon and everyone everywhere else. Went to the farm, run the dogs, unloaded 40 50# bags of oats and got them put in the grain bin. Then we went and took care of other business. No more explosions today and that is a good thing.


Sun didn't stick around long. Went back to pea soup stuff with visibility down to almost 0. Still that way.

 

Thanks for all your greetings. Not to leave any of you out (but not sure how to get all of your quotes into this one message?)

Since Jim asked, his quote made it in here...
I am located outside of Cave Junction.

Sure was a nice day today here. My helper/apprentice and I were out in the shop making a woodstove.


-Kevin

 

Jim,

That's a LOT of bags to open at one sitting!

And you WEREN'T sitting, either!

This getting old "thing" is for the birds!

As my mom (99-1/2) says, "It ain't for sissies!"

Pop

 

I used to be stationed down in Roseburg. A fellow I knew had a commercial fishing boat at Brookings and we made a lot of trips down there. Wife and I would make trips to the Oregon Caves and every once in a while spend the night at the Best Western in Cave Junction. Since we "retired" and we moved back home, I haven't made it down that way much at all.

 

I lied, it was 41 bags. I forgot that Jerry threw on an extra bag so it was 1 ton plus 50#. My dad (89 + 9mo) & I double team them. I set up a 55 gal barrel by the bin we are filling. I carry the bags from the horse truck to the barrel and place it so that the top overhangs the bin. Dad cuts & pulls the string and lets the bag empty. Each bin holds 250 lbs (5 bags). I used to carry two bags at a time. Dad can't empty them that fast so I now only carry one bag at a time - and my age has nothing to do with it!


As to the old age thing. I refuse to admit to it, I refuse to acknowledge it. I refuse to think it might slow me down. Now, where in the heck did that bottle of Advil get put!

 

Miserable 35* bone chilling, 100yd visibility fog down in the valley..............Up here my wife sat on the deck in 66* sunshine, and drank ice tea and read a book....
While I froze my azz off.........something ain't fair here.

 

All Hands Standby to Standby! Set Condition Zebra...All hands forward move aft, all hands aft move forward, all hands amid ship stand fast...........The CO and XO must have fallen overboard tonight.


Oops, never mind, XO caught the life ring.

 

I ain't catchin' no floatation device............I hit the silk.

You can send the Para Rescues to pick me up.

 

Once upon a time in a land not so far away, a young adventurous man used to "hit the silk" just for fun. He was military jump qualified, had had his hemorrhoids packed (ejection seat quals) and thought the adrenalin rush was second to none.
Then one day the young man decided to get really adventurous and got married. Now, the new wife wasn't so keen on her new husband jumping out of perfectly good airplanes, but figured if she never went to the jump zone, what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.


Then one day the young wife was watching the news and saw that another man's (a total stranger) parachute had failed to open and was a streamer all the way down. No idea why the reserve wasn't deployed. Her new husband was informed that one of his hobbies was going away, not open to discussion.

Advance a year...3 cops are asked to put on some demo jumps at the local airport for a gathering of a 1000 or so cub and boy scouts having an Oregon Jamboree. All 3 really think that there needs to be a fourth. They go to work on the young wife and she finally relents.

The big Saturday morning arrives. The door is removed from the Sheriff's Office airplane and 4 cops are taken aloft by the S.O.'s reserve officer pilot. All four jump back to earth to the cheers of all of those scouts. Mains are repacked and a 2nd trip aloft is made. All four jump and all 4 come down within the circle.

The young husband notices that the young wife ventured to the airport with one of the other cops wife's, arriving in time to see the second jump. She is whiter than a sheet, she is shaking so bad the other wives have to hold on to her, she is having problems breathing and is obviously scared nearly to death. The young husband can see that a decision has to be made and the next day all of his jump gear was listed "For Sale" on the bulletin board at the club.

 

Do we know this guy?.........or is he just "hypothetical"...........LOL!

 

You could maybe say you know this guy. Some in the Oregon Chapter might even be able to say they met the wife........




Chapter Two...a couple of years later, hubby was ordered to active duty and came home on crutches. The not quite new any more wife was less than happy. One of the 11 guys hubby was with spilled the beans.....story for another day.

 

Good morning Oregon FTE gang and friends.

 

Good morning to all the fine folks in Oregon. Warm one here today ,only -17*

 

Good morning Oregon, welcome to Thursday!


John, I'm assuming thats in Celsius? Othewise, that would really suck!!

 

You 're going to have to spill the beans now, you have me interested