Kinda/sorta about Unbelievable.

[Bopeye]

Thanks for the invite Bop but I don't know of a place with better weather I mean how could anyone think there is something better than sitting on a wind swept knoll at -40F.   My luck we'd call in 13 and I'd miss 'em all

When I was a kid, I spent two winters in Northern Wyoming. It would dip down into those - x F stuff and the local radio station would call a "Brass Monkey Alert".
"Alert, ...........all brass monkeys are flying south. "  I'm sure you heard the expression, "Cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey".....yes?
I'll keep my zero degree weather now. 

[pitw]

Thanks for the invite Bop but I don't know of a place with better weather I mean how could anyone think there is something better than sitting on a wind swept knoll at -40F.   My luck we'd call in 13 and I'd miss 'em all

When I was a kid, I spent two winters in Northern Wyoming. It would dip down into those - x F stuff and the local radio station would call a "Brass Monkey Alert".
"Alert, ...........all brass monkeys are flying south. "  I'm sure you heard the expression, "Cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey".....yes?
I'll keep my zero degree weather now. 

Welearned long aga not to store our balls on the brass monkey   There are better places for them things[believe it].

[Okanagan]

Don't have a dog in this scrap but appreciate the folks involved and the various views.  It is kind of interesting that people need to brag on the 'net sometimes and inflate things.  That's part of the mix.  Generally we can tell truth from fiction if we know the subject and more so if the author has many posts to evaluate.  But it’s a sour life if we feel the need to call baloney on every slice we encounter.  

It's also interesting that anybody cares.  I know whether I did something or not, and being believed or not on the net is pretty low concern.

I had a fellow call me a liar on line one time about the body weights on northern mule deer.  He was an experienced hunter from Colorado and he "knew" no mule deer could be as big as I posted.  It is a natural human assumption to extrapolate our personal experience onto the rest of the world but it doesn't work when we run into a piece of the world way different from our home turf.   No ruffled feathers here.  His opinion and "knowledge" didn't change the weights of the bucks nor the antlers on my wall.  A hunter from Ft. St. John casually chimed in a  day or so later with bigger weights than I'd posted.  

If we have a life, internet stuff doesn't matter much.  Like many of you, I do a lot of stuff I don't post about.  I'm not sure why but partly it just doesn't feel seemly to gush too much nor live my life on the ‘net, if that makes any sense.  Yet I enjoy the casual banter and exchange of info, and especially stories of the unusual or noteworthy in some small personal way, etc.  

It adds nothing tangible but FWIW the most coyotes I've seen on one dead beef is nine.  I could believe 40.  The most killed from one stand that I personally know about is seven, killed by a cold eyed professional wolfer friend of mine.  I've no idea how many is the most I've seen in one day but I recall seeing 11 coyotes in a  nine mile drive along a frozen lake in February, all of them out on the lake ice in midday.  Mating season.  I don't always take pics, since getting a good picture takes time and hassle.  

Got back at 1:00 am from a trip that included fly fishing for rainbows in the 6-8 lb. range.  Next week is an appointment with a moose, hoping that my brother-in-law gets the shot this time.  Meanwhile, Bopeye’s stories are my favorites on the other thread.

[pitw]

WOW

[golfertrout]

AMEN my brother from another mother   catch a big rainbow 4 me

[alscalls]

 

[straycat]

We have the standard 6-ft. fence in the backyard, and a few months ago, I heard about burglaries increasing dramatically in the entire city. To make sure this never happened to me; I got an electric fence and ran a single wire along the top of the fence.

Actually, I got the biggest cattle charger Tractor Supply had; made for 26 miles of fence. I then used an 8-ft. long ground rod, and drove it 7.5 feet into the ground. The ground rod is the key, with the more you have in the ground, the better the fence works.

One day I'm mowing the back yard with my cheapo Wal-Mart 6-hp big wheel push mower. The hot wire is broken and laying out in the yard. I knew for a fact that I unplugged the charger. I pushed the mower around the wire and reached down to grab it, to throw it out of the way.

It seems as though I hadn’t remembered to unplug it after all.

Now I'm standing there, I’ve got the running lawnmower in my right hand and the 1.7 giga-volt fence wire in the other hand. Keep in mind the charger is about the size of a marine battery and has a picture of an upside down cow on fire on the cover.

Time stood still.

The first thing I notice is my pecker trying to climb up the front side of my body. My ears curled downwards and I could feel the lawnmower ignition firing in the backside of my brain. Every time that Briggs & Stratton rolled over, I could feel the spark in my head. I was literally at one with the engine.

It seems as though the fence charger and the piece-of-shit lawnmower was fighting over who would control my electrical impulses. Science says you cannot crap, pee, and vomit at the same time. I beg to differ. Not only did I do all three at once, but my bowels emptied 3 different times in less than half of a second. It was a matrix kind of bowel movement, where time is creeping along and you’re all leaned back and BAM BAM BAM you just crap your pants 3 times. It seemed like there were minutes in between but in reality it was so close together it was like exhaust pulses from a big block Chevy turning 8 grand.

At this point I'm about 30 minutes (maybe 2 seconds) into holding onto the fence wire. My hand is wrapped around the wire palm down so I can't let go. I grew up on a farm so I know all about electric fences ... but Dad always had those piece-of-shit chargers made by International or whoever that were like 9 volts and just kinda tickled.

This one I could not let go of. The 8-foot long ground rod is now accepting signals from me through the permadamp Ark-La-Tex river bottom soil. At this point I’m thinking I'm going to have to just man up and take it, until the lawnmower runs out of gas.

'Damn!,' I think, as I remember I just filled the tank!

Now the lawnmower is starting to run rough. It has settled into a loping run pattern as if it had some kind of big lawnmower race cam in it. Covered in poop, pee, and with my vomit on my chest, I think 'Oh God please die ... Pleeeeaze die’. But nooooo, it settles into the rough lumpy cam idle nicely and remains there, like a big bore roller cam EFI motor waiting for the go command from its owner’s right foot.

So here I am in the middle of July, 104 degrees, 80% humidity, and standing in my own backyard, begging God to kill me. God did not take me that day.... He left me there covered in my own fluids to writhe in the misery my own stupidity had created.

I honestly don't know how I got loose from the wire. I woke up laying on the ground hours later. The lawnmower was beside me, out of gas. It was later on in the day and I was sunburned.

There were two large dead grass spots where I had been standing, and then another long skinny dead spot where the wire had laid while I was on the ground still holding on to it. I assume I finally had a seizure and in the resulting thrashing had somehow let go of the wire.

Upon waking from my electrically induced sleep I realized a few things:

1- Three of my teeth seem to have melted.

2- I now have cramps in the bottoms of my feet and my right butt cheek (not the left, just the right).

3- Poop, pee, and vomit when all mixed together, do not smell as bad as you might think.

4- My left eye will not open.

5- My right eye will not close.

6- The lawnmower runs like a sumbitch now. Seriously! I think our little session cleared out some carbon fouling or something, because it was better than new after that.

7- My nuts are still smaller than average, yet they are almost a foot long.

8- I can turn on the TV in the game room by farting while thinking of the number 4 (still don’t understand this???).

That day changed my life. I now have a newfound respect for things. I appreciate the little things more, and now I always triple check to make sure the fence is unplugged before I mow.

The good news is that if a burglar does try to come over the fence, I can clearly visualize what my security system will do to him, and THAT gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling all over, which also reminds me to triple-check before I ever mow the yard again.

[Okanagan]

Straycat, I'm wiping my tears away, and I think they are from laughing.

[possumal]

Straycat, sounds like a good plan!   

[KySongDog]

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Stray, that was the funniest thing I've read in a looonnnggggg  time!    :roflmao:   :roflmao:

[alscalls]

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[Frogman]

straycat,

Where's the pictures???

Jim

[pitw]

Stray having lived around them rotten, stinking, butt thumping and generally annoying fencers my whole life, I believe