What have you done lately that made you question your intelligence?

I did it again today while moving it from one pond to another, except I was the responsible adult riding shotgun, letting my grandson drive. When we go to the pond, grandson said "hey Grampy, where's the canoe?"

Dad had a saying when one of us boys did something stupid, "Those that can't see have to feel their way through".
Sounds like you're going to need a smaller boat…or wider gates
 
Several years ago I'd had enough of listening to the seatbelt alarm in my truck while driving the backroads at work. So I dug out my owner's manual and got to work. One step in the procedure was to "latch and unlatch the seatbelt 5 times at a moderate speed". So naturally assumed a moderate speed might be about 30 km/h. That didn't work so I tried over and over at progressively faster speeds until I was sure I was well past "moderate speed" particularly on the oilpatch back road I was on. And then I realized what the instruction actually meant.
 
Several years ago I'd had enough of listening to the seatbelt alarm in my truck while driving the backroads at work. So I dug out my owner's manual and got to work. One step in the procedure was to "latch and unlatch the seatbelt 5 times at a moderate speed". So naturally assumed a moderate speed might be about 30 km/h. That didn't work so I tried over and over at progressively faster speeds until I was sure I was well past "moderate speed" particularly on the oilpatch back road I was on. And then I realized what the instruction actually meant.
Heh…had to chuckle at that
 
Several years ago I'd had enough of listening to the seatbelt alarm in my truck while driving the backroads at work. So I dug out my owner's manual and got to work. One step in the procedure was to "latch and unlatch the seatbelt 5 times at a moderate speed". So naturally assumed a moderate speed might be about 30 km/h. That didn't work so I tried over and over at progressively faster speeds until I was sure I was well past "moderate speed" particularly on the oilpatch back road I was on. And then I realized what the instruction actually meant.
Mr TC just keeps his seatbelt latched and sits on it. Pretty much the same with our Polaris Rangers. They have a governor unless you buckle the seat belt, so we keep 'em latched and the straps shoved behind the seats. Problem solved.
 
Mr TC just keeps his seatbelt latched and sits on it. Pretty much the same with our Polaris Rangers. They have a governor unless you buckle the seat belt, so we keep 'em latched and the straps shoved behind the seats. Problem solved.
I've had three good friends killed in car accidents. Common theme? They weren't wearing their seat belts.

Not to put a damper on the discussion, and in an ATV I suspect it isn't "as" important...
 
I've had three good friends killed in car accidents. Common theme? They weren't wearing their seat belts.

Not to put a damper on the discussion, and in an ATV I suspect it isn't "as" important...
I should have clarified he only does that with the seatbelt in the Man Truck around the ranch.

On the flip side, I was t-boned by a driver that ran a red light when I was 16 and the only thing that saved me was the fact I wasn't wearing a seatbelt. The driver side door was pushed in past the steering wheel. Of course, that was before wearing a seatbelt became a law.
 
I should have clarified he only does that with the seatbelt in the Man Truck around the ranch.

On the flip side, I was t-boned by a driver that ran a red light when I was 16 and the only thing that saved me was the fact I wasn't wearing a seatbelt. The driver side door was pushed in past the steering wheel. Of course, that was before wearing a seatbelt became a law.
Yup, it happens. One out of a hundred...
 
I have a 1500 square foot deck that I decided I would strip and re-stain…..I got a third of it stripped yesterday and I started questioning my intelligence.
Had a neighbor that decided to rent one of those big belted sanders to sand of their deck. Dad told them you get ahold of that thing because it was a lot of power. They said ya ya ya; it jerked them both off the deck. a good thing the deck was only a foot of the ground.
 
Had a neighbor that decided to rent one of those big belted sanders to sand of their deck. Dad told them you get ahold of that thing because it was a lot of power. They said ya ya ya; it jerked them both off the deck. a good thing the deck was only a foot of the ground.
My dad was using a handheld belt sander one time. It had a trigger lock and was locked on full speed when he let his grip loose. It took off across the board toward me and my brother, climbed brothers shirt and tucked right underneath his chin when the cord jerked from the wall. Brother thought he'd been snake bit
 
Mr TC just keeps his seatbelt latched and sits on it. Pretty much the same with our Polaris Rangers. They have a governor unless you buckle the seat belt, so we keep 'em latched and the straps shoved behind the seats. Problem solved.
They make bypasses you buy on Amazon for the seat belts or you can get little clips with no belts.

We get them for the Can Ams, also. I make kids wear their belts but I hate them when I'm always jumping in and out.
 
Mr TC just keeps his seatbelt latched and sits on it. Pretty much the same with our Polaris Rangers. They have a governor unless you buckle the seat belt, so we keep 'em latched and the straps shoved behind the seats. Problem solved.
I junked a Ford Explorer last year, and cut the seatbelt male part out, and I use them in my trucks to silence that damned buzzer. No matter the make or model of any vehicle, the seat belt dinger NEVER EVER tears up. They need to get whoever makes them, to make the whole rest of the vehicle. After the nuclear apocalypse that will end the world, an alien visitor to the ravaged and burned out planet that was Earth, will hear millions of seat belt buzzers, ringing for eternity.
 
I junked a Ford Explorer last year, and cut the seatbelt male part out, and I use them in my trucks to silence that damned buzzer. No matter the make or model of any vehicle, the seat belt dinger NEVER EVER tears up. They need to get whoever makes them, to make the whole rest of the vehicle. After the nuclear apocalypse that will end the world, an alien visitor to the ravaged and burned out planet that was Earth, will hear millions of seat belt buzzers, ringing for eternity.
OK…now THAT'S funny
 
You ought to see me leaving the house to go somehere. Usually, 5-7 trips from my truck to the house, going back to get something I forgot. Especially if the ole lady is home. She is constantly jabbering about stuff, like maybe what do I want for Christmas dinner ( 11 mos away), or something. So, I will get out to the truck, and start putting my things where they go, like my phone in the holder, then I realize I didn't get it. So, I shut the truck off, use my keys to get in, grab my phone, and go back out, get in, and realize I set my keys on the table where my phone was. I reach for my wallet to get a credit card out to jimmy the door open, and discover I don't have it either. So, I look for our hidden key, get back in the house, grab my wallet and head out, leaving the spare key on the table beside my truck keys. So, I use a credit car to get back in, grab both sets of keys, and go BACk out to the truck. So tore up by now, I go to reach for a smoke, and realixe I dont have them. So I get out again, go back in the house, and spend 10 minutes hunting my cigarettes, then remember they are on the table on the deck. So I grab them, get in the truck, and realize I don't have a lighter. Get back out AGAIN, get a lighter off the deck table, get back in my truck, light up, and lay my lighter on the console tray, right beside the lighter I KEEP in my truck! A year or so ago, I started keeping a cap, a coat, a lighter, a gun, and a pair of glasses in each vehicle. Anyhow, finally, I start to back up, and see she has the trash can over-running. So I get out, put the trash bags in back of the truck, ride them around all day, and then bring them back with me! Next morning, the coons and cats have ripped each one open, and scattered trash all over my truck, and the ground beside it. So, I get side tracked again, going back in the house to get some trash bags. Oh, and when I get home at night, I discover I have worn that truck's hat and coat into the house, brought in that truck's lighter, the truck pistol, and the truck glasses! I MAY have killed too many brain cells in my life..I dunno.
I especially like the part about hauling the trash around only to bring it back home…been there, done that…
 
I forgot to tell y'all about this last week. Ok, so last Friday a week ago, you know I carried 216 Corriente cows down to our place in south Ga. If y'all remember, Scott had decided to just graze his 100 acre soy bean field. Wrong amount of rain and the wrong times had messed them up. Huge plants, so thick you couldn't hardly walk between them, irrigated and fertilized to the max, but they just weren't making any beans, and the ones that were made, were very small compared to where they should be at this time. Plus, beans aren't bringing crap to book right now. Scott said if we didn't have those cows, he would bale it and make more money off the hay than the beans, probably. So we decided to go ahead and get as many of the 350 I have left to buy. So I picked up 216 of them and turned them out on that 100 acres of beans, 50 acres of Bahia/Sericea Lespedeza, and our old 60 acre dove field. Unloaded them in the bean field. These are cows I got from Mike, Clay's boss. These cows have never seen a blade of grass in their life. He raises them on sorghum silage, spent mash from the Busch plant, chicken litter and cotton seeds.

So Saturday Scott gives me a call:
Scott: Do you have a Sam's Club or Costco close to you anywhere?
Me: Yeah, we have both. Why?"
Scott: How many cows did you say we got yesterday?
Me: There were 216. Why?
Scott: Well, you need to go by and get 36 cases...432 bottles...of Pepto- Bismol. Or the generic will probably work. We have 216 cows with projectile diarrhea!!!!

ROFLMAO, NONE of us had even thought about what all of that high-protein, high fiber greenery might affect those cows. They are ok. Scott and Zeke saddled up and moved them over to the Bahia and dove fields. But he said poor ole Zeke was gagging and dry heaving the whole time! He said he has never smelled a huge hog operation that stunk that bad!! Last week he opened the gate to where they can access the bean field again. And in about 3 weeks, he will get his peanuts up and they will have access to those 100 acres too. Then about Labor day, he will combine his corn, and they will get that 100 acres, too.

 
Thinking if I marked young trees in orchard pasture with grey fiberglass posts, I'd be able to easily graze and mow around them. ( Sainfoin and clover growing taller than all the posts now...)
Thinking calves wouldn't go through electric to eat young trees...
Then thinking if I a spray painted the posts orange I wouldn't mow over any today..
 
Thinking if I marked young trees in orchard pasture with grey fiberglass posts, I'd be able to easily graze and mow around them. ( Sainfoin and clover growing taller than all the posts now...)
Thinking calves wouldn't go through electric to eat young trees...
Then thinking if I a spray painted the posts orange I wouldn't mow over any today..
Cutting hay at one place, there is 4 deadmen around an oil well. The bright idea was to drive a t-post at each deadman.

Worked great! Never hit a deadman and broke any teeth on the swather!

The next year the Johnson grass was so tall couldn't see the t-posts. Yep. New operator ran 2 of em thru the swather....
 

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